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What are you talking about?
You know. My ghostwriting work.
He had no idea what she ghostwrote. He d been told, but it hadn t been important to him.
Apparently Gretchen wrote about astronauts . . . or bimbos. What she wrote had never been important
to him, though. Only Gretchen was. So what would you do if you could do anything?
Gretchen glanced over at him. Be right here? With you?
He smiled. God, he loved her.
For the entire morning, Gretchen cooked and baked in the kitchen. It seemed therapeutic and
distracting for her to pull ingredients out of the well-stocked fridge and begin to make delicious
treats. And while she baked, she chatted. She told him about how when she was a little girl, she was
the eldest. The twins were Audrey and Daphne, and their mother worked two jobs to make ends meet.
As the eldest child, Gretchen had been the one in charge of the food, and during the summers she d
watched cooking shows to learn how to prepare meals for her sisters. She d enjoyed working in the
kitchen and it had taken off from there. Now she baked for the coffee shop and loved to cook for
friends.
By the time Gretchen looked fully relaxed, there was a fresh-baked set of banana nut muffins on the
counter, something she referred to as a gingerbread soufflé, tiny, perfectly shaped white chocolate
scones, and pudding-filled lemon cupcakes decorated with hints of lemon zest, freshly grated by
Hunter. She seemed utterly content.
She was beautiful and incredibly sexy, and he found that he could watch her for hours and never get
bored.
When the last pan was out of the oven and cooling, she began to whip up frosting. She glanced over
at him and then dipped her finger in the frosting, offering it to him. Want to taste?
His cock jerked at the husky note in her voice and the soft look in her eyes. Ah, damn. Gretchen
was thinking pleasant things, and it automatically made him hard to recognize that. Hunter leaned in
and took her finger in his mouth, sucking on the fingertip.
A soft whimper of lust escaped her throat.
He licked her with languorous pleasure, his cock hard as a rock in his pants. When he released her
finger, her gaze was still riveted to his mouth.
It seemed they were thinking along the same wavelength. Is it too early in the day to throw you
down on the floor and fuck you?
Her entire body seemed to tremble with that. God, no. Never too early.
Then come here, he growled.
She moved toward him slowly, all cooking forgotten. Her hands reached for him automatically,
moving to smooth along his jaw and the scars there. He didn t flinch away at her exploring touch.
Gretchen s gaze was appreciative and hot with desire, not disgusted and flinching with revulsion.
She saw him beneath the scars.
Hunter s arm went around her waist, dragging her against him. Her eyes widened and she smiled,
placing a hand on his already erect cock through his slacks. It doesn t take much to get you going,
does it?
Not when it comes to you, he told her, wrapping his other hand in her hair and tilting her neck
back. He leaned in and pressed a kiss there, running his teeth over her skin.
She shivered against him, her hand automatically clenching around his cock. Oh, Hunter, that feels
amazing.
I want to make you feel good, he told her, licking at the delicate cords of her neck. Tell me what
you want.
Sex. Right here, right now. Her hand pumped over his cock, rubbing through his clothing as if she
could give him a handjob through the layers.
He groaned in response, sliding the yoga pants down her hips. Yes. God, yes.
She froze in his arms. Wait. What about the staff? What if they see us? Maybe we should hide
somewhere.
He groaned at the thought. He wanted to sink into Gretchen right then and now. But she was right.
We need condoms, too. Fuck. He needed to learn to keep one on him at all times. Fine. We ll go to
your room.
So far away? It s an entire hall or two down, she teased. I don t know if I can walk that far.
He grabbed her under her thighs and lifted her into the air. Then I ll carry you.
She squeaked in surprise, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist, her arms going around
his neck. I was joking. I can walk.
Hunter thrust against the juncture of her sex, settling her against his erection. But I like to carry
you.
Gretchen sighed, and she automatically leaned in to kiss him, her thighs squeezing tight around him.
I m out of objections.
He kissed her back, his tongue slicking against hers in a wild tangle. With her lifted into his arms,
he began to walk slowly out of the kitchen, each step pushing her against his aching cock. He turned
his back to push open the swinging kitchen door, then continued down the hall. All the while, she
moaned and continued to kiss him, clinging to him.
The walk down the long hall of the east wing to her room seemed endless. Why was his damn
house so big? And yet, him carrying her back to her room was exquisitely pleasurable. Every step
pushed Gretchen s warmth against his cock, and her thighs squeezed against his hips. Her breasts
pushed against his chest, and her mouth sweetly accepted every thrust of his tongue.
It was delicious torture.
She moaned loudly when they got to her door, and he had to pause to twist the doorknob and push
the door open. Don t stop moving, she told him, rolling her hips and working against his cock.
He groaned, his entire body stiffening with need. Gretchen, don t.
Don t do this? She tightened her hands around his neck and ground her hips against him, her lips
brushing against his scarred cheek. I want you deep inside me.
Hunter staggered into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. He carried her to the bed and laid
her down onto her back, immediately rolling on top of her.
Mmm, she said, working her hips again. I liked it when you held me. Felt so close to you.
He sat up, stripping off his shirt and jacket. We don t have to stop. We can make love like that,
with me holding you. I just need to get a condom on.
She gave him a surprised look, and ran a hand along his bare chest, tracing the muscles of his
pectorals. I m not too heavy?
Not at all. He undid his belt, releasing his pants to the ground, quickly followed by his boxers.
Shall I show you?
Absolutely, she breathed, her voice excited. She began to strip her own clothing off with rapid
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