Chapter 40

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Hunter

"Which one?" I take in her gleaming eyes, her thick hair put up in some intricate hairdo that I’ve been itching to get my fingers into, just so I can pull out the pins and see her hair down in thick strands about her face again. Clearly, she’s been processing our conversation and come to some kind of conclusion in her head, the results of which I’m about to experience.

"This one." She rises to her feet. Then, in a move that has my breath catching, she hitches her dress above her hips, and straddles me.

My heart slams into my ribcage. My pulse rate shoots up until I can feel the blood thudding in my ears. I slide my palms up her thighs to squeeze her hips.

"Fuck, Zara, you don’t have any panties on," I growl.

"Oh, so it’s Zara, is it? Is that because you’re trying to scold me for being impudent? I wonder."

"You’re playing with fire, Fire."

"And maybe, this time, I need you to be brimstone. To allow both of us to burn in the time it takes us to reach the gala."

"Sir, Mr. Whittington, it’s eight minutes until we reach our destination, sir." My chauffeur’s voice comes through the speaker.

She frowns.

I raise my fingers to her forehead and smooth out the wrinkles in that beautiful brow.

"I told him to give me a warning when we were close."

"Because you expected us to be in this situation?"

"Maybe?"

"Oh, for fuck’s sake, and just when I thought, perhaps, you weren’t as much of a tosser as you made yourself out to be." She begins to slide off, but I hold her in place.

"Just kidding you again, baby. No. For once, my intentions in wanting you with me were purely so I could spend time with you in a legitimate fashion, on a professional basis."

"Being photographed arriving together is barely going to make it seem professional."

"You’re with me as my PR specialist. Sure, you’re my plus-one for the evening, but we’re not hiding anything. If anything, being seen together openly will only make it even more obvious that there’s nothing between us."

"Or maybe, people will pick up on the chemistry between us." She frowns.

"If you were that concerned, why didn’t you say anything earlier?"

"It was the dress…and the shoes… And the bag." She glowers at me. "You blindsided me with my favorite brands. I’m a proud woman, but even I bow at the altar of Armani. Add Manolo Blahnik and Birkin to the mix, and you knew I was not going to return them." She stabs a finger into my chest. "Especially not, after I tried on this dress."

"I prefer you even more dressed in only the Blahnik's and nothing else." I wrap my fingers about her delectable arse cheeks and massage the rounded flesh.

It’s her turn to groan.

I pull her even closer so her soft core grinds down into the tent over of my crotch.

This time, both of us exhale sharply.

“I’m going to leave a damp spot on your pants,” she protests.

"Fuck that.” I tilt my hips so the tent at my crotch stabs into the apex of her legs.

She moans; my balls tighten. “Baby, I need to be inside of you," I growl.

"You have less than eight minutes to make me come." Her voice breaks, but her gaze is alert. Her color is high, but anticipation radiates off of her. It sinks into my skin, ignites my own need.

"I’m going to make you come at least three times before we reach our destination." I wrap my fingers about the nape of her neck and pull her in. Our lips meet, teeth clash, tongues entwine. I kiss her, and she kisses me back. I lick into her mouth, and she bites down on my lower lip. My cock stabs into the fabric of my pants. I tear my mouth from hers. Holding her gaze, I reach between us, unfasten my belt, slide down my zipper, and take out my cock. I position her over the head of my shaft, then thrust up and into her. I breach her, and her gaze widens. Her mouth opens in a soundless gasp. Her golden eyes catch fire, and for a second, it’s as if I’m gazing into my destiny. Into a future that belongs to the both of us. It’s scary, and so fucking right, it turns me on even more.

"I’m going to fuck you, Fire."

She grips my shoulders and swallows. "Don’t you dare spoil this dress."

"I’ll buy you a hundred more."

"I prefer to buy them for myself," she says primly.

"And I prefer when your attention is solely on me."

"Aww, feeling left out, are you?" She flexes her inner muscles, and the reverberations seem to travel up my spine.

"You’re so hot, so tight, so fucking wet for me, baby." I pump up and into her, hitting that spot deep inside of her that makes her cry out. She throws her head back, and I bite the curve of her breast. She moans, and the noise goes straight to my head. Something snaps inside of me.

"Look at me." I apply pressure to the nape of her neck, and she opens her eyes.

I hold her gaze, then slide my hand down between us. I pinch her clit, and she explodes. The orgasm seems to take her by surprise, for her entire body jolts. Moisture bathes my cock, and she shudders and places her forehead against mine.

"Oh, my god."

"You mean, 'Oh, Hunter,' don’t you?"

"Why do I find your arrogance such a turn-on?"

"Because you like a man who’s confident enough to dominate you, baby."

She opens her eyes and stares into mine. "Your ego is going to be your downfall."

"Right now, it’s on the ascent, Fire." I piston my hips up, and my shaft drills up and into her.

She groans. "Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod."

"Hunter."

"What?" she whines.

"Say my name."

"No."

"Oh?" I pull her off my cock, and she glances down at where my dick stands up at attention between us.

"Why did you do that?" she wails.

"So I could do this." I pull her back further, then bring down my palm on her pussy.

"What the—" she howls. "What are you doing?"

"Making you say my name."

"Don’t you dare, Whittington."

I spank her core again.

Her back arches. "Fuck you, Hunter."

"Just my name."

"No way."

I slap her on her clit, and again, and she orgasms.