44. There’s No Shame In Asking

Chapter 44

There's No Shame In Asking

HUNTER

I slowly move my hands underneath Megan's blouse and cup one of her breasts, pulling up the bra and kneading the soft flesh in my hands. Her small but dense breasts fit so perfectly in the palm of my hands. I swallow her soft moans, relishing the sound.

The way she squirms against me is tantalizing, and that jasmine scent is driving me crazy. I use the other hand to push up her skirt and cup her mound through her panties. She lets out a soft gasp, "Hunter."

"What?" I press an open-mouthed kiss against her jawline. "Do you want something?"

I steal another kiss from her, sucking on her tongue and making her press down into my hand. A dissatisfied sound escapes her.

"It's polite to ask for something you want, Megan," I bite gently down on her shoulder through her blouse.

"Stop rubbing me and do something," she groans.

"Like what?" I hide my self-satisfied smile on her neck.

I can see the visible struggle on her face. She's dying to tell me what she wants but is battling with herself. I assume all she's ever been with are little boys who probably rut themselves inside of her without a moment's consideration for her pleasure. She's never had to voice her desire because no one's ever cared.

Well, I fucking care.

"Megan." I pinch her nipple in a punishing manner to get her full attention. "There's no shame in asking to be fucked. You can always use your words with me."

I part the bottom lining of her panty and rub against her hardened clit, which is damp with her juices, another part of her that drives me wild. She gets wet so easily with just a few words or some strategic touches. I can only imagine what she'd be like in bed if she could fully get out of her head and just let go.

"Why are you such a condescending asshole?" She glowers down at me and then immediately throws her head back when I thrust a finger inside of her.

"Language," I remind her mildly. "No name-calling."

I watch with delight as she tries to fuck herself on my finger, but she can't move her leg that much, and she gives me a look filled with frustration.

"Fine, you win!"

"I win what?"

"Please, just fuck me already."

"With what?" I ask sadistically, enjoying her suffering.

"Your fingers, please." She mouths the last word against my ear in a soft, submissive-sounding whisper that makes my dick harden instantly.

I slide in another finger, and she lets out a wanton moan. Then I press a kiss along her bared throat, stretching my fingers inside of her, making her writhe. However, my patience is fleeting, and I withdraw my fingers, reaching out and undoing my zipper.

I relish the smell of her as I take out my cock, which is painfully hard, lift Megan by the waist, and position her straight down my stiff length.

"Hell!"

Her scream is loud and so very satisfying, but I can't have half the staff running back here to see what's going on, so I quickly cover her mouth with my hand, letting out a quiet groan of my own. She's so wet and tight. I want more of her. When I use my hands to lift her hips and slam them down on my dick again, she lets out a sobbing cry and wraps her arms around my neck for leverage.

"Hunter," she exhales harshly.

The original plan was to take things gently and slowly, but it seems impossible when I'm inside of her because I just want to fuck her so hard that she can't walk. I move in and out of her sweet pussy, trying not to jostle her too much and be mindful of her stitches. And yet, this slow pace is torture for both of us.

"Faster," she pleads, her words mindless. "Do it harder. I need harder!"

I want to.

God, I want to.

But I don't.

"You'll take what I give you, kitten," I whisper against her mouth. "As slow or as soft as I give you."

I continue to fuck her in slow, long, deep strokes, and I can see the unfocused look in her eyes as she tries to control the pace and fails. Her face is twisted in desire, and as her warm flesh tightens around my cock, I feel my self-control slipping. My pace increases as I chase my own relief when she orgasms around my dick, crying my name, "Hunter!"

When I come with a painful grunt, it pushes her off the edge once more. She's wrapped around me so tightly that I don't even get the chance to pull out.

"Well, fuck," I sigh, rubbing my hand on her back as she trembles in my arms. "You really did it this time, sweet Megan." But she's too far gone to care about our misstep.

A while later, as I clean her up with some tissues, she becomes a bit more lucid. However, she doesn't seem very fazed by what happened.

"Don't worry. You're safe," she assures me in a hoarse voice.

She tries to stand up but stumbles, muttering under her breath, "You're bad for my health. I can't even walk."

"Are you on the pill?" I steady her. This is clearly something I should have asked about a long time ago, or at least ten minutes ago, but when it comes to this woman, my behavior has been irrational and irresponsible from the start—some might say obsessive.

"I should have told you that I test regularly and that I'm clean," I tell her.

"I'm not on the pill," she mumbles, not meeting my gaze. "It's just that I can't get pregnant."

"What do you mean?" I frown.

"I had an accident when I was young. It damaged my uterus. So, you're fine."

"Hey." I grab her arm, forcing her to look at me. "What are you not telling me?"

Her smile is sharp as she looks at me and her eyes dull in that way when she retreats into herself.

"Let it go."

She adjusts her skirt, but I can see her taut jaw. She's shutting herself off from me. It's an infuriating habit of hers, this refusal to give me even an inch.

An inch that I never knew I wanted so badly.

The more she holds herself back, the more I want to dig in deeper. I find myself wanting to know everything about her.

"That's not going to happen." I reach out and button up her blouse as she glowers at me.

"So, it's okay for you to have your secrets, but I'm not allowed to have mine?"

"Exactly."

"That's very hypocritical of you."

I smile at her, pulling her down until she's back on my lap. "I never said that I was fair, Miss Taylor."

She gives me a long look. "I see. So, what's your plan? Try to pry all my secrets out of me and then get me to fall head over heels for you. And once that's done, you leave me behind brokenhearted?"

I know they're fueled by insecurity, but my eyes narrow at her sarcastic words. "Watch it, Megan. Even I have my limits."

"What part of what I said was wrong?" She scoffs. "Or even offensive?" I watch her retreat to her desk, all passion erased from her face. "Understand this, Mr. Middleton. I don't trust anybody, especially not with my heart. I appreciate all the kindness you've shown me and the great sex, but I'd never be stupid enough to fall in love with you. If there's ever a day I think I may be falling, though, this entire arrangement ends."

Her voice is suddenly and strangely cold. It's almost as if mind-blowing sex has the opposite effect on her. Instead of feeling closer to me like most women would, she immediately puts up a barrier, forcing me out.

I don't like it.

And I'm not going to allow this behavior of hers to stand.