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I swallowed and turned, showing him the back, then faced him again. “If you don’t like it . . .”

“Shhh.”

Say what? “Did you just shush me?”

“Babe, shut up.”

I snapped my mouth shut and stared at him. Then I narrowed my eyes, about to let him have it, when his hands went to my waist. His fingers curled in, skimming over the silky fabric, up to the sides of my breasts, thumbs brushing the undersides, then back down to rest on my hips.

I forgot what I was going to say.

“She’s getting a raise.”

I blinked. “Who?”

“Ruby.”

“Oh.” Oh! It was starting to become kind of obvious. Still, I asked, “Does that mean you like it?”

“Yeah, I like it.” His gaze moved over me again, all the way down, then back up, lingering on my chest before his eyes locked on mine.

A wicked grin lifted the corners of his lips. “We’re going out, we’re celebrating . . . then were coming home and I’m going to strip you bare and fuck you in nothing but those sexy fucking shoes.”

I gave a little shiver of delight. “That sounds . . . I like that idea.”

“I thought you might. Now let’s go before I change my mind and do you right here, right now.”

I snorted. “Do me?”

His grin got wider and he gave my ass a light slap. “Are you mocking me, woman?”

“Maybe.”

“You’ll pay for that later as well.”

I frowned. “Hang on, what else am I paying for?”

“This raging hard-on I can’t do anything about for fucking hours.”

I grinned wider. Hunter growled.

I was out and out laughing when he grabbed my hand and led me from the apartment.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Hunter

Fuck.

Balls drawn up tight, I was close to blowing.

I looked down at Lulu’s ass, watching my cock slide out of her tight, wet pussy and clenched my teeth to hold it back. I wanted this to last. Nothing felt as good as when I was inside her. Nothing. That sexy-as-fuck dress was in a heap on the floor, along with the underwear that nearly had me blowing my load before I’d even touched her. But the shoes that had kept me hard all damn night were still on her feet.

She was flat on her belly, back arched, ass high. I was straddling her, keeping her legs together, while she clutched the wooden slats of my headboard. Her head was turned to the side, mouth open, eyes sometimes screwed shut, sometimes looking back at me as I pounded into her. The woman was perfection. Head to toe. Inside and out. No one got to me like she could. I couldn’t even imagine being with someone else, of fucking anyone but Lulu. Didn’t want anyone but her.

She moaned, fingers spasming, grip tightening when I shoved in deep. She tried to push back, to take more.

“Fuck, my girl’s so hot for it.” I squeezed her round ass. “Don’t move.”