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over my chest and his eyes immediately went to my cleavage. He tried to recover, but I liked knowing that I had an advantage.
    “Damn it, Megan. Can you just talk to me? Since when do I need anything to see you?”
    He crossed the room and stood in front of me. I took a few steps back before getting pinned in the corner. He took another step closer with a smirk covering his handsome face.
    “Nowhere to run to now, baby.”
    His fingers brushed along my collarbone and neck and a shiver ran up my spine.
    “Stop that,” I hissed, brushing his hand away.
    “Just admit that want me. Your body can’t resist me no matter how much your head says no.”
    Damn it, where was my upper hand when I needed it? He had taken control of the situation and I didn’t like it.
    I didn’t respond, but he knew he was right. It pissed me off to no end that my body was betraying me. Before I could push him away, his lips were on mine. My fingers threaded in his hair and I moaned as his fingers tugged at my nipples through my sports bra.
    I started to unbutton his shirt, but when my fingers fumbled awkwardly, I gave up and ripped the fabric open. Buttons popped all over my kitchen, and Hunter groaned into my mouth as he picked me up and placed me on the edge of the counter. He tugged my bra up over my head and threw it behind him. Before the bra landed, his mouth and tongue were already sucking at my breasts. As he sucked on my nipples, I reached down between us to unfasten his pants. I used my toes to push his pants down his hips.
    “Commando?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
    He smirked back at me. “Easy access.”
    Hunter picked me up from the counter, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His erection rubbed against my entrance we both groaned. He tried to move towards my bedroom, but we made it to my front door before I was on the ground and he was on top of me. I positioned him at my opening he didn’t hesitate before thrusting inside.
    I moaned as his lips sucked at my neck. My fingers grasped his taut ass as he continued with his hurried pace. His thrusts were deep and punishing. It was everything I needed right that second.
    “Harder. Fuck me harder, Hunt.”
    “Fuck, Megan. You’re so tight.”
    His fingers dug into my shoulders as he held me close against him. My back arched as he thrust in one last time and his warmth filled me. He yelled out as he pinned his hips against mine. My body shattered around his and I sank my teeth into his shoulder and dug my fingernails into his ass.
    Hunter rolled off of me, but pulled me into his side. We were both breathing hard and covered in sweat.
    “Holy hell,” I groaned.
    “I know. Fuck, baby.”
    “I’m still fucking pissed at you.”
    “Completely fine as long as we can keep doing that. Mad sex is fucking amazing.”
    He grinned and I felt my anger melt a little. His lips brushed the back of my head and I felt the resolve that I had gathered during my run start to dissipate. My fingers trailed along the hard lines of his abs while we laid on the hard floor.
    “Where do we go from here?”
    “I’ve done a lot of thinking about this. Go on a date with me.”
    I sat up and turned to look at him.
    “What?”
    “I’m serious. Go on a date with me. You’re my best friend, Megan, and we know everything about one another, but now we need to figure out what’s next.”
    “You’re insane,” I said and playfully slapped his shoulder.
    “Ouch.” I stifled a giggle. “I’m serious about you going out with me, though. I think it’ll be fun. Let me wine and dine you, baby.”
    I laughed as he continued to rub where I had bit him. The spot was starting to bruise.
    “I’m sorry I bit the fuck out of you, but it was your own fault for making me come so hard. To make up for it, I’ll agree go out with you.”
    “One: Don’t ever apologize for coming hard. That’s my goal every fucking time. Two: Be ready for our date tonight by six. I’ll take care of