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had invited Hunter over.
    Syd raced through the living room and her bedroom, straightening up. She had no idea what had gotten into her. She knew going out with Hunter was a mistake. Everyone in band would know. But this wasn’t dating. This was sex. And if she didn’t get some soon, she might explode. Ever since their kiss, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
    Watching him punch Daniel had made her hotter.
    She had just enough time to change her clothes and freshen up before Hunter texted to say he was almost there. She told him not to ring the bell because Trish was sleeping, so she went down to wait for him.
    Standing in her bare feet wasn’t the wisest choice because when she opened the door to let Hunter in, she also allowed a gust of cold air to follow. Instead of greeting him, she said, “Damn. It’s cold. Follow me.” She ran up the stairs to the apartment and heard his heavy steps behind her.
    When they were both in the apartment with the door closed, she looked him over. She liked his worn leather jacket. It gave him the appearance of a bad boy. “Hi.”
    â€œHow was class?” he asked quietly.
    She invited the guy over for sex and he asked about class. She had no idea what to think of him. Pressing against him, she went up on tiptoe and kissed his cold lips. His hands immediately came to her face, stroking her cheeks and then threading into her hair. She loved the strong yet gentle way he held her.
    Pulling away for a breath, she asked, “Did you want a drink?”
    â€œWhatever you want.”
    She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her bedroom. Closing the door and clicking the lock, she said, “We have to be quiet. Trish has to work early.”
    He took off his jacket and tossed it on her chair. “You sure about this?”
    â€œAs long as it remains just between us, I’m totally sure.”
    He dipped his head and tasted her lips, but it wasn’t enough for her. Being alone with him, feeling the hard press of his body, all she could think about was getting him naked. She tugged at his T-shirt to feel the smooth skin beneath.
    He reached over his head and yanked the shirt off one-handed. That made one hell of a GIF for her to replay in her mind later. She kissed his chest and down his stomach. The bulge in his pants let her know he was more than ready to go. She unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his hips. His dick strained against his boxer briefs. She stroked him through the cotton before peeling the waistband down and kissing the head.
    He groaned and stiffened. She lowered to her knees and took him in her mouth. He tangled his fingers in her hair again and guided her head. She hummed with the applied pressure and he grunted. He throbbed in her mouth and she got aroused knowing she knocked him as off balance as he did her.
    Hissing, he pulled away. “Come here.” He hauled her to her feet and pulled her clothes off. One minute she was dressed, the next, she wore nothing. He closed in again, but instead of feasting on her mouth he went for her neck. He licked and kissed and sucked until she was panting. His fingers moved to her boobs and tugged on her nipples.
    Gripping her hips, he pulled her forward, maneuvering her toward the bed. He shook his hips a couple of times to make his pants and underwear drop to his ankles and then stepped out of them. He kissed her again, and his dick prodded her stomach. His hands were all over, like he was a damn octopus, like he needed to touch every inch of her. Except the one place she craved his touch.
    â€œGod, please touch me, already.”
    â€œI’m touching everything.”
    â€œYou know what I mean, Hunter.”
    A wicked grin crossed his face. “Like this?” he whispered in her ear. His hand moved south and his middle finger slid across her slit. “Already wet.” He groaned again, the vibration of his voice weakening her knees.
    He banded an arm around her