“Why is that?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow.
“Well, because diamonds are formed under immense pressure. When the weight of the world tries to get them down, they take that energy and make it into something beautiful, something powerful, something…priceless.” He shrugs, like his words aren’t the most amazing statement anyone has ever said to me.
“You really think all of that about me?” My eyes lock on his, and I feel myself falling into some sort of trance. Not only is he kind, thoughtful, handsome, and rich…he’s really smart, too. Hunter Stone is the whole package.
“Iknowthat about you,” he says with an intensity that makes me think he knows everything about me.
I lift up onto my tiptoes and press my mouth against his warm lips without even thinking about what I’m doing, without considering that people are watching, or that he’s my boss. All I can think about at this moment is expressing my gratitude and my longing for him.
When I realize what I’ve done, my face flushes, and I have to pull back. I’m ready to untangle myself from his arms and run away, but then I see the gleam in his eye, and he pulls me back, his mouth coming down hard on mine, devouring me.
The whoop from behind us that has to be Allie hardly registers as I am tasting Hunter Stone. Cinnamon, whiskey, and a hint of mint wash over me, and I can’t get enough of him. My hand slides to the back of his head to pull him closer as he continues to kiss me deeply. The fire that started beneath his hands on my hips radiates to my core, starting that familiar ache of want I’ve felt for days every time I think of him.
Hunter pulls away, and I find myself gasping for air. He looks around, and I can see he’s thinking about all of these people watching us. I expect him to be embarrassed, but instead, he slips his hand into mine and says, “Let’s go.”
My feet are moving without question as he leads me to the back of the club, where the lounge and office are. I can hardly keep up with his long strides, and I am trying not to giggle like a giddy schoolgirl, but excitement pulses through me. I hope we are going somewhere private—not so he can yell at me for kissing him in public, but so I can finally get a deeper understanding of what it’s like to be with this man.
Hunter pulls me through the door to his office and locks it behind him. I know he has a bedroom back here, but we don’t make it that far. As soon as the door is closed, his mouth is on mine again, and this time, I can taste his want in every kiss.
He backs me up until I bump into his desk as his hands slide along my body, pressing through my clothing and leaving me breathless. His mouth slips to my neck, and I am gasping for air, begging him not to stop.
But Hunter does stop. He looks into my eyes and asks, “How much did you have to drink?”
I know why he’s asking. He wants to make sure I can consent. “I’m sober,” I tell him. “And I want this.”
That’s all the confirmation he needs as his hands fly up to the buttons of my shirt, making short work of it. I am not as quick with his as I fumble along, trying to get them undone. Once I’m in my bra, he grabs hold of his white button-down and gives it a tug. All of the buttons I have missed scatter across the floor as he tosses his shirt aside.
The sight of his chest takes my breath away. I run my fingers along his perfect pecs, down to his washboard abs and the V that is visible just above the waist of his jeans. I want to reach for his zipper, but before I can, he is removing my bra, and his mouth clamps down on a nipple. My hands no longer work as all I can do is shout his name and lean back onto the desk.
His tongue works in circles around my hardened peak, sucking, licking, bringing me to life. I have one hand on his shoulder now, but the other I am using to brace myself against the surface of the desk. I am losing the battle of keeping my feet beneath me.
And then he hikes up my skirt. I’ve already soaked through my silk panties, my thighs slick with want. He runs a finger along the outside of the silky fabric, and I grab hold of his hair, trying to keep air in my lungs.
Yanking them off, he bares me to him, and I am ready to spread myself as wide as possible to take him in, but he has other things in mind. With my skirt around my waist, he picks me up and sets me on the edge of his desk before dropping to his knees.
“Hunter?” I say, knowing what he’s going to do. I’m not sure I’m capable of handling it at the moment. He licks up one thigh and then down the other before his tongue laps against my outer folds. “Oh, fuck!” I shout as he plunges inside of me, and then, he is a wild animal, lapping up my juices as he sucks my clit, burying his face between my legs. I lean back on the desk, trying to keep myself from slipping away.
When I come, it’s hard. I am a ball of spasming muscle, crying out, trying to hold on to him, the desk, anything to keep myself from literally slipping away. He keeps me there, begging for more, begging for him to give me some relief, until I can’t handle it anymore, and then, Hunter sweeps me up into his arms and carries me into his bedroom.
When he drops me on the bed, I take a moment to breathe, gulping in deep pants. He stands near the bed, removing his belt, socks, and shoes, and then unbuttons his jeans. I work my skirt off over my hips, so I am completely naked before him. When he pushes his jeans and boxers down over his hips, his cock springs free, and I am left moaning, longing for him.
He doesn’t make me wait long. I spread my legs for him, and he pushes inside of me in one deep, powerful thrust that leaves me squirming beneath him. He is huge, bigger than any man I’ve ever had, and the feel of him stretching me to my max has me crying out his name.
“God, you’re so fucking hot, Meg,” he says as he pounds into me again and again. I can’t respond with words, but I sink my nails into his muscular back, wrapping my legs around him. He lifts my hips, his mouth on a nipple again, as I claw at the bed with one hand, trying to keep from plummeting over the edge. But I can’t help but shout as he sends me toppling into ecstasy once more.
He pulls out without finishing, and I am confused until he guides me to turn over, tucking a pillow beneath my chest. This time, when he rams his way in, I can hardly handle it. “Fuck!” I shout. “Oh, Hunter, oh, God!”
My words inspire him to hit me harder, and when his hand begins to work my clit, I know I am not going to be able to take this much longer. My body is already convulsing around him. I’ve never felt this good in my life.
When he finally releases inside of me, I am almost relieved. My lungs are burning, and my muscles are tight and sore, but if that’s the price I have to pay for the best sex of my life, so be it.
After a few moments, we move beneath the blankets, and I rest my head on his chest. He kisses the top of my head, and then he’s out. I will follow shortly, but as my fingers trace the shape of the diamond necklace he gave me, I can’t help but think about how that’s the only thing I am wearing.
This night did not start or end how I expected it, but it is definitely a night I will never forget, and as I fall asleep, I’m hoping it’s the first of many nights I will fall asleep in Hunter Stone’s arms.
CHAPTER17
HUNTER