I sucked his intoxicating erection for a few more seconds and then took my mouth from him, running my tongue up the center of his belly and chest until I could kiss him again. Hunter held tightly to my hips and sank into me, and I had to bite into his shoulder to stop myself from crying out.
There was nothing gradual or slow about his pace. Kissing me with breathtaking passion, Hunter thrust into me fast and hard. The transcendence of the rhythm our bodies created together had me whimpering into his mouth and digging my fingernails into his shoulders, back, and waist. Suddenly he pushed me backwards so that I stretched out on the top of the desk. Hunter planted his hands on either side of my head to give himself more leverage and I lifted my legs, bending my knees up to rest my toes on the edge of the desk. The effect buried him more deeply within me and I felt my body responding to his in an almost involuntary, primal way, lifting my hips in tiny pulses to meet every one of his thrusts. I was feeling the delicious pressure building through my hips, thighs, and belly, and could hear Hunter grunting in time with his deep, intense thrusts, filling my office with the sound of our mutual, euphoric pleasure. He pulled me up to a sitting position in front of him again, grasping the back of my head to look into my eyes as he plunged inside me one final time, going as deeply as my body would allow, and growled as his cock throbbed within me.
The feeling of his thick cock pulsing wildly within me, spilling out the powerful pleasure that we had created for one another, was enough to cause me to lose all control. I grabbed him close to me and kissed him deeply to muffle the cry that bubbled up my throat as all of the pressure within me shattered and my walls clenched around Hunter’s cock still buried within me. I clung to him, holding him as close to further enhance the waves rushing through me. Our breath synchronized and our hearts seemed to beat to one another in time. He nuzzled me with the tip of his nose, touching his lips to mine in a gentle, tender kiss that reached a place within me that had been waiting what felt like my entire life to be found.
After a few minutes, we knew that we couldn’t hide in the office forever and needed to try to sneak back down to the party. We climbed reluctantly down from the desk and got dressed. I was tying my top back into place when I noticed Hunter looking at the desk strangely.
“What?” I asked.
“What’s that?” he asked, pointing at one of the acrylic panels.
From the angle where he was standing I could see that it was difficult to decipher the larger piece of debris proudly displayed on the side of the desk. I guided him around so that he could look at it directly.
“I found it when I was going over the beach while I was designing the resort,” I told him. “It’s my shoe.”
The party carried on through the night and the pink streaks of early morning sunlight were visible through the glass dome in the ceiling by the time that Snow and Noah went to one of the suites, Philip, Robin, and a few of the other workers went to crash in the other, and the rest of the guests left. Sophie and Edwin had been the last to dance their way out of the resort and I could still hear their seaplane humming in the distance when I turned to Hunter.
“Are you tired?” I asked.
“I don’t want to sleep,” he said. “I don’t want to miss even a second. Besides, both of the suites are taken.”
“Not ours,” I said.
“Ours?” Hunter asked, his eyes brows raising.
“Mmmm-hmmm,” I said. “Do you really think that I would design a resort without having somewhere for us to stay in it whenever we wanted?”
I stood and reached for his hands to pull him to his feet, planning to bring him to the room, accessible only by a concealed entrance, that I had had carefully built into the cavern where we spent of the night of the storm. Instead, Hunter pulled me to him so that I sat down in his lap. I giggled and he kissed the tip of my nose.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
I cocked my head at him.
“For what?”
“For hurting you. For pushing you away. For caring more about what you hadn’t told me than what you had.”
“I told you a lot of things,” I said.
Hunter laughed and nodded.
“Yes, you did,” he said. “By the way…. I’m having trouble figuring out what my next career move should be. Can I make an appointment with you tomorrow afternoon, or are you only a guidance counselor on Tuesdays?”
I swatted him playfully in the chest and he grabbed me, turning me so that he dipped me back over his lap and kissed me.
“I love you, Eleanor McIntire,” he said.
“I love you, too,” I said.
He looked at me quizzically.
“What’s wrong?” he said, straightening me up again.
“I really hate that name,” I told him. “I need to look into changing it.”
“Well,” he said, looking at me with a sparkle in those hypnotic green eyes. “I happen to know a way to go about that.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Eleanor
One year later…
“I’m not really sure that I’m comfortable with this, Auntie.”
I looked at Noah and laughed, shaking my head.
“The last time that I heard that at a wedding it started all this,” I said, gesturing around at the people who were scurrying around trying to finish the final preparations.
“Well, at least that was at a proper wedding.”
“What happened to you?” I asked, looking at him quizzically. “What happened to the nephew who I know who never fit in with all of the expectations, turned your back on the family business to be a baker, and married someone in a station beneath you?”
“Someone at a station beneath me at the company that I took over,” he pointed out. “See? I didn’t completely turn my back on the family business.”
He was arguing with me, but I could hear the levity in his voice and knew that he knew he had been caught.
“Alright,” I said, wrapping my arm around his waist to give him a hug. “You are a good boy.”
“I know.”
I smiled and watched as two men rushed past me with white chairs to set up at the ceremony site. I looked up at the sky, monitoring the clouds that had started forming on the edges of the horizon that morning and were gradually creeping in.
“This is what Hunter and I want,” I told Noah. “He doesn’t like all of the fuss and formality of big weddings. It makes him uncomfortable.”
“But you love all that fuss and formality,” Noah pointed out. “I’ve seen you turn your nose up at an entire marriage because the bridesmaids’ shoes weren’t dyed at the same time and one of them came out a slightly different shade.”
“That’s not necessarily a wedding requirement,” I pointed out. “That’s just tacky. Besides, I went through enough of that with my first wedding. I guess falling in love with Hunter changed me.”
“I hope not too much.”
“You hope not what too much?”
I turned and saw Hunter approaching us. He leaned down to kiss me before shooting a grin toward Noah.
“We were just talking about how much you’ve changed my life,” I said.
“Oh, really?” Hunter asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and sweeping me up against him. “Want to tell me?”
I hugged him back, but shook my head.
“I think that I’ve told you enough,” I said with a laugh. “I wouldn’t want you to get full of yourself.”
Hunter leaned down and kissed the soft spot beneath my ear.
“I’d like you to be full of me,” he whispered.
I gave a gasp of mock horror and then giggled, and Noah shook his head.
“I don’t think that that was something that I wanted to hear,” he said. “So, I’m really glad I didn’t. And on that note, I’m going to go find Snow. The last time I saw her she was wandering through the trees with Robin reminiscing about when we met. I think that she is considering purchasing controlling interest in the Enchanted Woods.”
“Is Fawn selling?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Noah said. “But I think that I, too, changed my partner a bit. She has learned the ways of the takeover.”
“I don’t think that she’d do that to Fawn,” I said.
“I do,” Hunter said with a laugh. “You two didn’t see Snow kick down Lucille’s door when she fired her. That woman is capable of anything.”