large man that had spent most of the night finding new and interesting ways to make her scream his name refused to get up.
“You’re late for the morning meeting,” she pointed out, just barely biting back a smile when Hunter raised the pillow so that he could glare at her.
Deciding that it would probably be for the best if she started the meeting without him, she headed towards the bathroom with a smile playing on her lips as she thought about last night. It had been…
Earth shattering.
There really was no other way to describe it. He’d kept her screaming all night, showing her things that she’d never thought possible and erasing every last memory of David. He’d been patient, gentle, and very thorough, making sure that she enjoyed every minute of what they did. He also hadn’t snapped at her, thrown a tantrum when she wanted to try something or belittled her.
He’d let her take the lead, letting her do all the things that she’d wanted to try and never once pushing her for more. By the time they’d passed out from exhaustion, she’d been completely satisfied, barely able to move, and wondering when they could do it again. Probably not for a while, she thought unable to help but smile as she thought about the man passed out in the other room as she finished brushing her teeth.
She should probably take pity on him and let him rest, Kylie decided as she climbed into the shower and-
Watched as the man in question stumbled into the bathroom. She absently reached back and turned on the shower as she watched Hunter, taking in every inch of him from his messy hair all the way down to the large appendage hanging between his legs and couldn’t help but regret her decision to let him rest. With a heartfelt sigh, she turned around and focused on taking a shower.
When she heard him grumble a moment later, she looked over to find him using her toothbrush as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Maybe she should have let him sleep after he did that thing with his tongue?
Probably, she thought as she watched him struggle to put the toothbrush back, glare, stumble back towards the door where he paused, turned around, stumbled back into the bathroom and into the shower where he grumbled something as he gestured for her to turn around and face the wall.
Frowning, she turned around and-
“You’re late,” Hunter mumbled around a yawn as he wrapped his arms around her.
She opened her mouth to point out that she’d actually been the first one up only to end up slapping her hands against the wall when he did that thing that she really liked with his fingers.
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God, she was fucking killing him, Hunter thought as Kylie, who was curled up by his side, released another dreamy sigh as she absently traced her fingertips over his stomach while he laid there, struggling not to think about how good her hand had felt wrapped around him this morning.
Just when he was able to focus on the historical documentary that they were watching, she absently ran her fingers along the waistband of his boxers before moving back to trace circles on his stomach.
Fucking. Killing. Him.
With every teasing touch of her fingers against his skin, his cock hardened, demanding her attention only to be ignored. He wondered if she had any idea what she was doing to him only to realize that she definitely fucking knew when he felt her smile against his chest.
“Are you going to keep teasing me?” he asked, pressing his lips against the top of her head as his hand slid from her hip to her bottom.
“Maybe,” Kylie said in a teasing tone as she continued running her hand over him.
“You’re evil,” Hunter said with a mock glare when she tilted her head back so that she could look at him as she ran her fingertips along his waistband again, this time her hand brushed against the tip of his cock where it pressed against his boxers, ripping a groan from him.
So, she did it again.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, blinking innocently up at him and if it hadn’t been for the cutest fucking devious smile that he’d ever seen, he would have believed her.
With a soft sigh, Kylie returned her attention back to the documentary, shifted to get more comfortable and-
Had him licking his lips on a groan when she ran one fingertip over the underside