My eyes open only when I can win the fight against the buttons on my pants, and very slowly I lower myself, kneeling before him. Without ever failing to face the green irises that shine through voluptuousness, I pull the edges of Hunter's underwear, releasing what wonderfully matches his size.I hold your limb in my hands, having to use both to even feel your weight. Thick veins stretch through the smooth and slightly inclined extension, and the pink head makes me salivate. I take it in my mouth without having the slightest embarrassment of what I am doing, guided by the most basic instinct of sexuality.The raw contact of your skin around my tongue makes me burn, and I delight myself with the way I feel him throbbing at the reach of the inside of my cheek, sucking and rubbing my lips in quick crackles.A gloriously satisfied moan sounds above my head, and I look up at Hunter, amazed at the greed that colors his features. Well, maybe I'm not that frivolous.Tensioning his jaw as he lo

I have no right to judge anything he has done in his past, so I keep quiet. The silence seems to bother you, because you are quickly turning to face me, perhaps waiting for a nervous breakdown. Or at least an indication that I care.“That is... Complicated "I say, because I can't find anything better to say.Hunter offers me a smile devoid of emotion."That's what happens to boys who don't have anyone in the world, Suzy. Anything looks better than poverty.”Your tone makes my heart stop.“Where were your parents? "I ask, sitting as close as I can without it looking like I'm invading your space."I've never met my real parents," he crosses his arms. "They took me when I was still too small and too dumb to believe that I wouldn't get help if I tried to run away.”"Who are they? “I insist.Hunter lets out a grunt, certainly sorry."People who take advantage of poor families to take children to an unknown country, and train them to serve whatever they want. My job was to contribute to the

Hunter decides to change the subject suddenly."What time do you come home?”"I don't know.”“And what am I going to do all day?”I squeeze my hair with a thin ligation, curling the dark tips with a slight cuddle of my fingers."Do what you want.”“Alone? "He asks in a horrified tone. "I don't want to be locked up at home while you work.”I turn around with a pearl earring hanging on my left ear and support one hand on my waist."Poor foreign baby" cantarolo, imitating a childish voice. "Do you need a nanny?”Suddenly your green irises light up with a genuine interest."In fact, I just need someone who is willing to offer me a few hours in exchange for the company of the best lover you can dream of "roo, presumptuous. "What do you say, pretty girl?”"I say this was your worst sung "I answer, ignorant to the shiver that the sexual connotation causes in my nerves.His laughter directly hits my ears when I lower myself next to him to reach my shoes, but, dissatisfied with my dedication t

“Noted! "Colton touches two fingers on his forehead and quickly pushes them away in greeting, and still smiling, he turns to me. Their playful blue eyes are shaded by eyelashes so large that they touch the skin below their eyebrows, and even so dissonant from the dark laurel in their short hair, they adorn wonderfully with the soft jaw and the mouth with a fleshy lower lip. He is the perfect image of the heartthrob that drives any young lady crazy. "Since the wait for lunch has become the den of confessions, I admit that I was resentful not to receive a wedding invitation from my first passion.”"First unrequited passion" I correct, partially embarrassed. It's not news that Colton had caught my attention before Dean showed up playing Prince Charming, but we were never more than good colleagues. "And I didn't want you to give me bad luck.”"I wasn't invited either! "Bedereclaims, pouting."Because you are all birds of bad omen," reapplies Penelope, biting her nails.From the surprise e

My hand is so trembling that it slips over the fabric around Hunter's arm, and I have to hold on to him with my own nails, taking us away from the views of Crow and his young companion.This is not a good start.Although Crow is the last on my list of possible co-workers, even if I have no interest in your company in the cosmetics segment, it is not good to give up a possible alliance.Perhaps on the day he gives his arm to cheer and understand that, despite being a woman and a few years younger than many men who intend to reach the edge of my professional success, I have no illusion that I can stay on top without the right friendships."Can we leave now? “Hunter asks.I tilt my head to the side, frowning my eyebrows.“We just arrived, Hunt.”"That's why I want to go back home," he curls his lips. "The more time I spend among these people, the worse I feel.”And I understand. Because the cause that motivates the existence of Hunter is considerably opposite to what happens in this plac