Misplaced Princess (Foreign Affairs, Book One) by Lexxie Couper, Mari Carr Page B

what they were here for. No more. No less. Just this.
    He planted soft kisses on her lips, cheeks, neck, even her closed eyelids, and Annie followed suit. He’d never felt such adoration. Neither of them sought to undress or to take the game to the next level. They simply gave and received while holding on tight.
    Annie changed the rules first. Her hand left his chest, drifting south until it hovered above his cock. Their eyes met and held. She gave him a sexy grin while trying to unbuckle his belt and open his jeans.
    Hunter didn’t stop her. Instead, he bent his knees, holding himself up with his hands on the blanket. He wasn’t a saint, but above that, he was no fool. He wanted her to touch him. Once she had his pants open, she wasted no time in exposing his cock and gripping it tightly, letting him know she had arrived at her destination.
    He hissed between gritted teeth, trying to ignore how fucking good it felt. He was no stranger to fooling around, but in the past, he’d always managed to give as good as he got. Annie’s rough rubs against his aching flesh sent him to the top too fast. He needed to get control.
    He was about to slow down her sexy pumping when she moved. She shoved against his chest, forcing him away from, then rose on her knees. She pressed him to his back, quickly assuming the top position. Then—holy fuck—she shifted lower.
    Hunter closed his eyes, blinded by the stars flashing behind his eyelids as Annie bent down and took him in her mouth.
    “Jesus, Annie! So fucking good.”
    He felt rather than saw her lips curve around the head of his cock. Her grip tightened at the base. He was too large for her to take in all at once, but he’d be damned if she wasn’t giving it a try. The head of his dick brushed the back of her throat and he groaned. Annie retreated completely, releasing him with a pop.
    Hunter parted his lids, found her looking at him.
    “I want you to come in my mouth.”
    It was all she said before she started to suck his cock back inside.
    Hunter swallowed heavily. Fuck. Given the way she was working his erection, he’d say that ending was a foregone conclusion. Worst part was it wasn’t going to take long. Hunter started counting heads of cattle in his mind, trying to prolong her sweet torment, but it didn’t help.
    He reached for her, stroking her hair, whispering words of jumbled nonsense—all his overwrought brain could manage.
    “So pretty. God, Annie. Jus’ like that. Fuck me. So fucking— Fuck me .” Somehow his crazy talk seemed to stoke her own needs. He watched her use her free hand to grasp her breast, pinching the nipple hard.
    The added visual fueled his arousal and he was lost. He gripped her face. “Gotta come. Gotta—” They were the only words he managed before his cock erupted. Annie didn’t pull away. Instead she took each drop as her reward, swallowing until he was spent.
    Hunter’s head, which he’d lifted at some point to watch her, fell back against the blanket. Sweat rolled down the side of his face, but he didn’t have the strength to wipe it away. His heart pounded so hard he feared it would burst.
    Annie moved, coming to lie beside him once more. Hunter turned to face her, gripping her hip and pressing her against his now flaccid cock. He kissed her, long and deep. She’d just rocked his world.
    She wiggled against him, trying to find a bit of satisfaction of her own. Hunter broke the kiss, reaching down to unfasten her shorts.
    “Hunter,” she whispered.
    “Shh. Your turn.” Annie hadn’t bothered removing his pants; instead she’d simply grasped what she wanted. He followed suit.
    Pressing his finger against her clit, he marveled at how wet she was. Most women treated blowjobs like a nasty bit of foreplay they merely endured. That didn’t appear to be true for Annie. Her nipples were pebbled, poking through her t-shirt, and her cunt was soaking wet and hot as the summer sun. Hunter shoved his entire hand deeper into her