Chapter Nine

Dani

“Hi.” I greet the friendly looking lady at the front desk of Hunter’s agency. “I’m here to see Hunter Kiss.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“Um…” I glance at the nameplate on her desk. “Trisha, right? I'm Dani Cross, Chad's sister.”

“Ah. Nice to meet you, Ms. Cross. Hunter is in a meeting now, but why don’t I pop in and—”

Something in Trisha’s expression, something both curious and excited, spooks me.

“You know what? That’s okay? No need to bother him. I’ll make an appointment and come back another time.” What am I doing? I’ve lost my damn mind. I start backing out, trying not to show my sudden panic. I didn’t need to see Hunter. Didn’t need to tell him I’d given Chad my blessing to talk with him.

But I’d wanted to see him. And how pathetic is that?

I almost make it to the door when I hear a familiar voice.

“Hey Trisha…” Hunter calls as he makes his way into the room. Shit. I move faster.

“Dani?”

Crap. Too late.

“Oh, uh, Hunter...hi. I was just in the, uh, neighborhood and…” I stop talking. In the neighborhood?

His devilish smile confirms my worst fear. He knows I’m full of bullshit. He knows I'm here to see him. He knows I want more of him.

“I’m sorry, Hunter, I need to get going, but I'll call you soon, okay?”

But Hunter is having none of that. With a smirk on his handsome face, he strides up to me, grabs my arm and pulls me into a nearby office, which I assume is his.

“So, what really brings you by?”

I take a deep breath. “Um, Chad, of course. I’ve decided that I’m going to step aside and let him meet with you one-on-one without my interference.”

Surprise flickers across his face before he grins. “That was going to happen anyway, but I’m glad you’ve come around.” He’s so damn cocky, so damn sure of himself. I want to strip him of his ego, and his clothes…

I pace toward him, slowly and deliberately like I’m closing in on my prey. “I’m still going to make sure you do right by my brother.”

“You’re so damn sexy when you’re playing the tough girl.”

“You have no instinct for survival, do you?”

He shrugs. “It’s a good thing, with you around, that I like a little pain with my pleasure. Don’t you?”

My eyes widen as I suddenly imagine him with his own personal toy chest: handcuffs, whips, floggers…

He shakes his head as if he knows where my mind has gone. “We’ll have to revisit that conversation another time. Speaking of pain though, I almost ripped this damn piercing out of my nipple this morning in the shower.”

I frowned. “You need to be more careful about that.”

“I hate being careful.” He finally reaches for me, his breath hot against my neck as he backs me up against the wall. “You should know that more than anyone.” He reaches down, palms my hips, and spins us around until my back is pressed against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“What are you doing?” I ask, breathy and needy as his hungry eyes stare into mine. “We can’t.”

“This is my office, and we can do whatever the hell we want.”

“That’s not what I meant—”

He cuts me off with a finger pressed against my lips before dropping to his knees. He makes quick work of undoing the top button of my jeans. I throw my head back against the glass and stare at the wall opposite of me. This cannot be happening again. First, it was at my work, and now it’s at his.

He tugs my jeans down my thighs and presses his palm against my clit over the thin fabric of my panties, and then he looks up at me as if he’s asking for permission.

I nod, realizing I’d rather have his tongue inside me than fight with him.

He tugs my panties down my thighs so that they collect against my jeans and he wastes no time getting to work. His tongue laps against my clit and my knees weaken in an instant. The brushing of his five’o’clock shadow against my most sensitive area ignites a fire within me and all I can do to hold onto reality is to dig my fingers through his hair as he kisses my pussy intimately, passionately.

I look down at him, but all I can see is the dark hair atop his head. With a hand on each side of my hips, he digs deeper with his tongue, reveling in the way I taste in his mouth, just as I’m reveling in the way he makes my knees shake.

“Oh God...” I can't believe how amazing it feels. Men have gone down on me before, of course, but none have ever made me feel this good. He buries his tongue deep inside of my quivering pussy. “Hunter... Yes, yes, yes.”

“Come for me, Dani,” he begs, his mouth never leaving my pussy. “Come all over my face.”

Trust me, I want to. I want to so badly, and once again, I feel balanced on the edge. So damn close. My body shakes as he works me with his magical tongue.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he growls. “So wet too.”

Hunter's words vibrate against me. My toes curl up as I press my body even harder against his face.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I immediately stiffen. Oh God, no! I want to scream.

Hunter continues doing what he’s doing, as if he hadn’t heard.

“Thomas Clarkson is here,” Trisha calls through the door.

I yank on Hunter’s hair, and even though he growls, he stops licking me and instead just rests his cheek against my thigh. “Fuck,” he breathes, obviously frustrated.

Yeah, tell me about it.

He lifts his head slowly. “I forgot about that meeting,” he says softly. Then louder, obviously talking to Trisha, he calls, “Give me a few minutes.”

“Will do,” Trisha replies.

I immediately push him away, and pull my panties and jeans up my thighs. I’m embarrassed and frustrated as I sweep my hands through my hair, trying to make myself look presentable. Hunter swipes his hand across his mouth to wipe away any moisture (from my pussy!) then takes my arms, pulling me close. “Promise me you'll come back and let me finish what I started.”

I start to protest, but he whispers again, this time more urgently. “Promise me, Dani.”

I stare at him, knowing I shouldn’t. That Trish interrupting us was a good thing. That this man holds too much power over me already and the fact my body is still pulsing with desire be damned. But instead of saying any of that, I say, “I promise, Hunter.”

His eyes light with satisfaction and he bends down to kiss me when suddenly a large man barrels into the office and jerks to a stop. Two steps behind him is a gorgeous pregnant woman, whose eyes widen when she spots me.

“Oh, um, hey. Sorry,” the man says. “We can come back…” He’s about to turn around and guide the woman out the door, but with a gentle squeeze of my shoulder, Hunter lets me go. “Thomas. Angela. Stay. I want to introduce you to Dani.”

I stare. When Chad was a teenager, his bedroom walls were covered in posters of Thomas Clarkson, pro football player. Clarkson is Chad’s childhood idol, and Hunter of all people represents him.

“Hi, I’m Dani.” I reach out my hand to greet Thomas, whose firm handshake is even stronger than I had expected, then Angela. “My brother is your biggest fan.”

They both smile warmly at me. “So nice to meet you,” Angela says.

“Yes, it certainly is,” Thomas says with a slight inflection as he glances at Hunter. “Your brother play?”

Hunter leans back against his desk. “I’m currently trying to sign him. Chad Cross.”

Thomas lifts his brows, looking impressed. “That’s amazing.” He shakes a finger at me. “That kid is going to be a star.”

“That’s what everyone says.” Of course, I’m pleased by Thomas’s praise, but I can’t help feeling leftover uncertainty whether going pro is the right play for Chad. Still, I came here (partly) because we’d decided he has to make his own choices. I can’t treat him like a kid anymore.

“You seem apprehensive.” Thomas notes. “Does it help to know that Hunter was the one who convinced me to go pro, and he’s stuck by my side ever since.”

“And now he’s basically family,” Angela adds with a warm smile. “In fact…” She turns to Hunter. “We’re here to ask you to be our future son’s godfather.” She rubs her stomach.

“Seriously?” Hunter straightens and grins wide. He looks overjoyed as he pulls Angela in for a hug, then shakes Thomas’s hand. “Oh man, I’m going to teach this kid so much about football, about women—”

“Easy now,” Thomas warns him. “Don’t make me rescind the offer.”

“Please,” Hunter scoffs, but he’s unable to wipe the smile off his face. “You know that’s not even close to being an option.”

“Now that you’ve accepted, we should probably extend an invite for a BBQ we’re having in your honor,” Angela says. “And we’re not taking no for an answer.”

“You should come too, Dani,” Thomas turns to me. “Bring your brother. I’d love to meet him.”

Oh my God. Chad would be over the moon. I glance at Hunter, though, wondering what he thinks of this invitation, and he immediately nods.

“I’d love it if you both could come,” he says.

My heart beats faster and I almost smile but I tell myself Hunter’s enthusiasm isn’t for me. He just wants his chance to schmooze with Chad.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that, my pussy seems to tell me, still throbbing and achy from Hunter’s mouth. “Sure,” I manage to say. “That would be great. Thank you.”

“Wonderful!” Thomas booms and slaps a hand on Hunter’s shoulder. “You can see what this guy is like away from the agency.”

I refrain from saying I know what he’s like. “Thanks again for the invitation. It was nice meeting both of you. I should really be getting out of here, though. I’m going to be late for my appointment.”

Hunter walks me to the office door. “I’ll text you the address for the party later.”

“Sure,” I breathe out.

“Dani,” he calls before I can take more than a few steps in the hall.

I turn. “Yes?”

“Don’t forget your promise.”

I’m too speechless to reply. Instead, I just lift my hand in goodbye and book it out of there.