HUNTER (The Caine Brothers Book 1) (12 page)

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that, right?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she said, pulling out the string of condoms. She stood and faced him, counting them. “Seven left. That’s a lot of sex between now and our flight tomorrow.”

She waved them in the air between them, like a red flag before an angry bull. The way his cock felt right now, Hunter could go through those seven in the next hour.

“Get over here and put one on me before I do it for you.”

She wagged a finger at him as if he were a naughty boy. It only made him hotter for her. “You want me to tie your hands? You’re under strict instructions not to move. You’ll wait for me.”

“Yeah, actually, tie me, because if you don’t I’ll tie you and do whatever the fucking hell I want with you.”

The only reaction to his words was her nipples hardening. Holy fucking Jesus, he had to work to maintain control, to hold back an orgasm just from seeing her nipples get hard, knowing that his words had done that. Just his words, nothing else.

She looked down her nose at him, considering what to do with him, then went to the bathroom and came out with the belt from one of the robes.

He didn’t think she’d actually do it, but by God he liked that she was. He wasn’t into the dom/sub scene, but he wasn’t averse to a little kink now and then. Usually he liked to tie his partner, but Allison was different. He wanted to see what she’d do to him.

She bound his hands and tied them to the headboard. Her knots were awful. He could easily get out of them. But the fact that she’d tied him made the boundary real.

She circled back to the end of the bed and pointed a serious finger at him. “Behave,” she said.

Fuck. Me.

Using her teeth, she tore one of the condoms off the string and tossed the rest onto a chair. She approached the bed from the side, ripping open the packet as she did. He took her in—her tall, lean glory—and noticed the slickness between her legs as she walked. Well, fuck, she was as turned on as he was, and knowing that made his erection even more painful. She’d better hurry.

She tossed the wrapper and climbed onto her knees on the bed, her legs spread for balance. Her pussy was so close and her musky, ready scent drove him mad for her. He tried his best not to move. It wouldn’t do to squirm, but damn, he wanted to. She smelled incredible.

When she touched the condom to the tip of him, he closed his eyes and groaned. His cock jerked, and the muscles in his belly trembled with the effort of control. Her fingers rolled the condom down his length in a soft caress, a whisper of touch, but it sent a shiver through him.

He wanted her bad, but no way he’d beg. No. Way. He’d rather pass out from the pain of holding back his orgasm than beg.

“Comfy?” she asked. The sweetness belied her smugness.

He was tempted to pull his hands free, throw her on her back, and fuck her brains out. But he really wanted her on top of him.

“I’m good for now. Could be better, though.”

“I can probably help you with that,” she said.

“That would be nice,” he said through gritted teeth.

She crawled over the top of him, swinging one leg over his abdomen so she straddled him. His cock bounced against her ass. So fucking close.

Leaning down, she kissed him, her tongue telling him who was boss, but in that regard, anyway, he could give as good as he got. And he did.

She moved down his chest and licked his nipples, flipping them with her tongue.

“Jesus fucking God, Allison, just get the fuck on with it already.”

She rocked back so his cock slid into her folds. They both moaned at the same time, and she shot him a gorgeous grin before settling the head of his cock right at her opening.

“This what you want?”

He grunted. That’s all she’d get from him.

Must have been enough, or she was as close to losing it as he was, because she settled down onto him, inching his cock into her until she’d taken him all the way in.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said.

“Yes it is,” she said. Then she made an inarticulate noise that sounded somewhere between satisfied and desperately needy.

She ground her hips on him. Fire exploded in his gut. He held on. She rose up then settled, then again, up and down, and at the bottom of each thrust she circled her hips a bit. He gripped the robe tie and bit his lip. She leaned over, placing her hands on either side of his chest, and picked up the pace, her head thrown back and mouth open and panting as she did.

She was lost in concentration on the sensations swirling in her body, chasing her climax. His was right there, waiting for hers, if he could hold onto it. When her eyes scrunched together and she pressed her hips down hard on him, he knew it was time. At the first ripples of her body around him, he let go and fucking exploded. They both yelled out in release.

After she finished, Allison rolled off beside him on the bed and he pulled his hands free so he could hold her close.

She looked up at him with a satisfied smile. “Six more to go,” she said.

Damn. How was he going to let her go?

Allison didn’t wake until mid-morning on Monday. She and Hunter had spent the night making an effort to use all the condoms. They managed to get down to two before they were too exhausted to keep going.

Hunter still snored softly, so she stood and stretched, then headed to the bathroom. After relieving herself, she threw on a robe and went to the kitchen to make coffee. She’d call room service, too. She was hungry enough to eat everything.

While the coffee brewed she sat—gingerly—at the breakfast bar and reached for her purse. Her lady parts were sore, in a wonderfully pleasant way, but still sore.

She rummaged and came out with her phone. There’d been no need for her purse over the last couple of days, and since she was only a personal assistant, she never had to worry about business calls or texts over the weekend. But now it was Monday, so she should probably check in with the real world. Even if she didn’t want to. Even if it meant bursting the bubble.

Her phone showed two missed calls and a text, all from the HR department at National Energy Group, a company where she’d applied for a position in the legal department. It was an up-and-coming alternative energy producer, developing solar, wind, water, and other renewable energy sources. It was also one of her top choices of employer.

Before she’d taken the job with Dalton Caine, she’d done an initial Skype interview with National Energy Group, and a couple of other companies. She’d hoped she’d make the cut to an in-person interview with one or two of them, but it was a slow process and until now she hadn’t heard from any of them.

The text read:
Left a message for you. Would like to set up a time to fly you out for an interview. Please call.

She listened to the message, which reiterated in more detail the desire to set up an interview, and left a number to call.

The company was located in California.

She glanced to the bedroom. More than ever, she was hopelessly connected to Hunter. Their whole weekend agreement had been a disastrously bad idea. As she’d figured, it was impossible to have casual sex and get someone out of your system. If you were attracted enough to someone to feel the need to get them out of your system, sex was only going to sink them deeper into your system.

Hunter was deeply rooted in her system, to the point that she knew she’d have to quit her job as his assistant because she wouldn’t be able to go back to work with him as if nothing had happened. He was in her blood now. She needed him, and if he could just go back to normal she wouldn’t be able to be around him.

So maybe this job opportunity was a blessing. She’d be able to make a clean break and put him behind her before she fell desperately in love. She could feel herself on the brink already. Hunter wasn’t the kind of man who made commitments, and he certainly wasn’t the kind of man who fell in love. He’d certainly enjoyed the weekend, and he’d loosened up and shown her a different side of him, but that didn’t change who he was.

While he slept, she made the call.

Allison ordered room service, and while she waited for it to arrive, she called the spa and explained they’d slept through their massage appointment. She apologized profusely, but they assured her it happened often, so they kept a waiting list for walk-ins and had filled the time when Allison and Hunter hadn’t showed up.

She called and confirmed the pilot would be at the airport at one o’clock. She called to the concierge and arranged a limo to the airport.

When she had no other chores to do, she went to the bedroom to wake Hunter.

He wasn’t in the bed, though. She heard water running in the bathroom, and a moment later he came out, still naked and beautiful. Holy crap was he beautiful. How could she even consider leaving him behind?

When he saw her, he grinned. “Good morning, gorgeous. Ready for a shower?”

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe you have enough energy for another round.”

“We still have two condoms left. Don’t want them to go to waste.”

He came to give her a morning kiss. It was the kind of kiss that implied everything he wanted to do in the shower, and her body readily agreed. So did his when his cock came up and bumped her thigh.

When he took her hand and led her to the bathroom, she didn’t argue. Not only did she want to go again, but it saved her from having to tell him about the interview she’d scheduled for later in the week.

They showered, they satisfied each other, they dried each other and murmured nonsense as they left the bathroom to find clean clothes. She didn’t want to face packing because it had such a finality to it.

Thankfully, she was saved from the immediate need to pack by room service. The cart wasn’t as laden as the first breakfast she’d ordered, but it still had plenty of food. It made her stomach growl.

Hunter appeared dressed in jeans and a white buttoned shirt—he was halfway through his transformation back to real life.

“Do I smell breakfast?”

“Yep.” Allison poured herself some more coffee and dug into an omelet. It satisfied the growling belly and the need to refuel after the energetic night, but it tasted flat.

Hunter, on the other hand, dug in with gusto. “You check with the pilot?” he asked between bites.

“Yes. He’ll be on time. I reserved a limo, too.”

“Good.”

An awkward silence fell between them, and Allison didn’t need to be a mind-reader to know what he was thinking. She was thinking it, too. The weekend was over. It was time to head back to real life. How were they going to behave with each other? Pretend it never happened? She didn’t think she could do that.

She still had her letter of resignation on her computer. She could just give it to him when they got home and save herself the mess of explaining the interview. But how would she fill the employment gap? What if she didn’t get the job? She’d have a much bigger gap to fill.

The bottom line was, if they weren’t going to acknowledge the weekend full of sex, and more importantly, the deeper connection, she wouldn’t be able to work for him anyway. So when they got home, she’d print the letter again and give it to him.

Her heart sank. She didn’t want to have to do it. She wanted to be able to hug him, touch him, see him every day. But if they worked together, that would never happen.

“Excuse me.” She left the breakfast bar and headed for the bedroom to pack.

“Allison? Are you okay?”

She stopped halfway to the bedroom and looked at him. His billionaire CEO mask had already started to slip back into place.

“I’m fine.”

In the bedroom, she started packing her things. He followed her, taking hold of one of her hands to still her.

“I don’t believe you.”

She looked into his eyes, as honestly as she could, hoping he’d take a hint. “What do you think?”

“Look, I’ve been thinking about this weekend.”

“I have an interview in California on Thursday.” She didn’t mean to blurt it, but she wanted to cut off his rationalizing how they’d made a deal, she shouldn’t be so emotional about it, it was just sex.

“What?”

“Before I took the job with Dalton, I applied for positions in legal departments at several national companies. I got call-backs for Skype interviews with three of them, and this one called me this morning for an in-person interview.”

“And you’re going.”

“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I?”

The muscles in his jaw bunched and his eyes darkened like a thundercloud about to blow. Why would he be so pissed at her? Did he really think they’d just go back to work as if nothing happened?

“Fine.”

He stomped into the closet and went about packing his things, but didn’t say a word to her the rest of the morning.