Page 45 of Baked

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Hunter was the happiestman on the goddamn planet. Rachel loved him. Actually frigging loved him. How had he gotten so darn lucky?

And the sex, Jesus, it was always freaking amazing, but tonight it was out of this world. He had a feeling he’d be recovering for days.

She was the one. There was no doubt about it. He knew it deep down to his soul. They connected on every single level, and he would do anything in his power to keep her, to make her happy. He just hoped that he was enough for her.

“Why did you and your wife break up?” Even Rachel’s soft voice didn’t manage to cushion the impact of those words. Or stop him flinching.

He’d known this was coming. She’d given him time and space after finding out he was married, but after tonight, she must have been just as aware as him that something had shifted. Their relationship has been solidified. Which meant it was time to talk.

Rachel’s naked body snuggled deeper into him, her hand resting on his bare chest. They’d been like this for a while now, catching their breath after hours of loving on each other.

“She cheated on me.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. Not just once either. A hell of a lot.”

After spending a day with Luke and an evening declaring and demonstrating his love for Rachel, by all logic, he should be emotionally fucked by now. But he wasn’t. He was actually fine, and talking about Madison felt all right. Maybe it was easier to leave the past behind when the present was so damn good.

“Wow. What an idiot. I bet she’s kicking herself now.”

His chuckle was out before he had time to check it. “Why would she be kicking herself now?”

“’Cause you’re the whole package. There aren’t many Hunter Campbells floating around, trust me. Not only are you hot, you’re kind and funny and ... you know ... have a lot of other talents too.”

“Oh yeah? What talents are you talking about, honeybun?”

He knew without even seeing them that her cheeks were burning as she giggled into his chest.

“You know ... cooking. You’re really good at cooking meals and stuff.”

Her head bopped up and down as his stomach vibrated. “Cooking? That’s my talent, huh?”

Pulling Rachel’s small frame onto him, she was quick to arrange herself until she was straddling his thighs. He was right, even in the darkness he could make out tinges of pink on her face.

“What else am I good at, baby?” Hunter asked, his eyes roaming over her supple body.

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