<b>Chapter </b><b>71 </b>
-HUNTER-
The drive home from my mother’s house had been a blur. I’d stopped at a bar on the way, needing something to dull the edge of the revtion burning a hole in my pocket.
Two sses of whiskeyter, I wasn’t drunk….just loose enough to feel dangerous.
The mansion was quiet when I arrived, most of the staff had retired for the night.
I headed straight to my study, intending to pour another drink and think through my nev caught my attention.
when light spilling from the kitchen
I paused in the doorway, watching her.
Celine stood with her back to me, reaching for something in the top cupboard. She wasn’t in her usual maid’s uniform but a simple blue dress that hugged her curves in a way that made my mouth go dry.
Her hair was down, falling in soft waves past her shoulders.
As she stretched higher, the hem of her dress rode up, revealing the curve of her thighs. The DNA test results felt heavy in my pocket, but at that moment, all I could think about was how much I wanted her.
I moved before I could think better of it, crossing the kitchen in silent strides. She didn’t hear meing, still focused on whatever she was trying to reach.
I slid my hands around her waist, feeling her body stiffen in surprise.
“Hunter!” she gasped, turning in my arms.
I kept her pinned against the counter, not ready to let her go.
Her brown eyes widened, a mix of surprise and something else–desire, maybe, or fear that someone might walk in on us.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, cing her hands on my chest to create distance. “You’ve been drinking.”
“Not enough to forget what I want,” I replied, my voice low.
I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, studying the delicate lines of her face. In the soft kitchen light, she looked almost ethereal.
“You’re drunk,” she used, but her voicecked conviction.
Iughed softly, burying my face in the curve of her neck, breathing in the scent of her–vani and something uniquely Celine.
“Not drunk. Just… done pretending.”
dy responded to her closeness instantly, <b>a </b>fact she <b>couldn’t </b><b>help </b><b>but </b><b>notice </b>given <b>how </b><b>close </b><b>we </b><b>stood</b>. <b>Eshould </b><b>have </b><b>been </b>gher about Caesar, demanding the truth about <b>our </b><b>son</b><b>, </b><b>but </b>at <b>that </b>moment<b>, </b>all reasonable <b>thought </b><b>had </b>abandoned me
<b>“</b><b>Hunter</b>,” <b>she </b>whispered<b>, </b>her <b>voice </b>catching <b>as </b><b>I </b><b>pressed </b><b>my </b><b>lips </b><b>to </b>her neck. <b>“</b><b>We </b><b>can’t</b>… <b>the </b>staff
Everyone’s <b>asleep</b>, I <b>murmured </b><b>against </b><b>her </b>skin<b>. </b>“<b>It’s </b><b>just </b>us.”
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I captured her lips with mine, unable to hold back any longer. The kiss was hungry, desperate……all the pent–up desire I’d been fighting for weeks poured into this one moment.
My hands found her hips, then slid lower to the thighs I’d been admiring moments before.
She resisted at first, her hands pushing weakly against my chest, but then something shifted. With a soft sigh, she melted into me. her arms sliding up around my neck as she kissed me back with equal fervor.
“This isn’t a mistake,” I whispered against her lips, needing her to understand. “Not likest time. I want you, Celine. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
Her eyes searched mine, looking for the truth. “Why now?”
It was a fair question…one I wasn’t ready to answer honestly. Not yet. Not until I unders
rything myself.
“Because I’m tired of fighting it,” I said instead, which was true enough. “Tired of pretending I don’t feel this… pull whenever you’re
near<b>.</b>”
She trembled in my arms, her resolve visibly weakening. “Hunter, we should talk…”
“Later,” I promised, kissing her again. “We’ll talkter.”
The rational part of my brain, the part not clouded by whiskey and desire…knew this was backward.
We should be talking first. About Caesar. About the secrets between us. But the feel of her in my arms, soft and yielding, drove all reason from my mind.
Hifted her onto the counter, stepping between her legs as she gasped in surprise. Her dress rode up further, and I ran my hands along the smooth skin of her thighs, marveling at how perfectly she fit against me.
“You’re beautiful,” I told her, meaning it more than any words I’d ever spoken. “So damn beautiful it hurts to look at your sometimes.”
A flush spread across her cheeks. “Hunter…”
“Tell me to stop,” I challenged her softly. “Tell me you don’t want this as much as I do.”
Her answer was quick. She rushed forward, her fingers weaving through my hair as she kissed me with a passion that matched my
own.
It was raw, hungry, and desperate like we’d both been holding our breath for too long. Her lips were soft yet demanding, her tongue tangling with mine in a rhythm that felt both familiar and entirely new.
Whatever walls we’d built between us came crashing down in that moment, leaving only the heat and the need.
I pressed her back against the cool granite countertop, my hands roaming over her body like I was mapping every <b>curve</b><b>, </b><b>every </b><b>dip</b>, every inch of skin I’d spent weeks dreaming up about.
Her dress crowded around her waist, and I felt the heat of her through the <b>thin </b><b>fabric of </b><b>her </b>underwear
My <b>fingers </b><b>traced </b>the edge of <b>it</b>, teasing, testing, <b>until </b><b>she </b><b>moaned </b><b>into </b><b>my </b><b>mouth</b><b>, </b>her <b>nails </b><b>digging </b><b>into </b><b>my </b><b>shoulders </b>
<b>Hunter</b>, <b>she </b>whispered <b>again</b><b>, </b>her <b>voice </b>thick with desire. <b>“</b><b>Please</b>,
I didn’t need to be told twice. I broke the kiss, trailing kisses down her neck, and her corbone, my hands working to free her <b>from </b>
the confines of her dress.
She lifted her hips to help me, the fabric sliding down her legs and pooling at her feet.
She was wearing nothing underneath, and the sight of her bare, trembling body sent a jolt of desire straight to my core.
I stepped between her legs, my hands gripping her thighs as I pressed her back against the counter.
She gasped as I positioned myself against her, the hardness of my jeans a stark contrast to the softness of her skin.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I groaned, my breath hot against her ear.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, her hands sliding down my chest to the bu“ but her touch was sure, and I hissed as she freed me from the confines of my pants
I didn’t waste any time.
my jeans. Her fingers were trembling,
I turned her around, pressing her chest against the cool granite, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She braced herself on her elbows, her ass tilted up invitingly, and I groaned at the sight.
“You’re going to feel every inch of me,” I warned, my voice rough with need.
She shivered, her breathing in short gasps. “I want you,<i>” </i>she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of our ragged breathing. “Now, Hunter. Please.”
I didn’t make her wait. I gripped her hips, pulling her back against me as I thrust into her in one smooth motion. She cried out, her head falling back as she took me in, her walls tight and hot around me.
I groaned, my hands tightening on her hips as I began to move, slow at first, then faster, harder, each thrust driving us both closer to the edge.
“Say my name,” I demanded, my voice hoarse as I pounded into her from behind. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“Hunter<i>,</i><i>” </i>she whispered, her voice breaking. “It feels so good. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
I had <i>no </i>intention of stopping. I angled my thrusts, hitting her deeper, harder, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the kitchen.
Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I could feel her trembling, her muscles clenching around me as she wavered on the edge.
“Cum for me,” I growled, my hands sliding down to grip her thighs, pulling her legs wider as I drove into her relentlessly.
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”
Her cries shattered the air as she came, her body shaking around me, her walls milking me in a rhythm that had me <b>following </b><b>her </b>over the edge.
I thrust into her onest time, my release crashing over me like a wave, my name on her lips as she trembled <b>in </b><b>my </b><b>arms</b>.
For a moment, we just stood there, breathless, our hearts <b>pounding </b><b>in </b><b>unison</b>.
<b>I </b><b>pulled </b>out slowly, careful <b>not </b><b>to </b>break the spell, and <b>turned </b><b>her </b><b>to </b><b>face </b>me, <b>She </b>leaned <b>against </b><b>me</b><b>, </b><b>her </b><b>legs </b><b>still </b>shaky<b>, </b><b>her </b>lips <b>curved </b><b>in </b><b>a </b>satisfied smile<b>. </b>
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“That,” she said, her voice soft and breathless, “was worth every second of waiting.”
<b>65</b><b>% </b>
I kissed her forehead, my arms tightening around her. “We’re not waiting anymore,” I promised, my voice low and sure. “Not for anything.”
“What happens now?” she asked quietly, voicing the question hanging between us.
I stroked her hair, thinking of the DNA test in my jacket pocket, of all the questions I needed to ask. But not yet. Not when she felt so right in my arms.
“Now I take you to bed,” I said, lifting her easily. “My bed. Where <i>you </i>should have been all along.”
Her eyes widened. “Hunter, I can’t… Caesar….”
“Is asleep,” I finished for her. “And Sally won’t wake him if he calls out. One night, Celine. G between us.”
She hesitated, then nodded slowly. “One night.”
e one night without boundaries
I carried her through the silent house, and up the stairs to my suite. Tomorrow would bringplications, questions, and possibly pain. But tonight–tonight was ours. <fn16df> This text is hosted at Find[F]ovel</fn16df>
As Iid her on my bed, I knew with unmistakable certainty that everything had changed. She wasn’t just my maid. She was the mother of my child. And somehow, without my permission, she had be important to me.
“Hunter,” she whispered as I joined her, her hand cupping my face with a tenderness that made my chest ache. “What changed? Why tonight?”
I could have told her then. About my mother. About the test. About knowing Caesar was mine. But selfishly, I wanted this one night of simple desire before everything becameplicated.
<i>“</i>Nothing changed,” I lied, kissing her gently. “I just stopped fighting what I’ve felt all along.”
As she melted into me once more, I pushed away the guilt of my omission. Tomorrow woulde soon enough, with its truths and consequences.
Tonight was about us–<i>just </i>Hunter and Celine, without the weight of our pasts or the wavering of our future.
And as I lost myself in her again, I realized with startling clearness that I was falling in love with her. That perhaps I had been from the beginning.
It was a terrifying thought. But not nearly as terrifying as the possibility of losing her once she knew what I knew.
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