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explore the hidden treasure between the two pale, smooth globes
pleased him immensely. His hard dick was more than ready, but Hunter knew she
needed to be prepared first. In her current receptive state of mind and
positioned as she was, what better time than now?
    Unable to resist the gnawing need to touch her, he walked up
behind her, bent to press his cheek to hers and helped himself to a handful of
her sweet ass. “Don’t move,” he reminded softly, slipping his hand between her
legs and trailing his finger from the opening of her pussy up between her butt
cheeks.
    Her clipped, throaty whimper when he pressed lightly against
the rosebud of her ass sent heat coursing through his veins. He pressed again,
feeling the warm, textured ring of flesh contract beneath his touch. “One day,
very soon, I’m going to fuck you up this tight little ass of yours. Do you want
that?” His face was so close to hers, he heard her soft swallow.
    “Yes. I want that very much.”
    He’d expected the yes . The very much was a
pleasant surprise. That she was so willing to embark on this new adventure made
him wonder if she’d be this receptive to everything else he’d planned for her.
Already hard to the aching point, Hunter hadn’t thought his dick could get any
harder. That she was not only willing but eager to experiment made the swollen
flesh almost painful.
    “Then the sooner we start preparing you, the sooner that
time will come.” He softly nipped the sensitive muscle where her shoulder and
neck met and when she spontaneously cringed, he swatted her ass. “I said not to
move. Or your ass will be feeling more than a little discomfort today.”
    He nipped the same spot. Satisfied when she held steady, he
rose and headed down the short hall that led to the back of her apartment.
    More interested in getting back to Kayden than her taste in
decorating, he made a cursory glance of her blue-walled, cluttered room, his
eyes lingering for a few seconds on her recently vacated bed, its mussed
lemon-yellow sheets and the scrunched pillow leaning against the headboard. The
lingering indentations proclaimed it a feather pillow. That he also preferred
feather meant one less thing she’d need to bring when she moved in. Her comfort
was of great importance to him. After all, she’d be there a long time.
    He moved his gaze to the dresser flanked by two windows. The
items he sought were lined up neatly in the center, surrounded by a colorful
clutter of perfume bottles and innumerable makeup and hair paraphernalia.
    Apparently neatness wasn’t high on her priority list.
Considering his well-ordered life, that would definitely change. Shaking his
head, he stepped over several pairs of carelessly discarded shoes, a skirt, two
crumpled tops and a pair of jeans as he made his way across the room. Selecting
what he needed, he retraced his cautious steps and headed back out.
    * * * * *
    Kayden locked her spine against the shiver that threatened
upon Hunter’s return. Eyes downcast, concentrating on keeping her breaths
steady in light of the unknown, she watched his shadow on the rug.
    “Stand and look at me.”
    She rose as gracefully as she could without benefit of
support and faced him.
    “Put this on.” He presented the thong across his palm. “When
you’re done, I want you on hands and knees, legs slightly spread.”
    When she reached for the scrap of leather, he withdrew it.
    “Not yet. There’s something I want to do before you cover
that lovely, smooth pussy of yours.”
    Compelled by his golden, commanding gaze, and wanting to
show her readiness to embark on this sensual adventure with him, Kayden
relaxed.
    Eyes locked with his, she concentrated on his touch, the
light, feathery sensation as he ran the back of his large hand along her jaw
and down her neck. The heightened awareness when his hand rode the valley
between her breasts and continued on with a slow glide over the slight swell of
her stomach.
    Always a bit self-conscious