Hidden Roots (Citrus Cove, #3)

by Clio Evans

“You can lay all the way on me,” she mumbled. “I like the weight of you on top of me.”

“Want to shower?” “Yes,” I murmured. “Good.” “I also want to get my rope and tie you up.”

“I’m into shibari,” I said. “I like playing with rope. Chest harnesses, suspension, all of the things. There are classes you can take in Austin that I go to occasionally.” “Whoa,” she said. “That sounds like fun.”

“Clearly I have a breeding kink. I don’t know if I want kids though,” I chuckled.

“I also like

spanking,” I said. “But with my hands. And I have bondage tape too. I’m interested in all the items I saw in your drawer.” Her cheeks turned red. “Tell me what you like.”

“I like being restrained. I like submitting, although only when someone earns the submission. But it’s nice to give into those desires and to let go of being in control. I’m used to having to make so many decisions in my everyday life, so giving up t...

“I like the idea of doing some role playing too,” she said. “But I’ve never done that before.” “Want me to come fix your sink?”

“Maybe I do.”

“If we do more, and especially if we start getting into BDSM activities, we need safe words,” I said.

“I like the stop light system,” she said. “Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for go.” “I like that too,” I agreed.

“And if I’m wearing a ball-gag…” Fuck. I needed to see that on her. “Then I like to hold up one finger for green, two for yellow, and three for red.”...

“Yes,” she said. “We can try it. Also… well, never mind.” “Uh uh. Tell me. Ask me.”

“CNC?” Fuck. “I’ve never done that before, but I’ve always fantasized about it. My turn with the soap.”

“Sparks. You’re playing with fire.” “I know,” she said. “But I like the burn, dimples.”

“Spread your legs.” “Yes, sir,” I whispered. “Good girl,” he murmured. The praise washed over me as I spread my legs for him. I looked down. “I like seeing you on your knees,” I teased.

“I’ll remember you said that. This knot will sit against your clit. When I tug on the rope, it will rub against it.” “Okay,” I whispered.

“Oh. Fuck. What if I get the rope wet?” “This rope is yours, sparks,” he said. “I expect it to get wet.”

“Watch,” he demanded. “Watch what I do to you.”

wasn’t used to this type of intimacy. Any time I’d ever been with someone it was always about the guy. But with Hunter, his focus was on me.

“You look so fucking hot taking my cock all tied up,” he said. “Look at you. Look at how well you take me.” “Yes,” I whimpered. “I take you so well.”

“My cock was made for you,” he growled. “You feel so good, Emma. I could stay like

this with you forever. I could fuck you every day for the rest of my life and it would feel like this every time.”

“How do you feel about laying on my couch still in rope while I make us lunch?” “I think that sounds like a dream come true.”

Flirty Hunter was the kind of man I’d happily get on my knees for. I was doomed.

God, we were idiots for each other. He shouldn’t have been able to make me feel the way he did, but here I was. Once again, I found myself wishing our fake engagement wasn’t fake at all.

“If I take you down, then you’ll send me a ten-minute voice message of you whimpering.” “What?” “You heard me.” I tipped my chin up. “I said what I said.”

“Why the fuck would

you want ten minutes of me whimpering?” “Explaining why isn’t part of the bet, but no one else would ever hear it. For my ears only.”

really wanted him to, though. I loved those audios online, they were hot as fuck. And maybe, secretly, the idea of him moaning my name the same way he had the other day was a huge turn on.

“Promise me,” he said seriously. “My whimpers are for your ears only.” “I promise,” I said. “For my ears only.”

“I don’t actually know self defense,” he whispered. “Just how to brawl with drunks.” “So you knew I’d take you down?” “Sure did.”

I’d never wanted anyone more in my entire life. Everything I did was because of her. Emma was the center of my universe, and that would never change, even if our lives spun out of control. “Fuck,” I gasped. “I need you. I’m so fucking needy for you.”

“The next time I fuck you, I’m going to make you beg,” I rasped. “You’re going to be crying out my name the same

way I’m saying yours now, sparks.”

Hunter Harlow was a man determined to die between my thighs. I gasped, pulling his hair as his tongue fucked me, his hands gripping my hips and holding me on the edge of the counter.

“Begging for you last night was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done,” he said.

“I’ve been wanting you all day.” “So you broke the pipe?”

“It was worth it,” I moaned, my eyes ...

“Emma. Fuck,” he rasped. “I need to see your face.”

It was crazy to think now that I ever hated him. The more I got to know the real Hunter, the more I realized I was falling for him. That scared the shit out of me.

I wanted that with him. I wanted this to be real.

I was angry, because she was in danger and no one fucking knew.

“You can’t get rid of me now,” I said. “Don’t you fucking get that?” “I can get rid of you just as easily as I let you into my life,” she snapped. “Leave. I don’t want you here anymore.

I don’t need your help, I’ll take care of it myself.”

“Baby, this isn’t your fault,” I said. “I am scared for you. I am scared he’d try to go after Donnie or harm you.” “I’ll be okay,” she whispered.

My gaze swept to her mouth, everything inside me screaming to kiss her. To taste her. I’d missed her so much it hurt.

“Any updates?” she asked. “It’ll be at least five hours. You don’t need to wait with me, sparks.” “I’m not leaving you.” I blew out a breath. “Okay.”

“I know I call him a rat,” I said. “But I really like your dog.” “Despite the betrayal, he likes you too. Clearly,” she snorted.

I’d missed him. I’d missed him so much, I realized. The last few days had felt empty without Hunter in them.