More, Please (Please Series Book 3) (9 page)

“Yes,” he said right before his hot mouth fastened around the nipple, sucking.

My head fell back as deft fingers worked between my slit, making everything slick. Two fingers pushed into me as his thumb circled my clit. “And me trying to get the video away from her…”

His mouth left a trail of heat up to my lips. He shrugged out of his dress shirt before unbuttoning and pushing down his pants and boxers. He pulled me closer again, the feel of his delicious body against mine making my eyes flutter closed.

“Yes.” He kissed me passionately, his hands applying pressure on my back until my front was basically coating his. He shifted a little, backing away to adjust. His erection slid between my legs, rubbing against my incredibly wet and aching sex.

I sighed as his lips sucked softly at my neck. His hands rubbed down my bare back and squeezed my butt cheeks. His hips moved away and then came back, rubbing his soft skin against mine.

“And you’re not going to fire me for breaking the rules?” I asked in a hush, torn between extremely turned on, and uncomfortable because I knew he’d heard the love admission.

“We’ve broken a lot of rules, Livy.” Hunter sighed as he pulled his hips away, dragging his velvety manhood against me. He angled up and brought his hips back in. His tip pushed past my barriers and entered my body slowly, filling me up.

I slid a leg up his thigh and hooked it around his hip. He nibbled my lips as he pulled out, rubbing just right. He thrust slowly, deep and intense. His tongue entered my mouth, matching his body’s movements. He pulled out, and this time, his thrust came hard and fast.

The contrast made me moan, melting into him in erotic bliss.

“I want to pleasure you, Livy.” Hunter pulled out of me. “Pull the sheets back. Get your heating lotion, the handcuffs, and the blindfold.”

A
thrill zinged
through my body. With tingling legs and a nervous smile, I went to the closet and retrieved what he’d asked for. When I came back, he took the items from me before turning me around. The soft material covered my eyes, tightening as he tied it behind my head. I felt the whisper of fingertips down my arms, giving me goosebumps.

His heat moved away, leaving my back uncomfortably cold. In darkness, I heard the bed creak and shift, fabric being ruffled. Metal jingled. Butterflies filled my stomach.

I’d never done this before. I’d never trusted someone enough to let them tie me down in any way. I’d never met someone that I could trust so completely.

I’d also never been with someone like Hunter.

Without warning, he scooped me up into his arms. I squealed in surprise. A moment later, I felt his muscles lengthen and contract around me, as he climbed onto the bed. The soft mattress received me as he put me down. He drew up my hands above my head. Cold metal encircled each wrist.

Another thrill tore through me as the ratchet sound announced the handcuffs closing. I moved, feeling the shackles catch and hold my wrists.

A warm hand settled on my shin before moving up my body slowly. It traveled over my thigh, going wide around my hip and over my belly. I sucked in a breath as his palm cupped a breast. His thumb ran across my nipple.

I moaned, arching into his hand. His other hand touched down on my other breast, his thumbs now moving and tweaking both nipples.

I licked my lips and spread my legs, pulling at my hands, feeling the fire of being completely at his mercy. His hands left my breasts, making me whimper in disappointment. A moment later, though, cool wetness rubbed into my breasts and around my nipples. Between my legs was next. My nipples began to tingle with heat before my sex did the same, the warming lotion spiking the pleasure.

The bed moved under me. Some part of him glanced across my thigh. The soft
clunk
of the lotion bottle touched down on the nightstand. I felt his movement before a warm tongue licked up my center.

“Oh,” I moaned, tilting up into him. Palms pushed my thighs wider. His mouth sucked me in, his tongue swirling as it did so. His palms disappeared. I waited, wondering where they would touch down as his mouth moved up. His tongue played with my clit, his hands still absent.

I breathed out the expectation. My core started to tighten in excitement as I gyrated up into him. I pulled at my hands, deliciously trapped. I arched, moaning as his suction increased.

A finger flicked my nipple unexpectedly.

“Oh!” I jolted, throwing my head back into the pillow. I pulled at my hands again and bit my lip. His mouth worked me harder as his fingers gently twisted my nipple.

Shooting jabs of pleasure shocked into my body, pooling in my sex. The tightness intensified, winding up. I writhed, unable to move far with my hands caught. Unable to touch him.

“Yes, Hunter,” I said through a tight throat, gyrating into his mouth. I strained against the handcuffs and arched, wanting his touch harder. Wanting more.

His hand rubbed down my stomach. Another hand joined the first, firm strokes down my lower belly and over my thighs. I spread my legs wider and arched again, needing his touch to work with his mouth. Needing a part of him inside me.

As if reading my mind, one of his hands lifted, appearing on my breast. The other felt down my slit before dipping in.

“Oh, yes. Oh. Yes!” Unable to help myself, so damn aroused by the cuffs and blindfold, at his mercy, I writhed on the bed wildly. I swung my hips into and away from him, working with the pounding of his fingers inside me. I felt the pull of his mouth on my most sensitive spot. Aching in my core from his other hand rubbing my breast.

I bit my lip again, pulling at the bed. Struggling. Wanting to touch him. Turned on that I couldn’t.

“Yes, Hunter. Harder—” The sensations burned through me. My heart hammered as everything clenched tight deep down inside of me. So tight. Felt so
good—

“
Ah!
”
I shuddered uncontrollably in release, pulling with my hands. The wood cracked under the strain.

Hunter’s hands roamed over me, softly sending waves of pleasant shivers through me. I panted, rubbing my thighs along his body as his soft breath blew against my fevered and aching sex.

“Fuck me now, Hunter,” I commanded, somehow feeling more powerful even though I was tied up and blinded.

His body rubbed up mine, as my taut nipples rubbed against his harder pecs, ripping a moan from my throat. His lips hit mine. His tongue penetrated my mouth as my legs spread wider to accommodate his large body.

Without hesitation, he entered me, diving in deep. I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. His kiss deepened as he plunged, thrusting into me. Filling me up.

I started gyrating again, having skipped the second warmup phase and already tightening in anticipation of an orgasm. The bed shifted as he plunged, hard and fast. The wood creaked with the strain of me pulling on it, loving being tied down. Loving being
taken.

“Yes, Hunter!” I exalted. Our breath mingled, both of us breathing hard. I rocked my hips, meeting his downward thrusts. Our bodies slapped together. My moans grew louder.

“Olivia,” Hunter whispered in my ear. He sucked in my earlobe as he dove into me.

Heat, then a slow burn, took over me. I wanted to admit I loved him. That I needed him.

I bit down on my lip. I held it in. Just in case. He knew, but he hadn’t heard it straight from my lips.

Instead, I arched up, taking more of him. “Oh, Hunter. Oh God—I’m going to come.” It hit me. Blistering pleasure exploded and then wrapped around me, so tight it cut off my breath. Colors blasted behind my eyes. I trembled beneath him, feeling him shaking over me.

His lips found mine again, deep and sensual. His movements slowed way down. “It just keeps getting better with you,” he said softly, reaching up and undoing my blindfold. His handsome face and soft eyes came into view. Moonlight sprinkled across his shoulders.

He kissed me again as he let me out of the handcuffs.

“This bed was chosen specifically, wasn’t it?” I asked with a tired smile, turning to my side. He pulled the covers over us and snuggled in behind me. “You wanted something you could use handcuffs with.”

“Aren’t you glad I did?”

I sighed in contentment as his arms came around me. “Yes. I liked that.”

He kissed my neck. “So did I.”

T
he next day
I poked my head into the spare bedroom Hunter used as an office. He sat hunched over the desk with his hands clasped and his arms flexed.

“You okay?” I asked softly, only my head visible. He’d had an outburst a moment before, something he only did when dealing with the contract with Blaire.

He looked up and unclasped his hands. A smile adorned his face. “That waiver will hold up in court if my father takes it that far. Blaire’s father had already backed out, and the small print was written with Blaire having absolutely no power of her own. It’s resolved. I’m free of it.”

Delight bubbled up through me. I stepped further into the room. “Are you relieved?”

“Very.” He sighed. “It’s amazing. It’s like a weight has been lifted. I had no idea it had affected me this much. I have you to thank.”

“Meh.” I waved him away, leaning against the wall and crossing my arms. “Just call me private eye.”

“For that, too, but I meant…for helping me see that there was more to life than a shallow contract and a stressful domestic setting.”

“Stressful domestic setting? I don’t think that does what you’ve been dealing with justice. I mean, finding strange, naked men on your coffee table must have traumatized you.”

“Come here.” He held out a hand. I took it and let him pull me onto his lap. He put his arms around my waist. “Nothing really traumatized me, no. But it was a constant nuisance. I didn’t like going home.”

“Again. Don’t blame you. She’s very pretty, but insane.”

He gave me a squeeze. “My dad knows you drugged him. He says he’s going to fight that waiver.”

I froze in Hunter’s arms. He gave me another squeeze. “He’s not going to get proof for his suspicions. You have nothing to worry about.”

I let out a sigh of relief. “But you said the waiver would hold up—how else would he fight it?”

“I told him you had a recording, both video and audio, of your dealings with him. He said a lot of things he wouldn’t want anyone to hear last night. With that document in excellent shape, and his signature legit, he’s got nothing. He can’t even hold over me that he was with you—I told him about the lotion.”

“Wait…” I turned so I could see Hunter’s face. “How do you know what was said?”

“I watched the transmission. It’s saved on your computer.”

My mouth dropped open. It hadn’t been edited. Rodge had signed the paper because I said I loved Hunter. Which, yes, was redundant to the other video, but this time I’d said it. It’d come out of my own mouth.

“I don’t think it’s healthy to sleep as much as you do.” He winked and stood me up.

“But…” I blinked down at him. “You’re not mad? Or weirded out about things…that were said…”

His eyes softened. “I’m not sure. And I’m battling some things that still haunt me from the past, but no. I won’t fire you for breaking that rule.”

The love rule, he meant. He was okay with me loving him.

The warmth that had been growing these past weeks flooded me. I’d dropped the L-bomb prematurely before. It hadn’t worked out well.

I smiled like an idiot. I didn’t even care that he had no plans to say it back yet. He was okay with it. The rest would come. “Okay, then.”

“Remember, next Friday is the dinner party with my mother. Blaire is going to be there, so…we’ll have that to deal with.”

Hunter turned back to his laptop as if he hadn’t dropped a huge bomb in the middle of this conversation.

“Blaire? At your mother’s?”

“My mom sent the invite to my house with both of our names on it. She doesn’t agree with my dealings with Blaire, but she’s the type to ignore unpleasant things—it’s how she coped with my father for so long.”

“Does Blaire know you’re definitely out of the contract?”

Hunter leaned against the desk again, bowing his head. His shoulders flexed in irritation. “Yes. I’ve given her a month to move out, and she’s responded with a great many threats. She’s going to turn up wherever I am. I have no idea who she’ll bring to my mother’s house, if anyone, but her sole focus will be me. She doesn’t like losing.”

“Is that who you were yelling at?”

“I don’t yell, Livy. Although I do, occasionally, loudly state important facts.”

“Ah.” I smirked and made my way to my office, which was a storm of boxes. Janelle had done a great job bringing everything over from my old apartment. She’d even gotten help, she’d said. Jane had stayed out of the way or opened the door, always smiling pleasantly. Those months when I didn’t have much money obviously strained her view of me, and she was another woman who could hold a grudge.

I pouted as I read the rooms of the house written on the side of the boxes. There were three total—bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen. The kitchen only had one box, and within it, two appliances. Or so the detailed description noted. I had a feeling the appliances were things Jane wanted to get rid of, because I didn’t remember having anything.

I moved three bedroom boxes out of the way so I could get to the first bathroom one I’d seen. Tearing into it, I found soap and face wash and things I’d already bought to tide me over. I didn’t find my three unopened packs of birth control pills.

Frowning, I looked for the next bathroom box. “Why are they all on the bottom?” I asked in exasperation.

“What’s that?”

I jumped and spun around. Hunter paused in the door with raised eyebrows.

“I was talking to myself. Butt out.” I turned back to the stack of boxes.

“I was thinking of going out to dinner, and then stopping by my house and getting a few things. When can you be ready?”

I blew out a breath, blowing my hair away from my face. “Now, if you help me get these bathroom boxes out when we get back.”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

“Pushy.” I smiled and followed him into our—my—room.

I hadn’t thought of this flat as being solely mine since I’d moved in, and neither had he. I wondered what would happen when Blaire finally moved out of his place. Would I stay with him again, or would he continue coming here when he wanted to see me?

The shower started. “Come in here, Livy. I need to fuck you.”

All the thoughts fell out of my head. I’d have to revisit my desire to skip toward the bathroom. That couldn’t be normal. “Yes, sir.”

T
he week went by quickly
. Hunter stayed over every night, setting off before me in the mornings, as usual, but often leaving the office with me. He worked out, ate, and finished up a few things from “my” building. Mrs. Foster now had a key to the flat and made breakfast for us, with Janelle doing the late shift and making dinner. Because of the shift changes and the two assistants combining efforts, Hunter and I got a fresh meal whenever we wanted it. Between them, they cleaned, straightened, and organized our whole lives.

I really loved my life. Money might not be able to buy happiness, but it could sure ease the troubles and promote laziness.

The only thing that was still going horribly wrong was Blaire. The woman would not let it rest. She’d found out where the flat was, and waited for Hunter a few days a week. Once she got face time, she was slinky and sexy and ready to seduce him at a moment’s notice. She’d even reached for his zipper on the street like a crack-whore needing a fix and willing to do anything to get it. The whole situation was madness.

“You have that dinner tonight?” Brenda asked as I was packing my computer up.

I glanced at the clock. It was still only four, leaving me three hours to get ready. I’d probably need all three, too, because Blaire would be there, looking drop-dead gorgeous.