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Hunter scratches the light stubble on his cheek and then strokes his chin with his index finger. I can hear the sound of the coarse hair being rubbed and can’t stop imaging what it would feel like between my thighs.
The crackle of something bursts in the air between us. I lick my lower lip, then sink my teeth slowly into it, satisfied to see his eyes darkening.
“What’s your next move?” He’s trying to ignore the current flowing between us. Why? No quickies with work partners?
“While Serena works her magic, I’m going to meet one of my informants tomorrow. I contacted him on my way here. He has a connection to a bigorganizationand can maybe shed some light on the hitman front.” I stand up and take a step toward him, placing my hand on the table and leaning slightly over him.
“Weare going to meet him,” he corrects me, sliding his eyes over my chest and further down.
Hook. Bait. Bite.“See something you like?” I use my fuck-me tone, the one that gets me cock every time.
His jaw clenches, and then he slowly leaves his chair and straightens up. My head tips up to keep eye contact while he tilts his down to peer into my face. He must be six-foot-five since he’s almost looming over me and have at least sixty pounds on my two hundred. I feel small, and I fucking love it.
“Come on, after what happened you deserve some…enjoyment.” I feel like the tempting Devil—sans the scales, the slithering tail, and the apple. Well, I’m the apple and the Devil. Can I be both?
“I took my enjoyment while fighting,” he growls, but I can see something growing…in his jeans.
“Why not take more?” I press my tongue to my inner cheek and then push against it, showing him clearly where he could take it from.
He steps closer, and his already deep voice drops another octave. “You want to be used? To be my fuck hole, Ramiel?”
My cock instantly stiffens. A dirty talker. Am I dreaming? “I fucking count on it, Hunter Bear.”
He lets out what I can only describe as a low, rumbly roar. Then he grabs my shirtfront and drags me out, using my body very unceremoniously to open the back door.
“You really like silent, narrow back alleys,” I joke as he pulls me abruptly against his chest and turns me around so his back is pressed to the wall. He feels hard everywhere, and I moan as my brain starts bombarding me with different sensations.
His hand lets go of my shirt and moves to my shoulder, exerting warm, firm pressure until I start going down to my knees. His eyes don’t leave mine as he unbuttons his jeans with deft fingers.
Big hands. Long fingers. I want to suck on them, slick them thoroughly, and then let them stuff me full.
“I’m a big motherfucker,” he says gruffly. And I know he isn’t talking about his body size.
“Show me,” I challenge him. I think I see a hint of appreciation in his gaze at my dauntless statement.
Even though the unforgiving ground under my knees is painfully hard and he’s towering above me, I feel good. I like to let go from time to time. And let my hookups have control.
He finally pushes his jeans down and…no underwear. Fuck! I find myself face to face with his long, very, very, very thick, dripping, porn-worthy, Black dick. The head points slightly to the left, and there’s a long vein running along the side.
I nuzzle it, pushing my nose deeper, while taking a big breath. Earthy, rich, soapy…so good. This dick is my damn Everest.
I feel those dark eyes on me, daring me, and I can’t resist. I lick his length from base to tip, savoring his salty, sharp taste on my tongue. His low groan travels all the way to my balls as I move back to see my work. My saliva looks so damn good on his cock.
“Mmm, delicious.” I smirk at him.
“Do you need instructions?” he taunts me, the impatience in his voice is clear. But I don’t care, because his voice has one-way access to my cock—the dirty road kind of access.
“You’ll dream of this mouth, Grizzly. And beg for more.”
“The only one salivating here is you,” he retorts.Am I?Before I can actually check, he says in an almost bored tone, “Less drooling more sucking.” And crosses his bulging arms over his chest. Daring me again.
My eyes go back to the stiff black mamba between his legs. And those big, heavy balls. I want a mouthful of them.
Seeing my gloves, I take them off hurriedly, and my fingers wrap around the smooth, hard length, giving it a couple of pumps. His thickness would stretch me so fucking good. My hole clenches at the thought.
I hazard a look at his face. His arms are still crossed, eyes zeroed in on me, big chest rising and falling faster than usual. Unfortunately, his belly isn’t on display for me to perv on, buthe has a delicious happytrail peeking from under his sweater, traveling down to the base of his dick.
“Your cock is spank bank material,” I feel the need to tell him.
