More, Please(54)

“Take me,” I urged. “Take me, Hunter.”

His arms scooped under me. He lifted, picking me up before stepping out of his pants. I continued to rock, kissing him, as he walked us over to the couch. He dropped down, laying us down awkwardly. My leg was trapped by our bodies and my neck was bent awkwardly. He didn’t stop, though. Still thrusting, harder, he pounded into my body, as desperate as I was.

“Floor,” I directed.

He rolled, taking me with him. He crashed to the ground, me on top of him. I pushed off his chest, riding him. I rocked my hips forward, feeling the delicious friction.

“Yes, Livy,” he said, his hands finding my hips. He lifted and then pulled back down, adding more force.

“Holy—” I bounced again, jarred with unspeakable pleasure. Over and over. Harder. “I’m getting close.”

He sat up, wrapping his strong arms around me again. “I love you.”

“I love you, Hunter.” I rubbed my taut nipples against his hard chest. His length worked in and out of me, winding me tighter. Driving me crazy.

“Oh yes. Oh God. Oh yes!” I squeezed my eyes shut, holding on for dear life.

We pushed through a plateau into unbearable pleasure. Our movements became smaller. Tighter. His muscles flexed against me. I bit into his shoulder, unable to push on but desperate to all the same.

“Come with me, baby,” he commanded.

I exploded. Fractured. Color blossomed between my eyes. Ecstasy washed over me as he shook. Panting, I vibrated in the shock waves of one hell of an orgasm.

“Wow,” I said quietly, losing all the strength in my body. I melted around him, laying my head on his shoulder.

“I hope you are pregnant, Olivia. I haven’t been with you that long, I know, but it doesn’t matter. I knew when I first met you, and despite trying to push you away, you just kept getting closer. This feeling I have for you will never go away, I’m certain. I just want to add to it.”

“I know, Hunter.” I kissed his neck. “Eventually we will.”

“Maybe soon.”

“Maybe.”





Chapter Fifteen





Two weeks later, my life hadn’t changed much. I was still trying to use protection, and I failed most of the time. After a while, I wondered what the point was. If it was going to happen, it was. If not, that was probably good until I had known the guy for more than a couple months.

I needed to stop thinking about time frames. It made the situation sound totally crazy.

“Thanks, Bert,” I said as he dropped me in front of my flat. I flicked my phone screen, checking the most recent updates to the game.

“I thought you were done with that game, Livy?” Bert said, waiting for me to get out of the car.

“I was supposed to be, but Bruce found something else. It’s as if he isn’t stacked with work in this takeover. I’m stacked with work.”

“I don’t know how you do it.”

“I don’t either. Okay.” I pushed the door open and swung a leg out. Once out, I closed the door. “Bye.”

I probably should’ve said the farewell before closing the door. Oh well.

Head still bowed over the game, I made it to my front door and reached into my handbag for keys. On autopilot, I let myself in and trudged up the stairs. At the next door, I did the same, only blinking out of my fog when the door lock didn’t clunk over.

I pushed the door open and peeked in. “Hello?”

I stepped in and stared. Then blinked as I felt heat prickle the back of my eyes.

Pink scrawl ran up my wall. “Fuck you bitch!” Down the hall had more scrawl, graphic pictures, and other horrible things marring the beige. At my feet lay debris: glass, bits of wood, and pieces of what had once been a little ceramic elephant. Pictures had been torn from their frames and thrown about. Pots and pans littered the kitchen floor along with more broken glass.

“Livy.”

I looked down the hall in a daze. Hunter was emerging from the bedroom with a stern look on his face. He’d left the office early, saying he had to run an errand. Janelle or Mrs. Foster must’ve called him.

“What happened?” I asked in a wispy voice, tears coming to my eyes.

“We’ve had a break-in. The police are on their way.” He put his arms around me and hugged me to him. “It was Blaire, though I’m sure you guessed. I checked the surveillance.”

I shook my head before resting my cheek against his chest. “Surveillance?”

He kissed the top of my head before leading me to the living room. Once there, he cleaned off a spot on the couch and sat me down. Beside me was a large slash, revealing the cushion. The TV had a spider web of broken glass marring the face. The coffee tables, drapes—everything was ruined. She’d gotten to literally everything in the room and destroyed it.