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  Licking her dry lips, she couldn’t help but find him sexy as sin. Taking a deep breath, she smiled. “Who doesn’t have a bit of a past? I guess you didn’t leave women crying.”

  “I don’t think I did, but I was no saint either.” He held his hands up. “Start over, fresh.”

  “I thought we were supposed to be doing that,” she said, chuckling. “Right, no more mention of my horrible bitchiness. Hello, Hunter Graham, it is a pleasure meeting you.”

  “And I have to say the pleasure is all mine, Faith Bryant.”

  “So, why a life coach?” she asked. “I mean, there must have been plenty of fields for you to, you know, enter into.”

  “I’m a psychology major, and let’s just say I found more enjoyment helping people I know I could help than not. I don’t have what it takes to be a shrink, and to be honest, I never will. I like helping people with a hands-on approach.”

  “I read that your methods are not always … agreed to.”

  “They’re not. I believe that helping someone in life means you have to open part of yourself up. Some life coaches don’t agree to that. We all have different methods. Believe me, if a woman or even a man started to develop a crush, then I would withdraw myself. I would talk to someone I felt was more qualified to deal with that person. I don’t encourage that kind of stuff.” He paused as the waiter put their drinks down. He watched as Faith smiled, and spoke her thank you. When they were alone again, he got back into it. “Now, those women, and I have to say some men as well. Crying is horrible to see, but it also allows us to release emotion in a way that is actually quite therapeutic. I know it seems crazy to think of tears being like that, but they really are. The women had a … breakthrough. Like a wake-up call. I’m not going to go into details as I don’t like talking about my patients without their permission, and without them present. Let’s just say, the reason you haven’t seen them as much, is because they don’t need me as much. I’m always there for them if they need a little help and guidance.”

  “You sound like an amazing man,” she said, meaning it.

  The smile on his face was almost devilish. “I know I can be quite outstanding in certain areas.”

  Her body heated. There was no denying what he meant, and she could imagine. Holy hell could she imagine, and it made parts of her light up and glow.

  “So why a casino?” he asked.

  “Like I said, this makes a lot more money. The hours at times suck, but I’m usually there early anyway. They always need someone for overtime, and if I’m not waiting drinks, I’m helping the tables. One thing about a casino, there is always something to do.”

  “Do you like it there?”

  She chuckled. “Not really. It’s … hard work. Sometimes the customers are a pain in the ass. You know, not wanting to pay their tab, or throwing drinks over you. It can get a bit rough, but the security is the best, and the owner, he doesn’t allow any other crap going down.”

  “Other crap?” he asked.

  “You know, sex, prostitution. He doesn’t allow that in his casino. You can gamble away, and watch the girls he supplies, but anything else, they escort their butts out.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I saw it. There was a woman working the bar. I thought she was just a random woman. She’d been trying to score customers all night long. It’s a nightmare, but it’s a safe nightmare.” She chuckled. “Completely the opposite I know. It pays well. I do hope to find something else, but right now, I go where the money is.”

  ****

  Just from watching her, Hunter knew she was hard-working. Talking with her confirmed it, and watching her eat simply aroused him. He spent most of the night with a hard cock as she ate. He imagined those plump lips wrapped around something else entirely.

  Their meal was lovely, and even though he couldn’t remember what they ate, he knew it was delicious. She captivated him in a way no other woman had.

  It was strange having her drive them back to their apartment, and even stranger to be following her up to the same floor.

  “So, this is me,” she said, nodding at her door.

  “This is me also,” he said.

  “Do you still need that sugar?”

  He shook his head. “No. While you were entertaining my friend I was out buying some.”

  She licked her lips, and he noticed her gaze fall to his. Suddenly, she shook her head, and turned toward her door. “I really enjoyed tonight, and thank you for the dinner.”

  Hunter couldn’t do it. He couldn’t let her go into her apartment without her knowing exactly what he wanted.

  Reaching out, he grabbed her arm, and pressed her against the door. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he tilted her head up. “I need to have one little taste.” Slamming his lips down on hers, he claimed her. Sliding his tongue against her mouth, he heard her gasp. He felt her hands sliding up his arms, and sinking into his hair, holding him close. The door stopped him from moving this into her apartment. His cock pressed against her stomach, and he wanted inside her.

  All of her lush curves were driving him crazy.

  “I need you,” he said, pulling away.

  Her plump lips were now red from his kiss. He couldn’t help but lick his own.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No, you’re not,” she said.

  He smiled. “You’re right, I’m not. I want you, Faith. I want to fuck you, and I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I met you. We started over, and I just thought you should know that.” He stepped away, leaving her to make the final decision.

  Taking out his key, he hoped and prayed that she would call him back.

  Want me as much as I want you.

  He heard her open the door, and his heart sank. She didn’t want him. He’d misread all the signs.

  “Mr. Graham, would you like to come in for coffee?”

  “I’d love to.”

  Following her inside her apartment, he closed the door, flicking the lock. Faith disappeared into the kitchen, and he joined her, watching as she filled up a kettle.

  “Did you mean coffee?” he asked.

  She put the kettle down and turned toward him. “I’m not good at this.”

  “Or did you want to fuck?” He took a step closer to her, wanting to be near her more than anything. Invading her space, he stared down into her pretty brown eyes. “Do you need me to tell you what I want?”

  “What do you want?” she asked.

  “I want to strip you naked and fuck you. I’ve wanted to do that from the first moment I saw you.”

  “Even after everything?”

  “Even after everything.” He cupped her cheek. “Tell me what you want, Faith. You don’t want that, and you just want to drink coffee, we’ll just have a drink and forget about everything else.”

  “What if I want something else?” she asked, licking her lips.

  The hand on her cheek, he moved down, cupping her breast. The nipple was hard, pressing against his palm.

  “Then tell me, Faith. Do you want me to stop?”

  “No.”

  “Then touch me. Show me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

  Her hand landed on his chest. Her heart pounded beneath her breast, and he felt it against his palm. With his other hand, he took hold of her chin and tilted her head back. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her lips. When she didn’t pull away or tell him to stop, he deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth.

  The hand on his chest started to move down.

  His cock was already stiff. The fabric of his pants stretched tightly over his dick. He wanted out, and he wanted inside her. The moment her hand touched his cock through his pants, he groaned.

  She felt so fucking good, and he couldn’t stop the aching need that was consuming him. In one swift movement he had her trapped up against the fridge, locking her hands above her head in one of his.

  “I’ve got you now,” he said. It was so surreal to be here with her in his ar
ms.

  “You have, so what are you going to do with me?” she asked.

  He smiled. Putting his hand at her knee, he began to slide it up the inside of her thigh. Her eyes went wide, but she didn’t fight him. With each inch up her thigh, the skirt was pulled up until he cupped her pussy. The panties she wore were already damp. Sliding a finger beneath the fabric, he was surprised to find her bare.

  The slit of her pussy was wet. Sliding along it, he touched her clit, and she cried out.

  “Let me touch you,” she said.

  Releasing her hands, he allowed her to attack his jacket to get it off him as he was busy with touching her. As far as he was concerned, the night was only just beginning.

  Chapter Five

  The last thing Faith wanted him to do was stop. The feel of his hands on her body was pure heaven, and she loved it. Tugging his jacket off his body, she attacked his shirt, tearing it open as buttons flung all over.

  They both stopped, giggling. At the same time that she was getting him naked, he started to do the same to her. Buttons went all over the place, and she was sure she was going to be picking them up for the next couple of days.

  Within minutes they were both naked, and Hunter picked her up, dropping her ass onto the cold table in her kitchen.

  Leaning back, she gasped out as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He didn’t stop there, kissing down her body. He spread open her thighs, and she leaned back on her elbows watching as he slid his tongue down her slit. Circling her clit, he moved down to her entrance, sliding his tongue inside.

  She cried out his name, gripping the edge of the small table as he licked her pussy. The pleasure was immediate, and out of this world.

  “You taste so good,” he said, then sucked her clit into his mouth, making her arch right up to his touch.

  “Yes, Hunter, yes.”

  “That’s it, baby, scream my name. I want to hear it. Let me hear you scream it.”

  He used his teeth, biting her clit, and then soothing out the pain with his tongue. With his fingers, he slid two inside her, making her cry out his name.

  She never had sex with a stranger, and never had sex with a neighbor. What was it about Hunter that made her break all of her own rules? It had been too long since she had sex. Besides work, there was nothing else in her life.

  “Come for me, Faith.”

  As if his command alone was all she needed, she came, screaming his name exactly as he said he wanted her to do.

  Her orgasm rushed through her, consuming every part and begging for more. Before she had even come down, Hunter moved between her thighs. The tip of his cock was at her entrance, and he slammed inside her, going to the hilt.

  “Oh, fuck!” He growled the word against her chest before sucking her nipple into his mouth. He flicked the tip with his tongue, and she was still marveling from her orgasm.

  Closing her eyes, she basked in the feel of him inside her. He was so big, and she felt every inch of him as he stretched her open.

  “I should have gone slower,” he said, releasing her nipple.

  She chuckled. “I don’t think it would have mattered.”

  “Are you saying I’m big?” he asked, looking up at her.

  “You’re not exactly small, and don’t worry, I can take you.” She might not be able to walk straight tomorrow, but she had a feeling it was going to be worth every second of discomfort.

  He held himself at the hilt inside her, waiting, and giving her time to get used to him. He ran his hands up and down her body, and he stood up so that the only place they were connected was with his dick inside her.

  “I know you can take me.” His hands moved up, cupping her tits. He pinched the nipples, and she moaned as the sensation shot straight to her clit.

  He groaned. “I can feel you wrapped around my cock. You’re so damn wet, baby, and tight. You know I’m going to love fucking you.”

  “You talk dirty.”

  “I’m a man of many words, but sometimes it’s the dirty ones that are most fun.” He took her nipple, biting down.

  She cried out his name, loving the feel of his lips on her and his cock inside her.

  “I think you’ve had enough time to get used to me.” He started to pull out of her so only the tip was there.

  With each inch he pulled out, she mourned the loss of him within her. He didn’t make her wait though. Once it was only the tip of his cock inside her, he gripped her hips and plunged right to the hilt.

  They both groaned this time, and she held onto his arms.

  “This table is not going to cut it.” Before she could say anything, he picked her up from the table. “Bedroom.”

  “Put me down, I can walk.”

  “Not happening. I love having you in my arms, and you never know when I’m going to get that again.”

  “Second door on the left.” She pointed toward the bedroom, and he carried her as if she didn’t weigh a ton. Part of her was ever so pleased that he could lift her. Another was afraid that he would put his back out.

  That didn’t happen as he pushed open her door and carried her through to the bed. He eased her down, at the same time still inside her.

  “Why didn’t you like the table?” she asked.

  He moved her up the bed, and she had no choice as he moved her slowly, even with his cock still inside her. The man was determined.

  “Because I couldn’t do this.” He grabbed the headboard, and then began to pound inside her. She thought she had been fucked before, but she hadn’t known anything yet. He pulled out and slammed every single inch inside her, going deeper than before.

  Reaching up, she grabbed the slats of her headboard, and held on as he fucked her body, and she loved every second as he plunged inside her, going deeper than she ever thought possible.

  “Oh, fuck, baby,” he said, slamming into her one final time, and he moved suddenly, pulling out of her. She watched as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft, and began to spill his cum onto her stomach. Some of it went onto her nipple. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

  “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. We probably should have talked condoms before we, you know, started.”

  He chuckled. “I didn’t want to presume.”

  Hunter gripped her knees, leaning on them a little as he caught his breath.

  “I’m sorry it was quick,” he said. “Give me a minute, we’ll have a shower, and then we’ll go again.”

  “You’re going to be good to go again?” she asked, looking at his now flaccid cock. Even soft, he looked big.

  “Yeah, it has been a long time for me. I promised you that I’d have you screaming by the end of the night, and I always keep my promises.”

  ****

  After a shower, Hunter didn’t do the walk of shame to his own apartment. Instead, he joined Faith back in hers. Condoms had been the last thing on his mind, but he’d not wanted to start anything off with a potential accident.

  He was also a little embarrassed. It had been a long time since he was last with a woman, so he’d not lasted long. She hadn’t even come a second time when he’d been inside her.

  Hunter prided himself on bringing pleasure to a woman, and he wasn’t going to leave Faith’s apartment until he was sure she knew exactly what she was getting.

  She sat in bed, wearing a sheer negligee, and she smiled at him. There was a shyness to her which he found utterly endearing.

  “Hey,” she said.

  “You’re nervous.”

  “A little. We just had sex. Good sex. Great sex.”

  “We did, and I loved every second of it.” He took her hand. “I want to apologize,” he said, pulling the blanket away from her.

  “What for?”

  “I only brought you to orgasm once, and, baby, I’m not a one orgasm kind of guy.”

  “You’re not?” she asked.

  He opened her thighs and tugged her down on the bed. “No. I’m not. I’m the kind that women pass out with pleasure from.” He strok
ed his hands up her thighs, spreading them.

  Her pussy was already swollen, puffy, and wet. With two fingers, he began to stroke over her clit, watching as her eyes fluttered closed.

  His cock was already beginning to swell, filling with blood. He wanted inside her again. In the back of his mind, he had a weird feeling that this woman was going to be next to impossible to walk away from.

  “I don’t think you’re doing too badly,” she said, thrusting up against his hand. “You’re doing just fine.”

  He couldn’t help but smile as he slid his fingers down to her entrance, filling her pussy as he used his thumb against her clit. She rode his hand.

  “Let me touch you,” she said. “I want to touch you as you’re doing the same to me.”

  He wasn’t going to argue. His cock was already hard as a fucking rock. He’d never recovered this quickly.

  With his hand still inside her pussy, he moved toward her head. Faith wrapped her fingers around his cock, and he groaned as she took the tip into her mouth and worked her hand up and down the length. The pleasure was immediate, intense, and he closed his eyes, basking in the feel of her lips wrapped around him.

  Finally, opening his eyes, he watched as she took his cock to the back of her throat, moaning as she took him in deeper.

  Slowly, he began to thrust into her mouth, making her take more of him. Her eyes settled on him as he stroked over her clit, her pussy tightening around him.

  She worked his cock, bringing him nearly to orgasm so he had no choice but to pull out. Removing his fingers from her pussy, he licked the cream off the digits, all the time keeping his gaze on her.

  Once he had sucked every drop of cream off his fingers, he moved back between her thighs, gripped her hips, and moved her to her knees in front of him. Spreading the cheeks of her ass open, he slid a finger between, teasing her clit. She moaned, trying to push back against him. He gave her ass a light tap, relishing the sounds of her squeals.

  “I have to say this, baby, you’re so fucking sexy, and so responsive. I love how you respond to me. This pussy, it knows my name.”

  She whimpered his name, and he gave her ass another light tap, loving the sight of the red mark of his handprint.