A quick glance at the alarm clock on his bedside table tells me it’s almost eight. I need to be at Star Rider Studios for work by ten, so I have plenty of time to help myself to the luxurious steam shower in his bathroom. I don’t bother asking permission. One, he’s not here to tell me otherwise, and two, I feel like I deserve it.
The water comes out of the waterfall shower head piping hot —just the way I like it. It normally takes a good five minutes before the water heats up at the apartment, so this is a treat and a half. I help myself to his shampoo, a bit of his body wash, lathering up with arguably the most luxurious soaps I’ve ever touched to my skin.
As I rinse off, I allow my hands to wander over my body the way Hunter had. His palms were rough, but in the nicest way possible, his fingers thick and strong. I smile at the love bites he’s left against my tender skin, a collection of red marks of varying sizes and darkness on my inner thighs, the underside of my breasts, and the crook of my neck.
Arousal pools between my legs at the thought of him marking me. They’re little secrets, just for the two of us. He’s the first man to ever claim my skin, my body, my pleasure. A tiny voice in the back of my head feels like a warrior queen, pleased with my conquest.
When I get out of the shower, I wrap my torso with his towel and traipse back into the bedroom. Hunter is there waiting for me. He’s dressed in one of his more severe suits. All black, including his button-down shirt. There’s a dress and a pair of shoes —both in my size— laid out on the made bed.
I smirk. “What? Are you dressing me now, too?”
“Figured you’d want something clean to wear to work since you don’t have time to go home and change.”
I ran a hand over the fabric of the dress. It’s a beautiful, vibrant red and softer than the clouds. “Where did you even get this?”
“I’m Hunter Stride,” he says with a cocky grin. “I know everybody who’s anybody in this town, and that includes some very important people at Gucci.”
My heart quickens. “Thank you. I’ll make sure to have it dry cleaned before I return it.”
“There’s no need to return it. It’s yours now.”
“But—”
“Hurry up and get dressed,” he says, glancing at the time. “We have a string of important business meetings to get to.”
“I know. I’m the one who scheduled them.” I deliberately peel off my towel and let it drop to the floor, leaving me stark naked and totally exposed for his viewing pleasure. It’s an absolute thrill when I notice the hard bulge in the front of his pants. “I’ll be down in twenty.”
His nostril’s flare and his jaw clenches.
And then he moves.
Hunter clasps my waist and grabs a fist of my damp hair. He doesn’t pull hard enough to hurt, but just enough to keep me right where he wants me. He folds me over the edge of his bed, his free hand greedily grabbing my ass before spanking me across the cheek. An excited yelp rushes out of me, wet heat leaving my pussy slick and ready.
“You—” the sound of his belt jingling. The hiss of his zipper “—forget who the boss is, young lady. I can’t have you being sassy, now can I?”
“H-Hunter—”
“Stay right here. I’ll know if you move a muscle.”
I remain perfectly still, my face pressed to his sheets with my ass in the air. I hear him shuffling around for something. When he returns, he wastes no time at all, his hot, blunt tip prodding my entrance.
“You’re soaking already,” he murmurs, collecting my juices with the head of his cock. “Tell me, sweet girl. Do you want my cock inside you?”
I shiver, my face heating like the surface of the sun. I grip the sheets. “Y-yes, sir.”
“Then why are you being so naughty? Do you think I’ll let you get away with teasing me like that?”
“No, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”
“Oh, you’re going to be sorry alright.”
Hunter thrusts into me, the slap of our skin punctuated by my gasps of pleasure. My pussy stretches around his hard length, walls pulsing with every one of his strokes. This isn’t at all like my first time. Last night, he was gentle and sweet and considerate. But right now?
Let’s just say there’s a difference between making love and fucking.
It doesn’t take very long before I feel myself losing control. Hunter’s good at that, a roller coaster in human form. He knows exactly how to build me up as we climb to the highest point, stalling just before the exhilarating drop.
“You look so damn sexy on my cock, Eden,” he growls, his hands slipping down to hook over my shoulders. He pulls me down onto him with every single one of his hard thrusts, plunging deep into me while leaving no room to breathe. “Tell me, baby, are you close?”