Page 111 of Submission

I belong to Hunter, and he damn sure belongs to me, and I’ll never be afraid again.

I’ll be loved.

“What are you thinking about, beautiful?” he asks after a few moments of me silently staring out the window of the limousine.

“I’m wondering if this is all a dream.” I smile, unable to admit out loud to him that a part of me is worried that the other shoe is going to drop. That suddenly all the happiness that I feel is going to be cruelly taken away from me.

He slides across the seat and encloses me in an embrace that smells like leather and musk.

“Of course, it’s a dream, but it’s our dream together. It’s you and me. Forever.”

I lay back in his comforting warmth and close my eyes as he presses soft kisses at the nape of my neck. His head bends, and he gives me another slow kiss on the side of my neck. I lift both of my arms up, bend them back, and wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer.

“The partition, please,” Hunter suddenly says to Parker, who nods and presses a button, which closes a darkly tinted window between us and him.

Hunter’s arm wraps around to the front of my waist and slides the front of my pants, gently exploring between my folds.

“How long have you been soaked like this?” He growls into my ear.

“Forever,” I mutter thickly, finding myself wanting Hunter in a very carnal way. There must be some truth in what women say about a pregnant woman’s hormones raging because I’ve been wet for half the night.

“I can’t have my woman aching for me like this and not telling me.”

I can feel a hardness poking me at the base of my spine when suddenly he whirls me around in my seat.

He claims my mouth with his hungrily as if he’s been starving for me for days, or perhaps I’m projecting my own desire onto my new fiancé.

I wrap my arms around his neck and climb into his lap, grinding myself into his hardened length.

“So greedy,” he teases. “You just want to take what you want when you want it, huh?”

“When it belongs to me, yeah,” I retort, and that makes the flecks of steel in his silver-gray eyes sparkle like they often do when Hunter is determined or happy.

“I belong to you?” He asks with just a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

“Of course, you do, Hunter.”

Hunter instantly grabs my hips and pulls them forcibly further into him. The sudden movement takes me momentarily by surprise but only makes me want him more.

I lift my strapless silk top up, immediately exposing my breasts because I’m braless tonight, and barely get a chance to toss it aside when Hunter takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

My head falls back from the blissful feeling of my tit between his lips as he simultaneously kneads the other breast with his right hand.

“Hunter.”

Fuck, I just want him inside me like right now. Why the hell didn’t I wear a dress tonight?

I grab his face between both of my hands and try pulling him away.

“What’s wrong?” he asks breathlessly.

“I need to take my pants off,” I tell him, wiggling myself out of wide-leg slacks. “My pussy aches.”

“Fuck, Megan. That mouth of yours.”

It’s only now that I realize that Parker has taken us completely in another direction and is driving us purposely into the Hollywood hills to kill time.

Normally, I’d be embarrassed because that can only mean that he knows exactly what we’re doing back here, but honestly, I don’t care. I need Hunter in the worst way, and I don’t really care who’s around to hear it.

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