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runs his fingers across my forehead. "It's early. I made you some breakfast. You have plenty of time before your first class. I checked your schedule on your computer."
    "What day is it?" I run my hand across my eyes. I still feel as though I'm dreaming. Hunter Reynolds in my bedroom can't be real.
    "Thursday. You have a two hour break at lunch so I was hoping you could come over for peanut butter and jelly with me and Cory."
    "Yes." I pull in a deep breath to hold back a wave of tears. "Peanut butter and jelly is my favorite."
    "You're my favorite, sunshine." He leans down to kiss my lips softly. "You are my everything."
    Coming in June...
    More Exposed by Deborah Bladon
    Hunter and Sadie's journey continues six months in the future.
    It couldn't have been as easy as I wanted it to be. That's not how my life works. Loving Hunter Reynolds, waking up next to him and planning a life with him was my entire existence.
    Every fragment of that life shattered when his past collided with our future. When the one secret he withheld from me came barreling into our lives.
    He was everything I've always wanted. He told me he couldn't breathe without me. What happens when my very breath is stolen because of him?

Thank you, for everything.
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    "Y ou can come up to my suite right now." The casual way he reaches out his hand is almost too tempting to resist.
    "You think it's that easy?" I raise a brow. The inner rush of the martini is pulling my defenses away.  I wanted a one-night stand. That's why I'm here. He's beautiful. Maybe the most attractive man I've ever seen. All I have to do is tell him what I want and he can make it a reality. I know that he can. His body not only suggests it, it screams it. 
    "I know it is." He leans in close to me, his breath tracing a warm path across my neck.
    "Do you do this a lot?" It's a loaded question.
    "Do what?" His tongue playfully runs over my chin before he brushes his lips effortlessly across mine.
    "Pick up women here for one night stands?" I move forward a touch, hoping to catch his lips with mine again but he pulls back. A small smile forces his full lips slightly apart.
    "Is that what I'm doing?" His beautiful blue eyes slowly rake over my body.
    "You are, aren't you?" My breath hitches as he slides his arm around my waist and I feel his arousal instantly.
    "You want to fuck me," he whispers the words slowly into my ear. I shudder as his breath slides across my neck. "You want me to lick you until you scream, over and over again."
    I pull back hoping that with the slight bit of distance I'll find my breath. "That's..." I stop talking the moment his hand moves down my back.
    "The minute you walked in and saw me by the bar, you imagined being under me." His hand moves lower, skirting the edge of the hem of my dress. "You knew that before the night was over you'd be on your knees sliding my cock into your mouth."
    "I want that," I confess softly. One night with a man like this was all I wanted when I arrived in Manhattan two weeks ago. One night of pleasure unlike anything I'd ever experienced. This was the man who was going to give me that. I knew it as soon as he turned and looked at me.
    "We're going up to my suite now," he pauses and I realize he's waiting for my name.
    "Jessica," I offer. I want to be Jessica to him. I'm Jess or Jessie to everyone else. I want to hear my real name on his lips as he's lost in pleasure.
    "I'm Nathan," he counters.
    "How old are you?" I don't know why the question escapes from my lips. I don’t care how old he is.
    "Older than you." His hand brushes the back of my thigh.
    I smile at his response. "How do you know I'm old enough?"
    "Old enough?" He cocks a brow and his face shifts slightly. He's even more devastatingly handsome than I first realized.
    "Old enough," I repeat.
    "I watched them card you at the door when you walked in." He motions behind me to the entrance of the club. "They wouldn't have allowed you in the door if you weren't at least