Marc Jillson & the Gazebo by Anyta Sunday

Author:Anyta Sunday [Sunday, Anyta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-13T16:00:00+00:00

“You’re good at hacking info about people,” I said after we said goodbye to Vaughn Alexander and I helped Hunter down the stairs.

“Uh huh.”

The sun stretched warmly through the orange-leaved trees, dappling the sidewalk and us. The scent of cut grass filled the air.

I studied Hunter’s profile: strong set jaw, copper-blond lashes, perfect ear shell.

“Like, really good,” I said suspiciously.

His arms flexed, a knowing tilt at his lips, a bright spark in his eye. “What’s your point, Marc?”

“You had to know he was married to a woman, that Vaughn wouldn’t be our V.A.”

“Well. I couldn’t know for certain.”

I watched him carefully, counting every tick. “Is the other V.A. married?”

“No.”

“Kids?”

“No.”

“Why didn’t we start with that V.A. then?”

Hunter spoke simply. Matter of fact. “I wanted the day with you to last longer.”

Shivers flurried in my belly. I stepped behind him and halted his chair, gripping the handles hard.

Hunter tipped his head back at me with a curious frown. “Marc—”

I kissed him.

My lips trembled over his, and Hunter stiffened under me for one excruciating heartbeat before he sucked in a breath and kissed me back. I squeezed the handles as I held back a whimper. A soft slotting of his lips, his nose tapping my chin, my mouth moved, fast and urgent over his. My tongue stole into his mouth and I was rewarded with the slippery touch of his locking around mine as if to pull me closer.

His callused fingers pressed into my neck as he clutched my head, palms cupping my ears.

He tasted like peppermint, like he’d expected this moment, and that made me kiss him harder.

“Are your brakes on?” I murmured into flustered kisses.

“Yes.”

I released the handles and ran my hands over his shoulders, spreading my fingers wide as I pushed down his chest, over his nipples to his abs. He groaned and broke from the kiss, not letting my head go, keeping me close. He caught his breath and drew me into another kiss.

Softer this time, he dragged the surface of his lips over mine.

“I want more,” he said. My dick wanted to drill out of my damn jeans. “I want to see you lose yourself when I fuck you.”

“Now? Like, in your van?” I asked. Totally for it, even if I was shaking.

He let my head go and tugged my arm, urging me around his chair. He pulled me onto his lap and breathed me in. I squirmed at the drag of air over my neck.

“Not in the van. Not for that. At least, not the first time.”

The idea we could fool around more than once made me dizzy. I couldn’t forget the expiry date!

He nibbled kisses and I let out a gravely mantra of “fuck” as he rolled us to the van.

Hunter chuckled. “I promise there’ll be lots of that later.”

“Later?”

His laugh zipped directly to my balls. “We have a gazebo to save.”

That. Right. Yes.

Reluctantly, I climbed off him. “How do you feel about stopping for coffee before heading to our ultimate V.A?”

Hunter unlocked the van, lips raw from our kisses.

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