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Wait a second…

“Are you talking about Sloan?”

Fuck. Sloan.

Guilt crept into my throat, a real bitch when all I wanted to do was sink into depravity with the criminally sexy Hunter. A thunderous growl rumbled between us before Phillip was kissing me again, tongue roughly twirling around mine. I couldn’t help but groan in appreciation. It felt so good. It had to be a crime for him to be this good at sexandas good looking as he was.

Phillip’s hand replaced his knee between my thighs, and the Austrian made quick work of my pants and underwear. I didn’t have time to register exactly when his fingers sunk inside of me, only that they were there and driving me crazy before I realized I sounded like a wanton banshee.

I mean, holy fuck, why does it always feel so damn good?

I didn’t want to admit it, but I was glad Phillip did whatever he wanted. It saved me the trouble of second-guessing it. It even let me blame it all on him, as childish as that was.

As his movements worked my thighs apart, I succumbed to his wicked fingers and tongue, surrendering all my self-respect as a powerful, independent woman to give in. Quickly, I forgot why I even bothered hesitating.Might as well enjoy it. I could die tomorrow. Who knows. Another sexy guy and roll in the bed was living it up, if Kate’s definition of high school rang true.

Convenient excuse, V.

Twisting the sheets in my hands, I fought the oncoming orgasm. I’d die of shame if I came too fast, and Phillip would never let me hear the end of it. Biting my lower lip, I jerked away from his touch.

Chuckling, the other Hunter removed his shirt with one hand. Muscles danced and rippled under a sea of ink. The gleam of the metal piercings in his nipples and belly caught my distracted stare. His powerful body was painted in both light and shadow, and it was a marvel to gaze at. I’d forgotten the strong cut of his shape and the way his biceps moved and balled under smooth, inked flesh when he shifted and hovered.

The gorgeous criminal lookalike brushed dark hair away from his ocean eyes, his abs forming a ridge of mountains along his stomach when he braced on the balls of his feet. His pecs reshaped and flexed when Phil’s eyes finally settled on mine. The look the sexy Hunter gave me was the same one he always displayed when he was turned on and ready to pounce.

“I’ve missed you, mein Schatz.”

That means ‘My Darling.’ Google told me so.

I stiffened at the passionately whispered term of endearment, but I wasn’t given the chance to address it like I wanted to. Somehow, Phillip had worked the button and zip of his pants open and was already stroking himself, in full view of my greedy eyes. It was a damn miracle I didn’t drool when I caught sight of his large, tattooed hand stroking his fully erect cock.

That’s some cheap porno shit, so why am Iso turned on?

Any other time and I would’ve teased him, but I couldn’t find the words. Couldn’t really speak at all. His shameless actions rendered me speechless, the bastard. He knew I turned into a beast when the other Hunter openly exposed himself.

I doubt anyone would know what to say when the Devil himself is staring at you while pumping his massive, throbbing erection.

His ethereal blues caught mine before Phillip snaked his way back over my body and hooked one of my legs over his arm. Then with a sneaky smile, he sunk into me.

The overwhelming stimulation took my brain hostage. Every thought that wasn’t wanting it harder and faster fled my head. “Phillip!”

His hips smacked into mine without reprieve. The loud slaps echoed in my ears and I clung to him, rolling down to feel it more. Every powerful thrust forced a sound from my throat that gave everything away, and soon I didn’t do anything but beg him for it—to take me harder, faster, deeper.

“Fuck, Phil,” I panted, driving fingernails into his back.

Phillip’s kiss was near violence. “Please, don’t call my name in that voice,” he pleaded with a voice roughened by lust.

I nibbled his ear, and his body shuddered against me. “Fuck me so hard I can’t speak, then.”

His answering groan was full of the desire to do just that, give me the fuck of a lifetime. His pace and strength intensified to the point where I literally couldn’t speak. I didn’t even breathe. Could only anchor myself to his strong body and chase the pleasure until it hit its peak and my entire body constricted.

“Scheisse,” he cursed before stiffening.

Warmth flooded my hips, and then everything relaxed. Phillip rolled over to my side, panting even though he didn’t need to breathe. But that was how I knew he was really into it. His body craved air it didn’t need, and so did mine.

The mechanical ping of someone’s phone went off from Phillip’s side of the bed. I turned my head to see the naked, beautiful tattooed Hunter turn over to check his phone with a grunt. But as I went to ask him who texted, Phillip tossed the phone and dragged my face back over to his. Then the other Hunter kissed me like he intended to suck out the rest of the air in my lungs.

Slow-blinking, I watched him pull away, unable to do anything but stare at the other Hunter like a fucking idiot. “Wha—”

“Get dressed, mein Schatz. Sloan will be here in five.”

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