Hansel and Gretel With the Sexual Hunter by Liz Adams Page B

it to pieces inside her mouth. Her pussy spasmed and
tightened around that prick pushing deep within her. What if it were Hansel
inside her? What if she could be his fiancée and this cock was him wanting her,
loving her, giving to her? The climax lasted longer, rumbling across her body,
filling her every limb with sensations she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.
    And then the last of the waves crashed along her shore.
She caught her breath from the exertion. The guy behind her stopped his
thrusts, pulled out, and she heard the snap of his condom come off. As far as
she knew he was still hard. He didn’t come yet. Probably saving his stamina for
another client. Didn’t matter. She got what she had paid for, though she doubted
she would have gotten there so quickly had it not been for Hansel.
    “The money’s in the top left drawer,” she said.
    Through the scope she saw Hansel drying his hair with a
towel. His body was wet, his cock hung freely, tired from the workout. She
looked lovingly at his bulging muscles as they worked to dry his blond hair,
his firm chest, his ribbed abs, his muscle-popping thighs. When he turned away,
she noticed the perfect V-shape silhouette of his torso. And, oh, he just
clenched his butt cheeks in the most delightful way. What an amazing specimen
of a man.
    It was a shame she would have to kill him.

 
    ***

 
    Riding in the cab behind the cabdriver, Gretel watched
the last of the day’s light caress the skyscrapers. The photo shoot had ended a
little earlier than expected, but the hours still felt much too long having to
wait to see Hansel again. She remembered the day she first met Hansel. She had
been sitting on a park bench with her best friend and fellow model Minx.
    Minx had a Kindle with her and was reading an erotic
version of Alice in Wonderland to Gretel. “ ‘He squeezed her breasts then
pulled her neckline to look down. Alice knew she should pull away, but became
too captivated by watching him explore and discover her body, his face so
intent, so driven, as though all the answers could be found down the front of
her dress.’ ”
    Gretel laughed. “Alice is such a slut.”
    Minx crossed her legs, her thigh muscles flexing a
little tighter than usual. “Are you kidding? We’re practically a quarter of the
way through the story and she hasn’t had sex with anyone, yet. Just petting and
rubbing.”
    “Well knowing you, you just want Alice to have sex with
every single character in the story.”
    “Don’t be all Ms. Prudy-pants with me, Gretel. You may
want sex with just one character in the story, but you’d want all the other
characters to watch.”
    Gretel smiled and held up her hands. “Guilty as
charged.”
    “Come on. Let’s get some chocolate.” Minx jumped up and
tucked her Kindle in her tiny black cross-body purse. “I always need chocolate
when I’m horny.”
    Gretel picked up her violet Hermès clutch purse from
her lap. “You always need chocolate, period.”
    “Touché.”
    There was a candy store just at the edge of the park.
As soon as Gretel and Minx strolled into the empty store, the chubby guy behind
the counter saw them, tripped, and fell. It probably wasn’t everyday he saw two
stunning girls walk into the store.
    The swinging employees-only door opened. Gretel
practically drooled. One of the yummiest men Gretel had ever seen stepped out.
He was muscled, lean, compact. Yep. Yummy, with blond-hair and blue-eyes. An
Adonis. Adonis helped up his fallen soldier. “Ross, you okay?”
    “Yeah, I, uh, just—”
    Yummy Adonis brushed off the light smudge of dirt from
the legs of Ross’s pants. “Go ahead and deal with the inventory. I got this
one.”
    Ross nodded and went into the back through the swinging
door. Adonis picked up a damp cloth and wiped his hands. “Can I help you?” His
husky voice was also delicious.
    Minx spoke with her seductive tone. Apparently, Adonis’s
thick biceps didn’t go unnoticed. “Right now, I’m looking