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The Hunter(18)





“Arghhh,” I gasped and began to rock my hips but the fingers of his other hand dug into my hip, stilling me instantly. I felt him slide another finger inside me and he began to move them around in tantalizingly slow circles. The feeling was exquisite and suddenly I felt the pressure building rapidly inside me. Don’t fight it, come on baby,” he ordered as his tongue traced the shell of my ear. My orgasm was so unexpectedly fast that it shook my body to the core as I came around those skilled fingers. I moaned loudly as I sank back against him, my eyes screwed shut as I absorbed the final aftershocks that wracked my body.



I turned and prepared to look into those blue eyes before I claimed his mouth with my own. I turned and my face sank into my pillow. The stark realization that I was alone, in my bed, was startling. What the hell? That was one realistic dream. I turned to look at the alarm clock and felt the telltale wetness between my legs. Oh my god. I have just come in my sleep! Damn that man!





Chapter 4



I was kept very busy over the next few weeks, overseeing my design plans for Norman & Wilde. I was delighted with the results - the two rooms looked even better than I had hoped. I had waited until it was almost the end of the day so that I could take photographs of them for my portfolio when the staff left for the day.



I exited the elevator on the 15 floor and looked around the reception lobby. The highly polished white crystal quartz floor tiles looked amazing. The deep walnut reception desk contrasted starkly with the floor - an effect that had been specifically requested by Mr Wilde.



I chatted with the bubbly receptionist before settling down on one of the chestnut brown Italian leather sofas to admire the view afforded by the new, floor to ceiling window. I was stood staring intently out of the window, looking at the city that was now my home, when the receptionist called to say that she was leaving. She also in formed me that the meeting in the conference room was running over. When she departed with a smile and a cheery wave, I set about photographing the area. I was no photographer but Angel had assured me that her digital camera was all set up and that I just needed to point and shoot.



I took my time, trying to take several shots of each part of the room from different angles. I had just slipped off my heels and stepped up on to one of the sofa in an attempt to gain a different perspective of the huge reception desk, when I heard the door to the conference room open, followed by Mr Wilde‘s voice. I looked down quickly, wondering whether to scramble off the sofa when I heard him say my name. I froze when I heard a deep voice say simply, “We’ve met.” I felt the camera fall from my hand and heard it land safely on the sofa below.



I was saved from further embarrassment by Mr Wilde’s phone ringing. He apologized before saying that he must take the call in his office. He strode off calling over his shoulder “Goodbye, Mr Hunter.”



My brain pounced on those words. Oh my god! He is Lucas Hunter! I felt my heart pounding and willed myself to take a deep breath. Why did I act like this in his presence? Nobody had ever had this effect on me. I was often the one to have this effect on men, for god’s sake.



A movement caught my downcast eyes and, as they refocused, I realized that he was holding out his hand, presumably to help me down from the sofa. “I can manage,” I croaked but then found to my horror, that my hand betrayed me and was clasping his. What the … As I stepped down, my knees betrayed me too and I sprawled forward into a hard, muscular chest. I knew it! I knew that his body would be perfection too! My face was resting on his chest, as was my left hand. In fact, most of my body was firmly pressed against his. My right hand was still clasping his left hand. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest but I could hear … Oh my god! I could hear his heart hammering in his chest too!



The realization that I might be affecting him as much as he was affecting me was a catalyst for the rest of my body. I felt my nipples stiffen against his toned abdominals and I heard a small gasp escape him, I felt heat pooling between my thighs and my lips parted involuntarily. His gasp galvanized my body into action. I slowly slid my left hand up and over his well defined pectoral and over his black shirt collar to his neck. I heard his breath hiss between closed teeth and felt a further response press into my hip. Well at least I now knew that that part of his anatomy was as impressive as the rest. I caressed his neck with my fingertips and raised my head to look at him.



His eyes were screwed shut and his face was slightly contorted, as if he was in pain. I jolted at the sight and his eyes flew open. The midnight blue quickly darkened as his gaze hardened and he looked furious for a second. Then miraculously, his face quickly smoothed out to an impassioned expression. He quickly released his grip on my hand and stepped back. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, and then turned on his heel and left.