Page 39 of Double Obsession

As her finger traced soothing shapes on his shoulder, she softly said, “I’m not sure that I have any exhibitionism in me.”

“I know, beautiful,” he said. “I know.”

He was so damn glad to have this humble, shy woman with her insatiable appetite and passionate imagination that he planned to keep her all to himself for a very long time.

Chapter Seventeen

Hunter’s muscular forearm cradled her head, and his soft snores comforted Jenna when she awoke later that morning with a satiated body and a full heart. She snuggled against his warm torso, taking it all in. The previous day rivaled becoming a mother in its joy and scope, while majorly surpassing birthing children in the physical pleasure department.

Coffee, omelets, toast, fruit, and conversation with the grinning man sitting across from her in the hotel dining room caused champagne-like bubbles to course through her. His zest for life was contagious, and he made her feel like she was twenty again.

“You know, I mostly date models and influencers and occasionally pick up a girl from the clubs,” he confessed. His hand on hers kept her from pouting in jealousy. “Most of them are pretty damn dumb.”

She swallowed a piece of cantaloupe. “Hey, at least you date.”

Coffee flew from his mouth when he chortled, and she giggled until she snorted. In retrospect, neither of them had said anything hysterical, so perhaps happy sex chemicals still coursed through them.

They spent a cozy afternoon in the hotel room. She used his cell phone to take photos as he busted out sexy poses on their rumpled sheets.

“I’m getting bolder.” He positioned the sheet to show the base of his cock and a triangle of pubic hair.

A dribble of drool dripped down her chin as she clicked.

“But you’re braver than me,” he said. “I once read that writing a book is like getting naked for the world.”

Hunter seemed so comfortable strutting around, showing off his physique, that his hesitancy floored her. And she’d never considered herself brave, so his compliment filled her with pride.

He removed the blanket and cradled his cock. She ogled him before holding the phone to her eye.

“I probably won’t use these right away, but I’ll have them for the future.” He grinned. “Plus, I can send them to you so you don’t forget about me.”

She’d never forget him, andshe wanted the photos to be hers, and only hers. However, she accepted they might be for the rest of the world, as shecaptured the moment and encouraged him.

“I unlocked the photo with the camera over your, um…”

“Yeah. I made a shit ton of money for that, but it made people go nuts asking to see my full cock.”

“Maybe once you establish trust with your fans, you can send more explicit content.”

“Yeah,” he said.

“But Hunter, you never have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. It’s your body.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I know. We’ll talk about me later. You get writing.”

She sighed, handed him his phone, and got out her laptop. While she wrote, he worked on his FollowMe feed.

He interrupted her once to announce, “I did it. I posted an uncovered cock photo, and you’re the one who took it.” He flashed his come-hither sex grin.

She grabbed her phone to check the picture out, but his finger moved side to side as hetsked. “Your homework first, young lady!”

Sulking, she returned to Regency England.

After they dined on a room service lunch, he made a trip to the hotel gym while Rosalyn and Edward made passionate love.

Then, Hunter took an afternoon nap while Jenna wrote the climax of her story. It was late afternoon when she closed her computer and smiled. She would for sure have her draft to Berta in five days.

She strolled to the bed and sat beside a sleeping Hunter. She could not fall for him. She’d find contentment in the days they had spent together. He’d never made her any promises. How could he? She was heading into middle age with three kids, a slowing metabolism, and an ex, and he was a sex god.