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Hoping for Hunter

Hoping for Hunter

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Life was perfect, until the day I woke up and she was gone.

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Summer Paige was alone, broke, and, quite honestly, a complete mess. She thought being lost in the middle of nowhere was about as bad as it could get, but when she wound up in a ditch with a totaled car and no cell service, she realized just how wrong she was.

The last thing Hunter needed was a distraction, but the moment he looked into the frightened brown eyes of the lonely traveler, he knew he couldn’t let her go.

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“If you think you can bring me cookies and whiskey, and I’ll just forgive you…” He walked up the steps and took the plate and glass from my hands, then set them on the ledge before he held my face in his hands. “Then you don’t know me at all.”

I swallowed nervously, with him being so close and so strong and so… male. “I don’t?”

“No.” He backed me up until I hit the sliding door. My hands flattened on the glass for support, and my lungs got an exercise in expansion. His eyes darted to my breasts, my nipples were hard, and obviously so through the material of my cami, but when he licked his lips, they began to tingle.

“No… cookies and whiskey won’t cut it.” I just stared at him, and he tilted his head. “Do you want to know what will, Summer? Do you want to know what’ll make me forgive you?”


I tipped my face down. “Yes.”

“I bet you do.” His thumb rubbed across my lips. “In fact, I bet you already know. Don’t ya, sugar? You wanna apologize with your mouth?”

I wanted to do whatever I could to get him inside me any way he could be.

“If I needed your apology from your knees, you’d drop down, wouldn’t you? Yeah, you would. But I don’t want that… not yet. I want you to use your mouth for something else.” He removed his hand and dropped his forehead to mine. “I want you to tell me you’ll stay. I want to hear the words. Tell me you’ll stay and really give this a shot with me, and I’ll forgive you.” He gripped my hips and pulled me tighter to him. “And then I’ll show you how happy I am that you’re mine.”

And when I tilted my head back, I got lost in his penetrative gaze, and I knew this was it. This was my chance, and I wasn’t going to lose it. So without hesitation and with as much certainty as I could muster, I said, “I’ll stay.”

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