DYLAN\u00a0<\/p>\n
My heart was still racing despite the kiss ending minutes ago. I can still feel his soft lips brushing against mine. I can\u2019t believe I did that reckless action in front of my ex\u2013husband and his first love.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It hadn\u2019t been a few minutes since we left the premises of my old marital house when Hunter suddenly grabbed me and pulled me up to lap. He quickly snaked his arm around me to lock me up in that position.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHey! Somebody\u2019s in here!\u201d I hissed, my eyes widening in panic as I tried to look over my shoulder in fear that the driver of the car was watching us.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t dare so much as glance this way\u2013unless he\u2019s in a hurry to lose his head,\u201d he said coolly. He then gently pulled my nape for another kiss when I quickly placed my finger over his lips, stopping him from doing so.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing?\u201d I asked, raising my eyebrow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He smirked, mischief dancing in his eyes. \u201cContinuing what you started,\u201d he said in a low, teasing drawl.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I squinted at him in warning. \u201cNo. That was just to calm the situation down, not an invitation for anything else.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He tilted his head, eyebrows lifting with an amused glint. \u201cIs that so?\u201d he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before I could back away, he tightened his grip on my waist, drawing me closer until I could feel the hard evidence of his desire pressing firmly against me. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His lips brushed against my ear, his words sending a shiver down my spine. \u201cThen maybe you can help calm this down too?\u201d he said, his voice rich with wicked heat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My heart raced wildly in my chest as I struggled to keep my composure. I should pull away\u2013I knew I should -but the way his eyes locked onto mine made my legs feel weak and my resistance start to crack.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My breath hitched as his lips grazed the edge of my ear, the heat of his body wrapping around me like a storm I couldn\u2019t run from. My fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt, more for balance than anything else, because right then, the world seemed to tilt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHunter\u2026\u201d I tried again, my voice trembling between warning and something else I didn\u2019t want to admit.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re giving me a slow death whenever you moan my name,\u201d he murmured, his lips now brushing against my jaw. \u201cI can\u2019t wait to hear you scream my name as soon as I fck you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes for a beat, trying to will my pulse to slow, trying to remember why I needed to stop this. But he was so close, so warm, and the scent of him was fogging up my every thought,\u00a0<\/p>\n
My hands, traitorous as they were, slid up his chest. \u201cYW\u2013we shouldn\u2019t be doing this,\u201d I whispered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He chuckled low, his chest vibrating beneath my palms. \u201cAnd yet we are here.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
10:31 Thu, Dec 25 M\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 27\u00a0<\/p>\n
My throat went dry as soon as I felt his callous hand brushing against my thigh. He deliberately opened his thighs widely, causing mine to do the same as I was straddling him. My breathing becomes heavy with too much anticipation as I patiently wait for his <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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