Baby Love Me Page 2

  This wasn’t good. She knew right then that she was aroused. Really, really aroused. And this was definitely not hormones. She desired this man. She wasn’t ashamed to admit she wanted him inside her. Right now.

  But damn that Hunter. Was he playing a game with her again? Like that time they’d bargained with the three-meter rule.

  “Hunter,” she mewed, her breath growing heavier by the second, when Hunter still remained stationary.

  “Mmm.” Hunter smirked in amusement, arms folded across his broad chest.

  “Are you going to make love to me or just stand there like a Greek god?” Clarice rasped.

  Hunter, seeing her flustered state, slowly smiled, his eyes twinkling in wicked amusement, before crawling toward her like a lethal tiger out to attack its prey. This only made Clarice’s insides quiver even more.

  “Am I?” Hunter pretended to act coy, playing the game of hunter and prey. “I don’t know. You tell me. Should I?”

  “I think you should.” Clarice panted. She wasn’t sure whether she could hold on to her sanity any longer as Hunter continued to prolong his act.

  “I don’t know. Somehow I find this more fascinating.” Hunter picked up her dainty ankle and started licking it.

  “Hunter, what are you doing?” she rasped out in surprise.

  “This hunter has found his favorite fruit. I will taste it, tease it, eat it, and devour it until I’m satisfied.”

  “What are you talking about?” She panted, head rolled back, eyes gazing at Hunter with unbridled desire. “You’re talking like I’m your fruit.”

  “Yes, you are, Clarice. You’re my fruit,” Hunter huskily said, tongue trailing along her inner leg, travelling higher and higher until he reached her inner thigh. “You’re my favorite fruit, Clarice. So delicious.”

  She shut her eyes as Hunter licked every inch of her thighs. His hot tongue was like velvet on her skin. Beautiful and silky smooth. But his rough stubble was like sandpaper. That drastic contrast in sensation made her wet with longing.

  “And what fruit is that?” she asked in her hazy state.

  “An avocado.” And that was when Hunter surprised her again by sucking the flesh of her inner core, the entrance to her soul.

  Oh dear heaven! That was totally unexpected. Clarice’s body rocked, shuddered, then exploded, sending her whole head slamming against the pillow and a million stars playing in her eyes. She bit her lips, trying to suppress herself, but a desperate amorous moan still leaked out.

  “Hunter!” She shuddered again, managing to break her train of illicit thoughts. She wanted so much to grip his hair, to grab ahold of him, to stop this stupid, ridiculous, and oh-so-mind-blowing action he inflicted upon her, but she couldn’t see his head. Her round stomach was in the way. So she continued to plead, beg him to finish her off.

  Stop tormenting me with this never-ending pleasure. I need release.

  Hunter didn’t listen to her inner thoughts. He continued to suck the lips of her flesh, making her core throb and produce more of her nectar. His hot tongue continued to dig deeper, licking every spot, every crevice to get the last of her honey.

  And Clarice did release more as climax upon climax rocked her core over and over again. That hot tongue, that rough friction, it only made her body softer and more malleable. Hunter took this advantage and bent her, contorting her to meet his position, until his manhood was hovering at the entrance of her core. And just when he was about to enter her, he paused.

  “You want me, baby?” he asked, surprising her yet again, his eyes gazing down at her with heated passion.

  “Yes, I want you, Hunter. Please take me.” She begged him just as quickly, not breaking eye contact, hoping he wasn’t playing one of his games again. She knew she couldn’t take it any longer. She was almost at her limit.

  “Then say you love me. Say you love me, baby.”

  She knew it! He was only seducing her to admit she loved him.

  So be it. She’d say it.

  “Hunter, I… I…” But another climax rocked her, preventing her from saying that sentence.

  “Say you love me, baby. Say it.”

  Hunter didn’t give up. He pushed, wanting her to say those words so badly his chest hurt. He was like a taut string. One side wanted to hear her say those words while the other just wanted to dig his manhood into her to satisfy his craving for her.

  “Hunter… Hunter… I…”

  Hunter snapped. His string of resistance broke. “I can’t take this any longer. I want you right now.” He claimed her lips, kissing her so passionately that Clarice’s toes curled with the many beautiful emotions.

  “I’m all yours.” She panted, happy to comply with his request. “Please take me. I’m all yours.”

  Hunter smirked and repositioned himself again.

  After her countless climaxes, Clarice’s entrance was already sleek and smooth, ready for Hunter’s manhood to enter her. He slipped deep in one smooth motion. She held on to him tight, fingers digging into his back as he thrust into her.

  One long stroke, two short strokes. One long stroke, two short strokes. And then repeat.

  She couldn’t differentiate her feelings anymore. Somehow, she felt she was no longer in the human realm. Hunter and she were floating in their own world made of flesh. Skin against skin, lips against lips, arms and legs entwined as one entity.

  “My Clarice, my avocado, my goddess, my woman. You’re my everything. I love you. I love you,” Hunter chanted, again and again, so Clarice had the chant now ingrained in her mind.

  Clarice wanted to tell him in return that she loved him, that he was her one and only, the only man she’d ever loved, had ever wanted to live with and spend the rest of her life with. So she shouted her answer as Hunter continued with his sensual thrust.

  “Hunter… I… I…”

  But she couldn’t utter another word. She exploded again, colorful fireworks playing before her eyes. And before she knew it, she flew back to earth and collapsed, closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

  It was the sound of birds singing outside her window that woke Clarice the next morning. Tired from all their bedroom exercises last night, she checked the time on her cell phone and gave a yelp, then threw a pillow in Hunter’s direction. It landed smack on his face.

  “Clarice,” he grumbled. “What’s with the pillow?”

  “You… you… you seduced me last night.” She accused him.

  “Who seduced who? As I recall, it was you who said you have bedroom eyes.”

  “It was you who started stripping.”

  “It’s not my fault you found a certain part of my body fascinating.”

  Clarice’s face burned red when she remembered what happened last night and specifically how her eyes refused to deviate from his manhood.

  “Shut up and get dressed. Go down and make breakfast. I’m going to be late for work.” When Hunter didn’t obey her and continued to sit back, chuckling at her, she scolded him. “Stop laughing. Get up. Now!”

  Clarice fluffed around the room and rummaged through her wardrobe to look for new clothing. She was doing a splendid job making her room look even more like a love nest, with clothes from last night scattered all over the floor. She shook her head and continued with her quest, when Hunter’s insistent harping interrupted her.

  “Baby.”

  “What?” she snapped back, glaring at him.

  “You’re naked. You know that.”

  Clarice looked down at herself. Dear heaven, she was completely naked, like the day she was born.

  Feeling embarrassed and slightly flustered, she pulled the bed sheets from Hunter to wrap around her body, only to have Hunter’s naked body exposed to her.

  She yelped, closed her eyes, and quickly turned the other way. Then she yelled at him, “Why were you sleeping in the nude?”

  “That’s because we did it last night and I can’t be bothered putting on clothes to sleep. I guess the same could be said about you.�
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  “I don’t sleep in the nude. Now where is that shirt?’ she mumbled to herself and got back to work. Then when she glanced at the clock again, she fluffed around even more. “Dear heaven, I’m going to be late for sure now. I have surgery today, you know. I don’t like being late for surgery. It’s all your fault. You seduced me, Hunter. And that’s the end of the story.”

  Hunter only chuckled and went to wrap his arms around Clarice before kissing her nape, calming her.

  “Calm down. Go and take your shower, and I’ll make you breakfast.”

  “You better,” Clarice said before making her escape, but Hunter was still holding her tight. “Let go.” She struggled within his arms.

  “Morning kiss first,” he said.

  “Not without you brushing your teeth first,” she growled and struggled some more.

  “Well, a little peck on the cheek will suffice, then,” he bargained.

  “Fine.” Clarice surrendered and gave him a quick peck, then ran off, the bed sheets all wrapped up around her body, her bottom still showing as she waddled to the shower.

  Hunter couldn’t stop laughing. He ended up falling back on the bed, belly pointing to the ceiling. Clarice only got to the bathroom door when she snapped her head back at him.

  “Stop laughing at me, caveman.”

  “Stop being so seductive, medieval woman.”

  “Caveman Casanova,” she retorted.

  “Medieval avocado,” he tossed back.

  “Stop with the name-calling. And cut that hair of yours. It’s annoying me.”

  “Only when we make love.”

  “I’m not talking to you anymore.” Then she slammed the door shut.

  Ten minutes later, Clarice came down the stairs, still in her flustered state. Hunter presented her with his homemade breakfast—cereal. She only gulped down three spoonfuls when she fluffed around some more, looking for her shoes, before finally giving Hunter a halfhearted good-bye kiss on the lips and disappearing out the door.

  Hunter followed right behind.

  Clarice got in the car then ducked her head out the window. When her eyes landed on Hunter, she said, “When I come home today, I want to see you with a new hairstyle. No sparrow’s nest. And shave that stubble. If you don’t—”

  Clarice couldn’t finish her sentence. Hunter’s face bombarded her breathing space.

  “And if I don’t…” He teased, holding on to her face and inching his lips closer until they brushed her cheek. “You won’t let me sleep with you? You won’t let me lick you, taste you, eat—”

  Clarice shoved his head out the window in sheer embarrassment. Thoughts such as making love and sleeping together shouldn’t occupy her mind this early in the morning. It just wasn’t appropriate.

  “If you don’t…” She warned him again. But then her eyes caught sight of the time. She started her engine and shouted to Hunter, just before taking off, “Just make sure you cut that hair.” And then she was gone.

  “Take care, baby.” Hunter waved at the red car until it disappeared out of sight.

  The sky shone a promising blue, although the wind was a bit ferocious this morning, whipping the leaves about. The magnolia tree beside Clarice’s house was nothing but bare bark now.

  So winter is finally here, he thought. He should go out and buy some warmer wear for Clarice and himself.

  Closing the door and locking it, he chuckled to himself when he thought back on his woman. Another day, same old Clarice. He wondered how much longer he’d have to wait before Clarice admitted she loved him.

  Chapter 3

  The weather was breezy this morning. Despite this, the air-conditioner was turned on to full blast in Anton’s office. That’s because he was feeling hot inside. And he blamed it on Fern, who’d been distracting him nonstop during working hours, and now he couldn’t resist the temptation to kiss her.

  But who’s to know? he thought. Once in a while, he could let the cat out of the bag and enjoy a moment of blissful happiness.

  When he pulled back, Fern was already blushing, a perfect match to her cooper mane. Anton couldn’t resist the temptation to kiss her again. And just when he was about to take action, there was a knock on the door, making him scramble back in a flustered state to get himself into his normal stoic CEO persona.

  Who in God’s name wants to die at this hour? Anton grumbled in his head, scowling, just as Fern began laughing.

  “It’s not funny, Fern,” he scolded her.

  “What would the staff say if they saw you in this state?” Fern teased, kissing Anton’s cheek.

  He wasn’t prepared for that. Nor was he prepared when Fern wrapped her arms around his neck from behind his chair.

  “Fern, I think we should stop.”

  “Do you want to stop?”

  Of course, he didn’t want to stop kissing those luscious lips, but this was, after all, working hours, and he must abide by the rules. No fooling around during working hours.

  Just as Anton reprimanded Fern and prepared himself to invite the guest inside, the door to his office was already swung open.

  Anton made another scolding face when he saw the guest sauntering leisurely towards him.

  “What do you want, Hunter?” He got straight to the point when he saw his cousin. “I’m kind of busy here.”

  “Yeah, I can see that,” Hunter said, turning his gaze to Fern and grinning.

  Hunter had suspected something was up with his best friend and cousin. Well, at least he was glad Anton had captured his friend’s eyes, and Fern vice versa, because truth be told, he was quite scared to make an enemy out of his own cousin. He really didn’t want to fight for Clarice’s affection, but if Anton were to continue to pursue Clarice, then Anton would be his number one competitor. But that was all over now, so there was really no need to worry about anything anymore. All his obstacles had been overcome. Clarice had fully trusted him, despite his past.

  Thinking about Clarice, he really wanted to make her something nice for dinner. He wanted to surprise her with his amazing talent in the kitchen. The last time was a disaster, but this time he’d be all prepared. Surely, nothing could go wrong.

  He planned to go shopping after this and maybe get that haircut Clarice had mentioned, but first, he needed to talk to Anton about some documents regarding the merger of Bass Enterprises and Silverton Corporation, which Anton had him prepare. Then there was also the discussion about passing the title of heir to his cousin.

  Despite his father saying he was his only son, Hunter still felt it wasn’t right. He wanted to build his own empire by himself, with his own two hands. He’d had enough of eating out of his father’s and Anton’s hands. It was about time he grew some backbone and supported himself.

  While they were busy arguing backward and forward about this topic, Hunter couldn’t help noticing his cousin’s attention wasn’t fully concentrated on his task. Usually, his cousin would be really adamant in getting his message across, but today he only agreed to everything he said. His cousin’s eyes kept straying in Fern’s direction, who was sitting on the far corner of the couch, reading some magazines. After they’d finished with their meeting, Anton stood up immediately, as if he were in a hurry to do something.

  Well, he had his suspicions, and he wasn’t going anywhere until he’d cleared the air.

  “So were you two making out before I came in?” he let out.

  Anton suddenly choked on air when he heard his cousin ask this. Fern, who was some distance away, got so worried that she ran to his side and started rubbing his back for support, while Hunter flopped over backward on the couch in laughter.

  After Anton calmed himself down, he suppressed the urge to yell at his cousin but said through gritted teeth instead, “Don’t accuse people of inappropriate behavior. It’s you who would likely do that.”

  “Well, I’m just seeing evidence.”

  “What evidence?” Anton gasped. If anyone found out he’d been kissing Fern during working hours, he w
ould be in deep shit.

  “You have Fern’s lipstick on your lips.”

  “What the bloody hell…?” Anton immediately took out his handkerchief and smeared his lips to see if indeed there was lipstick, except when he looked at it, there was—

  “Choice, that was bloody hilarious. You fell for it.” Hunter laughed again, throwing back his head.

  Anton was now seeing red. He had about enough of Hunter playing this mischievous game with him. He stalked to his cousin, wanting to smack some sense into him, but Fern got in the way first.

  “Fern, move. I’m going to reprimand my cousin.”

  “Hunter is only teasing you.”

  “But he…”

  “Come now. Don’t be like that. I like you better when you’re all tame.” Fern soothed Anton’s anger. “Now you did say you’ll take me to lunch, right? I’m very hungry right now. You wouldn’t want me to starve now, would you?”

  “Yes, I did promise you,” Anton said immediately, remembering his promise.

  “Ha-ha-ha.” Over on the other side, Hunter was still laughing his head off.

  “Hunter…” Anton was getting riled up again, but Fern held his hand tight, patting him gently, so Anton just clucked his tongue at his cousin and said, “If you continue to behave like this, I’m sure it’s not long before Clarice tosses you aside and finds someone else.

  Hunter swallowed back his laughter and apologized. That was what he got for making fun of other people’s love lives.

  Once he calmed down, he asked, “So you two are a couple, then?”

  Suddenly, Anton was looking all nervous. He went to grab some files and was fumbling around, putting them into drawers, a task that wasn’t required, until Fern’s hands came to embrace his arms.

  “Oh Hunter. You’re so smart,” she said. “Yes, Anton and I are an item.”

  “Well, well, well, in all my life I would never have imagined my own cousin succumbing to love. And here I thought he was a human robot with no emotion.”

  “That’s enough, Hunter.” Anton attempted to salvage his reputation. “I have work today.”

  “Didn’t you say you have lunch with Fern?”