He laughed right into my ear, the masculine sound deep and earthy. “Clever.”
“So there. I do have a favorite. What about you?”
“Hmm…” He shifted his jaw from side to side as he considered. “Russland.”
“Russland?” I asked. It took me a few seconds to decipher. “Scotland and Russia?”
“Yep.”
“Really?” I asked. “I’ve been to Russia a few times, but it’s always snowing. Too cold.”
“It snows here.”
“But it’s always snowing there,” I countered.
“And it’s a million degrees in Manhattan in the summer. I’ll take snow over that any day.”
“I like the heat.”
“Then you obviously are never outside.”
“Neither are you.”
He narrowed his eyes in acknowledgment. “Touché.”
“What’s your favorite sport?”
“Football. You?”
“Basketball.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Really what?”
“You follow sports?” he asked in surprise.
I tilted my head up to give him an angry look. “Why is that surprising? Because I’m a woman?”
“No. Because basketball sucks.”
I smacked him in the chest playfully. “Does not.”
“So does.”
“Basketball is pure entertainment. It requires a lot of skill and quick reflexes.”
“And football doesn’t?” he teased. “You think crossing an entire football field with humungous men chasing you down is easy?”
“Never said it was easy. They always have to stop and reset…basketball is continuous.”
“Because the court is tiny.”
“Tiny?” I asked incredulously. “Basketball players run a lot more than football players.”
He shook his head. “You’re a smart woman who knows a lot more than I do, but this…you don’t know shit.” He smiled down at me, telling me he was teasing me and getting a lot of pleasure out of it.
I smacked him again. “You’re the one who doesn’t know shit.”
“Since I’m a gentleman, I’ll just let you think whatever you want.” He grabbed the room service menu and opened it so we both could look at it. “I’m hungry. I’m going to get some pecan pancakes and orange juice.”
“I’ve never seen you eat anything like that in my life.”
“We’re on vacation. Live a little.”
“In that case…” I browsed through the menu. “I’m getting the chocolate chip pancakes with bananas, a coffee, and eggs, bacon, and toast.”
“Now we’re talking.” He grabbed the phone off the hook and placed the order. “You can just bring it into the other room and leave.” He hung up then turned back to me. “Food is on the way. What should we do while we wait?” His gaze slowly intensified as he looked down at me.
I decided to tease him. “Discuss why football is stupid and basketball is awesome.”
His hand moved to my hip, and he squeezed me in a threatening way. “You’re playing with fire, baby.”
“Maybe I like getting burned.”
His eyes narrowed then he rolled on top of me. His heavy weight shifted the bed, and his muscular arms tightened as he held his massive form on top of me. His thighs separated mine, and his heavy dick lay against my belly as he adjusted himself into position. He tilted his hips, the head of his cock moving to my entrance. Then he bucked inside me, pushing through my tight opening and sheathing himself completely inside me.
“Oh…” I was never prepared for how good he would feel. His big cock was the perfect size to stretch me the way a woman should be stretched. If he were any bigger, then he wouldn’t fit at all. He pressed his face closer to mine and looked me in the eye, watching my reaction as he dug deeper and harder. “Mmm…”
His back straightened, and his body tensed as he listened to me enjoy him. “Tatum…”
My hands glided up his arms, feeling the hills and mountains of his physique. My thighs separated farther, and I pulled my knees toward my sides, giving him more room to slide deep inside me. “Room service is gonna be here…”
“Then be quiet.” He started to thrust inside me, moving both of us together as he slid in and out, taking his time as his large cock explored me from beginning to end. He scooted closer to me, his hips barely pulling his dick out of me at all. He wanted to feel so much of me the whole time.
My fingers found his hair, and I held on as I kissed him, feeling the arousal all over my body. My fingers tingled, my toes curled, my chest heaved…everything felt so good. I could already feel my entire body tighten as I prepared to be swept away.
“Not yet.”
My lips hesitated against his as I whimpered. “Please…”
He moved into me deeper, burying his desire far between my legs. “No.”
My nails dragged down his back, and I bit my bottom lip, doing the best I could to obey.
Minutes later, the doorbell rang, and the front door opened.
I stopped moving, but Hunt didn’t. He kept grinding into me, his gaze never leaving my face.
God, I hoped they couldn’t hear us.
Hunt deepened the angle, rubbing his pelvic bone against my clit. “Now you can come.”
Jackass.
The room service person set up the table in the other room, dishes clanking together and the sound of the water glasses being filled. If we could hear him this easily, then I imagined he could hear us as well.
But I wanted to come.
Hunt plunged himself deeper inside me, his length coated in my cream.
I couldn’t hold on any longer. I wanted to wait until the room service attendant was gone, but Hunt was making that impossible. He fucked me in the perfect position, burying himself at just the right angle to make my pussy betray me.
I came violently, my nails cutting into his back as I bit my bottom lip. I suppressed my voice and locked away my moans like they were hidden away inside a safe. My thighs squeezed around his waist, and I buried my face in his neck. “Fuck…”
He fucked me a little harder, a little deeper.
God, it felt so good.
When the heat was at its peak, I didn’t care about the man in the other room. I just cared about how wonderful Hunt felt inside me, how his big dick was doing such incredible things to me, how this man pleased me in a way no other man had even come close to.
I contained myself the best I could until the passion abated. My nails loosened from his muscles, and I stopped squeezing his hips. The blurriness cleared from my vision, and I looked up into coffee-colored eyes.
The room service guy walked out, and the door shut behind him.
Hunt grinned, but his eyes retained the same fire.
“Asshole…”
“An asshole you love having between your legs.”
There was no denying that. “Yeah…”
“Your tits look amazing today. Might come on them.”
I continued to rock with him, feeling his cock thicken. “Better decide soon…”
He eyed my tits again before he looked me in the eye. “Press your tits together.”
I cupped my tits with my palms, pressing them tightly together with a prominent cleavage line.
“But fuck, I love this pussy.” He flexed his hips and fucked me harder, his fat dick pounding into me.
“She loves you.”
He moaned at my words, and after a few more pumps, he pulled out and squirted on my tits. There were mounds of come, the hot and heavy stickiness coating me. It filled my cleavage, sprinkled my neck, and trailed down my tummy. It was a lot, so much that I wondered how it would have fit inside me if he hadn’t decided to pull out.
He groaned in satisfaction until he was finished, his dick pleased with the results. He stared at his accomplishment, obviously proud of it. “Swallow it.” His cock softened as it lay against my stomach.
I dragged my fingertips acro
ss my chest then dropped them into my mouth, sucking it up.
Hunt didn’t blink. “All of it.”
* * *
We sat together at the breakfast table with our food laid out in front of us. I usually enjoyed my meals while I worked at the same time since I was a slow eater. I grabbed my laptop, but Hunt’s voice interrupted me.
“No computer.”
“I was just going to—”
“You’re on my time now, Tatum.” He stared at me with eyes made of coal. They were dark and dusty, just like his ruthless exterior.
I returned it to the bag and walked back to the table, in his t-shirt even though my skin was still a little sticky. I sat down and faced him, seeing him look back at me, shirtless, beautiful, and terrifying. “Yes, Boss Man.”
He drank his coffee then picked up his silverware. “The only reason why we’re eating in here is because it is easier.” He cut into his food and took a bite of his pancakes. “Damn, I haven’t had pancakes in years.”
“Me neither.” I sipped my orange juice before I took a bite.
We ate together in comfortable silence, Hunt looking just as sexy when he ate as when he did anything else.
My phone rang.
I stood up to grab it.
“No.”
I halted at the table, surprised his control went so far.
“Whatever it is, it can wait.”
“It could be important.”
“Not as important as servicing me.” He nodded to the chair. “Take a seat.”
I lowered myself again, battling the annoyance that rose up my throat. I didn’t like being told what to do, especially when it involved my work. It was probably Thorn calling me on a Saturday morning to talk about our plans for tonight. But apparently, that wasn’t important.
The hotel phone rang.
It was definitely Thorn.
Hunt threw his napkin down and answered it.
“So you can pick up the phone?” I asked like a smartass.
Hunt glared at me as he spoke into the handset. “This is Diesel Hunt.”
It must have been Thorn on the other line because Hunt looked even more annoyed.
“She can’t talk right now.” He listened. “Why? Because I’m fucking her, Thorn. She’ll call you back when I say she can.” He hung up.
Damn.
He walked back to the table, but he didn’t head to his seat. He came to mine instead.
“What?”
“Up.”
“You just told me to—”
“Stand up.”
I rose to my feet, unsure what he was going to do when he looked that angry.
“Bend over.”
Was he going to make good on his word to Thorn and do what he said he was doing? I leaned over the table.
He smacked his large hand hard against my ass, spanking me with momentum.
I lurched forward, losing my breath because I hadn’t been expecting the rough hit.
Hunt walked back to his side of the table like nothing happened. “Don’t talk back to me again, Titan.”
I rubbed my ass, knowing it was already red.
“You may sit now.”
I lowered myself into my chair, in pain but also aroused. I hated the way he controlled me, but I admired him for it at the same time. He did it so effortlessly, so flawlessly. He took charge like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. He punished me for a crime that deserved to be punished.
I liked it.
And I hated it.
5
Hunt
We spent the afternoon in bed, exactly where I planned to spend my day with her. There was talking, sex, more talking, but mostly sex. Her ass cheek was still red from where I’d smacked it, and I liked to stare at it while I pounded into her from behind. I wanted her full of my come, my essence deep within her while she mingled with Chicago’s finest.
When evening arrived, she left the bed, her hair a complete mess. “I need to start getting ready.”
I sat up with my back against the headboard, my body tight from the intense exercise I’d had during the day. My ass was tense from pounding into her for hours. I made her come five times before I finally felt satisfied.
She continued to stare at me like she’d just asked me a question. She was looking for permission without actually asking for it.
“Then get ready.”
She walked into the bathroom, her ass tight and her long legs perfectly sculpted. She had a thigh gap between her legs because even those muscles were tight. For a woman who didn’t step inside a gym, she sure looked fit.
She shut the door and then the water turned on.
At that same moment, the doorbell rang. I didn’t order room service, and I put the Do Not Disturb sign outside so no one would bother us.
So that meant only one person was at the door.
I pulled on my sweatpants but purposely left off my shirt. Tiny marks from Titan’s nails were in my pectorals, and every lean and toned muscle made my physique undeniably perfect. I ran in the morning before work and lifted weights in the evening. Unlike Titan, I looked like this with a lot of effort.
And I wanted that jackass to know it.
I opened the door and came face-to-face with the blue-eyed man Titan had promised herself to. He was my height and of similar build. He was equally handsome but with different features. His jaw wasn’t as hard as mine, and his light-colored eyes gave him a pretty-boy look. I was tall, dark, and terrifying. “Yes?”
Thorn didn’t hide his disdain, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Where is she?”
“In the shower.”
“I need to talk to her.”
“Well, looks like you can wait.”
Thorn took a step inside.
My hand went to the doorframe and kept him out. “You can wait in the hall.”
Now Thorn looked like he wanted to punch me. “I’m not the kind of guy you want to fuck with, Hunt.”
“What a coincidence. Neither am I.”
His powerful arms hung by his sides, but they were about to launch at my face at any moment.
“I’ll tell her to call you when she’s out of the shower.”
“Why don’t I believe that?”
“Hunt.” Titan’s voice came into my ear. She emerged behind me, the authority in her voice returning to normal.
I sighed before I turned to her. “Yes, baby?” I slapped on a smile, pretending everything was just fine.
She pressed her lips together tightly and walked around me. “Please come in, Thorn.”
“I’d be happy to.” Thorn spoke with a clenched jaw as he shut the door harder than necessary. He gave me another fiery look. “Can we talk in private?”
I couldn’t keep them apart forever. Titan had plans this evening, and I couldn’t get in the way of that. She never canceled her engagements unless she absolutely had to. I didn’t have any control over that.
“Give us a minute, Hunt.” Titan gave me her executive look, telling me our arrangement no longer applied.
Just to be an ass, I positioned myself between her and Thorn and kissed her on the mouth. It was a sensual embrace, the kind of kiss we shouldn’t have in front of other people. My arm circled her waist, and I squeezed the ass I’d spanked so hard. “Don’t talk too long.” I released her and walked into the bedroom. The suite had different rooms, so I took my laptop with me and sat at the table. I took care of some emails, checked on my stocks, assets, various companies, and checked in with some of my regional managers around the globe. Work never slept, and now that I was spending so much time with Titan, I had to make up for lost time.
Fifteen minutes later, she came back inside in the same robe she’d been wearing. It was midnight black and made of silk, showing off the nice curves of her body. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, and she still didn’t have her makeup on.
I looked up from my computer, meeting her gaze with my own.
She crossed her arms over her chest and stared down at
me.
I didn’t ask what Thorn wanted because it was none of my business—as much as I wished it were. “Yes, baby?”
“Why do you call me that?”
“Baby?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
I gave her a malicious grin. “Because I own you, Titan. I can call you whatever the hell I want.”
She couldn’t stop the irritated look from filling her face. She wore a mask for the world to see, constantly appearing pragmatic and indifferent, but now I knew every little expression she made because I’d seen them all. I knew what was really going on in that big brain of hers. “You’re only making Thorn dislike you even more.”
“Am I supposed to care?” I didn’t give a shit what that asshole thought. He could hate me all he wanted, but it didn’t change anything. I was fucking Titan good and hard all night because she was mine. He wasn’t going to own her anytime soon.
“I guess not.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “But he is my closest friend. I would hope you’d make an effort to get along with him.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because we’re business partners, and once he’s my husband, you’ll be seeing a lot of him.”
“I don’t care if you’re married. I do business with you—not him.”
“Why do you hate him so much? He’s smart, charming, and understanding. The only way someone could dislike Thorn is if they refused to let themselves like him.”
“You’re right. I refuse to let myself like him.”
“You could at least respect him—for me.”
“I don’t owe him anything. And since I’m in charge, I don’t owe you anything either. I wanted to tell my friends that I was seeing you, but you refused to let me share that information with anyone. So, no, don’t expect me to bend over backward for the people you care about.”
When she didn’t say anything else, I knew I had her backed into a corner.
I turned back to my computer. “You should get ready. I’m gonna fuck your mouth before you leave.”
She cocked an eyebrow.
“That way, if Thorn kisses you—he’ll be kissing me.”
* * *
She walked in the door after two a.m., still looking gorgeous with the diamond earrings hanging from her lobes. Her eyelashes were thick and dark, highlighting the natural emerald color of her eyes. She wore more makeup than usual, but everything contoured her features even more, making the shape of her face more prominent along with the rest of her pretty attributes.
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