More, Please (Please Series Book 3) (3 page)

Hunter looked at me for a while longer, but didn’t share his thoughts. Instead, with a pensive expression, he turned his attention to his food. I noticed his movements slowed, though. He looked away to his left. He was tasting. Exploring the flavors.

I bit my lip to hide the delighted grin and tried to ignore the deep, warm feeling that grew stronger the longer I spent with him. My regard for him was flowering into something powerful. Something intense and profound.

I let out a big exhale.
Dangerous waters, Olivia.

I took a sip of the wine to distract myself from a feeling that was quickly taking over me.

And moaned.

Hunter’s eyes found me again.

“Sorry.” I stared into the depths of that burgundy liquid. “But you also get some great wine all the time, whereas I get two-buck Chuck. Wowza. Good stuff.”

“You’re trying to rub it in my face now.” His lips turned into a smile. He shook his head, glancing at the wine before going back to his dinner.

“Well, well. What have we here?”

I froze mid-chew.

Blaire stood in the doorway to the kitchen, glaring down at me like I was a filthy rat.

Hunter’s gaze hardened. “Can I do something for you, Blaire?”

All hip and breast, the beautiful woman sauntered into the room with her arms folded. She glanced at my plate before homing back in on my face. “Didn’t think to invite me to dinner, hmm?”

“We never eat together, Blaire. You’re usually otherwise engaged.” Hunter turned back to his plate.

“Yes, usually I am. Because
usually
you don’t have time for anyone else. You work, you eat, you work out, you shower, you go to bed. So who is this Hunter Rochester Carlisle who brings home a
secretary,
I wonder…” Blaire leaned against the island, her face screwed up in scorn and hatred as she stared at me. “I warned you.”

My throat tightened. I couldn’t tell if she was talking to Hunter, or to me. She’d warned us both, sure, but I was the only one who might die from it.

“Blaire, as you know, the rest of this dish is in the refrigerator,” Hunter said with a patient voice. “Mrs. Foster is always happy to make you a plate.”

“Your hired help hates me, Hunter. They judge me, but for some reason, don’t judge you. Now, why is that, do you think? You hire women to fuck you. You pay them to be your sex slaves. Yet
I
am the one being judged. Seems highly unfair.”

Hunter put down his fork and turned in his chair to face her. Fire burned in his eyes. “We’re trying to enjoy our meal. If your sole purpose is to cause problems, please see yourself out.”

A flash of pain rolled across her face before rage covered it up. Her eyes burned just as brightly as his, but with a maniacal light. “I didn’t invite anyone over tonight. I thought maybe we could be alone. But I see that you’d rather fuck the hired help.” She pushed off from the island. “I tried to be nice, Hunter. I really did try. But now I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

She sauntered over and stopped right next to Hunter, staring down at him with hate sparkling in her eyes. “I don’t like people making a fool of me, Hunter. It really doesn’t sit well.”

“I am not responsible for that.”

She scoffed. “Aren’t you?” Her gaze flicked to me before she slowly walked out.

When she was gone, Hunter turned back to his plate and stared at his food for a moment, his fists clenched and his lips thinned. He took a deep breath and picked up his fork. “I apologize for that.”

“Should I go?” I asked.

His deep brown gaze hit mine, anger mixed with uncertainty. “No. You’ll stay here tonight. I need to…take steps, however. I don’t want you subjected to that every night.”

Shivers covered my body upon hearing him speak like we’d be spending nights together in the future. Lots of nights. Maybe every night.

I smiled, and probably blushed, as my face felt suddenly hot. He must’ve seen it, because his eyes softened immediately. His gaze dipped to my lips again. “Finish up. I have to work out, but then I’d like as much time as possible kissing you.”

A
n hour
later I stared down at the clothes I’d brought for bed as Hunter used his workout room. I probably should’ve been in there with him, working off the brick of food I’d just eaten, but sometimes feeling guilty was much better than lifting weights.

I stared down at the shiny material of the slinky lingerie I’d brought. Then switched my gaze to the homely pajamas that I knew, especially in this mood, would drive him crazy. He’d set the mood when, after dinner, he came up behind me as I was rinsing my plate. He’d slipped his arms around my waist. He’d kissed my neck softly, stilling my movements. Without a word, he moved me to the side and took the plate from my hand. “Enjoy the rest of your wine. I’ll clean up.”

I smiled, thinking about it. He’d turned all domestic on me, so soft and subtle compared to the Hunter at work, but with the same current of power and command. There were very few men who could do both, but he was one of them.

Heat sparked in my groin as I let my fingers trail over the silky material on the right.

I’d feel sexier in that, with the garter and maybe even heels.

I glanced at the cotton pajamas again.

But he’d feel more comfortable, and maybe more open, if I wore frumpy pajamas.

I bit my lip, bracing my hand on my hip in indecision.

That was when I noticed the folded pile of clothes on the chair near the fireplace. His T-shirt and some light sweats—the very ones I hadn’t put on that morning in case he got weirded out.

A smile graced my lips as I packed away what I’d brought. His clothes were the best of both worlds. I’d feel sexy for reasons it was hard to explain, and he’d get the domestic vibe he loved. Win-win.

I took off my clothes,
all
of my clothes, and stepped into his sweats. As expected, they fell down to the middle of my bare butt. I threw on his shirt, letting it drape over my body.

I looked like a woman in a Hunter sack.

I hoisted up the sweats and looked around for a way I could keep them up. A belt would look weird, especially since there were no belt loops, and using a safety pin would make getting out of them awkward.

With a frown, I looked around the room for divine inspiration. That was when I noticed the draft. There was a door open.

I’d closed the doors so I could get dressed.

I glanced up, half terrified I’d see Blaire running at me with a chainsaw and a hockey mask.

Hunter stood in a tank top, glistening and beautiful, his muscles on display with a sheen of manly sweat. A drop of liquid ran down his cheek and into his five o’clock shadow, rugged and gorgeous. His sweats clung in the right ways, hugging his muscular thighs and cupping his large manhood, currently starting to tent his pants.

He wiped a thumb across his lips as his eyes drifted down my body. “Come into the bathroom.”

The command in his voice sent shocks into me. I didn’t even remember to add the “please.” I was moving before I could process the words properly.

H
unter turned
and shut his bedroom door before following me across the room. He threw a T-shirt in the hamper as he entered the bathroom behind me. As I turned to face him, I felt his strong hands on my hips.

He pushed me against the wall. His lips claimed mine, needy and eager, rough and commanding. He pushed down my sweats and ran his hands up the sides of my thighs.

I reached out for his shoulders, but he caught my wrists and pushed my hands up and out to the sides, bracing them against the wall. He was taking charge. This wasn’t a time for sexual equality, it was a time for me to pleasure, or be pleasured, as he saw fit.

My chest tightened with excitement.

His tongue entered my mouth as he captured both my wrists in one of his large hands. I moaned as his hand slipped up my shirt and pinched a nipple. Shooting pulses of both pleasure and desire fired through me, pooling in my core.

He stepped back, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and ripped it over my head. He tossed it to the ground before letting his gaze travel my body once again. Taking another step back, he eyed me like a predator might. He pushed down his sweats and boxers. His large erection bobbed out, ready and eager.

“Turn on the shower to whatever temperature you want,” he commanded.

Swallowing a lump of seedy desire, I opened the glass door to a large, square shower. I turned the knobs until I had the right temperature, only to step out and notice he was reentering the bathroom. The clothes were still on the ground, and he wasn’t carrying anything, so I had no idea what he’d been doing, but the look of hot lust in his eyes left me with no time to dwell on it.

“Get in,” he said in a firm voice, moving with that muscular gracefulness that had all the spit drying in my mouth.

I stepped into the warm spray, letting it coat my head and wet my hair. He stepped in after me, and despite there being plenty of room, he pushed me against the tile wall before reaching up to adjust the showerhead. The spray hit our bodies as he leaned down to my lips.

I chanced my hands on his shoulders. When he didn’t push them away, I let my touch run along his collarbone and up to his neck before grabbing the back of his head. An urgency came over me that wasn’t expected. I needed him, right then.

I pulled on the back of his neck, making the kiss harder. He growled into my mouth, lifting my knee high. His body dipped right before his hard length seared into me.

“Oh,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering.

His lips met mine again, sensual and passionate. He thrust into me, filling me up and hitting all the right spots. I moaned into his mouth as he thrust again, the tempo speeding up quickly. The warm water beat down on us as he rocked deeper into my body. It felt
so
good.

“Oh God,” I said, everything tightening in my body to exquisite pain. “Oh—”

He pounded into me, holding my knee on his hip. Tingles turned into crashing waves of pleasure right before eruption!

“OH—!” An orgasm ripped through me, stealing my breath away.

“Hmm,” he groaned, shaking against me in a climax of his own.

He slowed as the last waves of delight flowed through me. His kiss became lighter, but no less sensual. His head backed up, his deep brown eyes delving into mine. Something sparkled in their depths I couldn’t make out. Without a word, he took a step back and ran his fingers through his wet hair and then down his face.

I shook out my arms. I felt all loose and tingly. Little bursts of pleasure still sparked through me.

I stepped away from the wall. And then my knees gave out. “Oh crap.”

Hunter caught me against his perfect body. I clutched his shoulders.

“You okay?” he asked softly, running his lips across mine.

“Yeah. Sorry. You took all the strength out of me.”

He smiled as I straightened up. After watching me for a moment, probably to make sure I didn’t swan-dive into the glass door of the shower, he grabbed a purple bath pouf and a bottle of Chanel body wash from the shower caddy.

“I’m not sure which is more ridiculous.” I adjusted the temperature to a smidgen cooler. “A seriously muscular man using a girly purple pouf, or that he uses designer body wash. I mean, why not go for Dove? Save some money and match the pouf.”

“This is for men.” He held the body wash out for my inspection.

“And the pouf?”

“Mrs. Foster takes care of the shopping. Usually the pouf color is a secret.”

“So, you’re saying I’ve got the goods on you? Hmm.” I tapped my chin. “How will I use such scandalous information…?”

He laughed, something I’d rarely heard him do, as he lathered up the pouf and moved my body into the spray. “Sorry, I should’ve told you to get your toiletries.”

“I don’t mind smelling like you,” I muttered, a little embarrassed to make the admission.

The pouf slid over my body gently, followed by his hand. When I was lathered up, he washed the pouf and put it back. He then let his palms roam over me, kneading my breasts before massaging my back. His hand worked down and cupped a butt cheek before sliding to the other. His fingers ran down before rubbing between my legs, cleaning up the slickness from our lovemaking.

“You’ve got me hard again,” he said, letting his lips drift down my neck. As evidence, his length slid between my cheeks and against my slit. “Let’s lie down this time. I don’t want you falling and getting concussed. Let me just clean up really quick.”

With economic movements, he soaped himself before rinsing. I watched his hands drift over his mouthwatering body. White suds washed down his bumpy stomach, so deliciously cut. The muscles on his back and arms flexed and moved as he washed his hair.

He turned off the water and gently steered me out of the shower, placing me on a towel laid on the floor. With another towel, he dried me slowly before wiping himself down.

I grabbed the decorative green towel from the rack, and then paused. “I can use this, right?”

His brow furrowed. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t know. Some people like certain towels to be for decoration only.”

“Go ahead.”

He finished drying himself and walked out of the bathroom, tossing his towel into the hamper as he passed. I wrapped up my hair in a towel turban before following.

The lights had been turned off in the room. Five candles flickered romantically, placed around the room to spread out the soft glow. He’d even turned the bed down, folding back the comforter so as to make it more inviting.

“Since when does a mogul billionaire get all romantic?” I asked with a delighted smile.

“Since he met someone worth putting in the extra effort.” Hunter led me to the bed. He kissed me softly. “But, I have to admit, I was in a different mood when I set this up.”

I frowned at him and looked around. “What do you mean?”

Hunter stared at me for a moment before shaking his head. “I’ll show you another time.” He kissed me softly, backing me up to the edge of the bed. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck as his lips met mine. He leaned forward, making me lean back until I was scooting across the mattress. I laid my head on the pillow, our lips still connected.

“I just want it soft and sensual right now,” he murmured against my lips. “I want more of those desperate whimpers.”

His tip rubbed against me slowly before easing past my nether lips, taking the breath from my body. Sighing, I let my head fall to the side, focusing on the feel of him inside of me. Before I looked back at his handsome face, though, I noticed a black strip of fabric lying on the nightstand. Next to it lay a pair of handcuffs.

As my gaze went back to Hunter’s eyes, darkened with desire, I remembered his commanding tone earlier. His dominating presence.

Heat ripped through me.

With him, it wasn’t a question of if I’d let him, it was when he felt like it. I trusted him implicitly.

He must’ve read that thought in my eyes, because a slow smile curved his shapely lips. “Another time.”

I noticed it then. The seriousness in his gaze as he moved within me. The tone to his passion. His eyes were so soft. So deep. Emotion rode his movements. He’d welcomed me into his home, he’d shared his past, and now he was connecting with me in an extremely intimate way.

I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the heat. Feeling the intense emotion. My body ramped up, hard and fast, needing him. Craving his touch.

“Hunter…” I kissed him harder, the pleasure mounting. It burned through me. “
Oh!
”
An orgasm dragged me under, drowning me in bliss.

“Oh G—” I squeezed my eyes shut as waves of ecstasy rolled through me. His body shuddered.

As the shock waves subsided, leaving me in a pleasant glow, he shifted to the side and then curled around my body protectively. His hot lips kissed my neck softly. I fell into the moment, feeling the warmth swelling. Knowing what it meant.

I sighed and snuggled deeper into him. “Beds are good.”

Hunter squeezed me just a bit. “Well said.”

I chuckled. “I think Blaire is probably going to kill me. Seriously. She’s crazy. What were you thinking?”

“She can’t hurt you. She’s just a spoiled child that only got attention from a nanny growing up. Like me.”

“You seem…a lot better adjusted.”

“I’m not, Olivia,” he whispered. “I function, and I earn my way, but how many men do you know who employ women in place of a relationship? I’m not as spoiled, or as violent, as Blaire, but I’m just as delusional about what I can have in life. And so far, like her, I’ve had everything I’ve wanted.”

“To a degree,” I said.

His silence hinted that he wasn’t sure what I was talking about, or that maybe he didn’t agree. “You still have your dad in your life, and we both know
that’s
no fun. You lose battles with the board a third of the time. And you couldn’t outfit your plane with that hideous red carpeting you were after. So no, not everything.”

He nuzzled my neck, making warm fizzles crawl up my middle. His arms tightened around me. “And soon, when you realize what a shallow bastard I really am, I’ll lose you.”

His tone was light, almost playful, but I heard the edge in it. The insecurity.

“As soon as you realize what a psycho I am,” I replied, “you’re out the door.”

He squeezed me again. “Not likely.”

I snuggled back into him with a smile. “You’re not a shallow bastard, Hunter. You’re a rude one. Someday you will say
please
all the time. I have faith.”

“Again, not likely.”

“Challenge accepted.”