Satisfied 2X

He ran a palm over the center of her heat, groaning when he felt the wet silkiness of her panties. He tucked a finger under the edge and massaged, nudging her clit until it was hard and peaked.

“Oh, Hunt.” She ran her fingers through his hair.

Her sundress splayed around her as he

lowered his face between her legs. She was sexy and ripe for him. He pushed her leg up, sliding her panties out of the way as his tongue lapped at her folds.

She writhed on the bench. He swirled his tongue before dipping it inside her pussy. It was his slice of heaven. He fucking loved sucking her clit and pussy. She was so ready for it. Hot and eager. Her hips grinding with hunger for it. He pulsed his tongue inside her as she began to lose control.

He watched as she ran her hands over her breasts. She was slowly losing control. So was he. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. They were surrounded by some of the most amazing art in the world and the most stunning work was in his arms.

“Oh Hunt, I want you. Please.” She lifted her head, locking her sultry gaze on him.

Hunter rose, shedding his pants. He shoved the boxer briefs to the museum floor as he stepped toward her. She opened her legs wide, inviting him in.

His bulging cock nestled at her entrance. He loved her pussy. For a second he waited, knowing the next sensation that would hit him would send him to heaven.

“Fuck,” he growled, sinking himself inside her. Sliding deep and slow, filling her with everything he had.

He began to pump in and out as she panted and rocked into him.

She trembled with sudden bursts as she began to come apart in his arms. It only made him want to bury himself in her deeper. He grunted as he fucked her as if these were his last breaths. His last seconds on Earth. He shot his release in her walls, coating her with his essence.

“Oh, Hunter.” She arched off the bench, absorbing everything he gave her.

“Fuck, Alison.” He pumped inside her until he had no energy. Until he collapsed on her chest.

“Oh my God. We just had sex in front of one of the most famous paintings in the world,” she gasped.

“Yes, we did. Want to try another?” He tried to catch his breath.

She giggled. “Do we have any lines we don’t cross?”

He leaned forward and kissed her. “I’ll cross any line you ask me to cross.”

He sat back, and helped her to an upright position.

“Hunter, can I ask you something seriously?” She looked up at him.

“What is it?” He retrieved his pants from the floor. He felt as if he had taken a five-hour nap. He was completely sated and relaxed.

“We’re going back to Chicago in a couple of hours. Then what?”

He fastened his belt. “What do you mean?”

“I finished the project for Soar. I fulfilled Vegas. What happens when we get back?”

He wasn’t the one who usually had the serious conversations. He left the heavy shit to Drew. He was better at it anyway. It was one reason they worked so well together as a team.

“I hope you’re asking me if you can move into the bedroom between Drew’s and mine.”

She smiled shyly. “Can I?”

“I don’t want you to move out, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I don’t want to either. I never want to go back to the Rossi compound. But I can stand on my own. I need you and Drew to know that.”

“Hey.” He wrapped a hand around her waist. “We know exactly how strong you are. We want you to live with us. To work with us. I think you should head Soar from now on.”