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He kisses the side of my face. I can’t move, feeling his fingers dip under my hoodie and brush the skin on my belly, making me shiver. “The things I want to do to you,” he whispers in my ear.

“Then do them,” I nearly whine. I am not above begging at this point.

Hunter laughs, and the deep sound feels like a velvet glove caressing my spine.

My cock jerks as those fingers tease and play, brushing my belly button and tracing circles in the happy trail just above where I need him.

My cock is straining, begging for literally anything at this point. “Please.”

“You’re so beautiful.” Hunter kisses my forehead, and okay, this man needs to stop teasing me. My hips roll but all he does is chuckle like there’s something so fucking amusing about the desperation I feel for him. “You want me to touch you?”

“Jesus, please.” Panting, I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but I always like to think of myself as easygoing and agreeable.

Running the length of my abs, his hand travels over my stomach and up to tweak a nipple.

Hunter leans down, capturing my lips while he teases me, and I whimper into his mouth.

Finally, his hand slides down, and he dips his thumb into the band of my sweatpants, caressing my sensitive skin. “This okay?” I pull back, nodding fast. I want Hunter bent over his car, moaning my name, but I don’t give a fuck right now. I just need something.

With a gentle touch he slides inside my sweats. That’s one thing I’ve noticed about him . . . Hunter treats me like I’m going to break, and I have to admit, I fucking like it.

A lot.

Our eyes connect as he slides his hand under my boxers and down my shaft, cupping my balls before sliding back up my erection. “Oh, fuck.” Hunter’s fingers circle my head before pulling away. I nearly scream in protest until I see him put those fingers into his mouth with a moan.

“So much precum.” His hand slips back inside my pants, wrapping around my aching dick.

“You taste good.” Those fingers swipe my tip again, gathering more precum, and he begins to jerk me, the rough feeling of his palm incredible.

“So wet already.” I want his mouth on me, but I’m hesitant about doing something like that out here.

Instead, I relax back while Hunter’s fingers work magic between my legs.

“Holy shit.” A nearly dry hand job has never felt so good.

Jerking off does not feel this good. I stop functioning as he picks up speed.

I close my eyes as he presses kisses along my jaw, sucking the skin on my throat and making me see stars.

Hunter whispers a lethal mixture of sweet and dirty things into my ear.

His deep voice is doing more than most men’s mouths.

Pumping me slowly, his strokes grow smoother with the precum leaking from my cock.

I make more room for him, spreading my legs and melting against the blanket. Blindly, I reached for him. I want to touch him too. “Focus on you,” Hunter purrs in my ear.

“Holy shit.” He dips his thumb into my slit, and my back bows as he circles my sensitive head.

I stop functioning altogether as his hand picks up speed, and I roll my hips, fucking into the tunnel of his hand.

Heat pools in my belly. My legs tremble.

I probably look like a mess, but I don’t fucking care. It feels so good. “Close, baby?”

I just nod. I can’t form words or even a solid thought.

All I can focus on is his hand on me, his heat above me, and his scent all around me.

He flicks his wrist on the upstroke, and I moan.

I don’t care how loud I am. All I care about is the oncoming pleasure lighting up every nerve inside me. “I’m coming.”

I cry out, and Hunter pumps me fast and dirty as I fall apart.

Letting me ride out my high, he strokes me gently, waiting for me to find ground again.

I open my eyes to look up at the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.

I don’t think, I just pull him down for a filthy kiss. I don’t want to ever stop kissing him.

Finally, his fingers slip from my sweats.

I’m not sure how to feel. It was just a fucking hand job, but I’ve never experienced anything so intimate in my life.

“Don’t move.” He gets up, and the sticky mess in my sweats becomes very noticeable.

I’ll need a shower once I get home. Hunter comes back to me with a wet wipe, handing it to me. “It’s all I’ve got. Sorry.”

I stand, thanking him, and Hunter subtly turns, folding the blanket and letting me handle my business.

I want to get my hands on him! “Don’t you want me to do you?

” I’ll more than happily pull his pants down and suck him off.

I’ve just come, but I’m still so amped up.

Instead of dropping his pants, he laughs.

Okay then. “That’s okay, I’m good.”

“I don’t mind. Believe me, I really don’t mind.”

“You’ve never had someone just take care of you, huh?

” The look on my face must answer him loud and clear.

Hookups are a mutual exchange. It hits me then, I don’t know why.

This isn’t just a hookup. Hunter isn’t a hookup.

This is . . . real. “Relax, Mark. That was more than enough. I’m okay.

” Holding the blanket, he steps close to me, looking up.

While he is shorter than me by a few inches, he feels larger than life.

“I had a great time tonight. I needed this.”

While he may be fine, I sure as hell am not. I just want my hands on him. Leaning in for another kiss, he cups the back of my neck, kissing me hard before breaking it off. “I had fun.” I grin.

It hits me now. I don’t know why.

This is serious.

Or at least, it’s getting there.

I have about five weeks left, and I’m no closer to figuring shit out. I’m getting closer and closer to my deadline. The problem is, if I want to catch Derrick slipping up, I’ll have to be around Derrick. Now adding Sawyer into the mix just confuses me more.

I don’t want to keep this going, but I have to. I have to figure out exactly what happened that night. This is more than a fling, more than stupid blackmail or a fake relationship. Hunter leans up, pressing one more kiss to my lips before we head back to the city.

Back to reality.

I have a choice: to figure this out, end this cycle I’ve found myself in with Derrick and catch him slipping up . . .

Or possibly ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to me.