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and easy touch. It felt intimate in a way Amy had never been intimate with a man before.
     
    “Tell me you don’t-” he began again.
     
    Amy kissed him hard, smothering his words. She didn’t want to talk about love. She couldn’t think about it right now.
     
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and slid to the side, pulling him over on top of her.
     
    Patrick’s cock was hard. It throbbed with desire.
     
    Amy spread her legs. His cock entered her slowly in a measured, delicate move. He stared deeply into her eyes. It pleased him to see her face twist in pleasure.
     
    He began to move faster. Amy groaned as she felt her second orgasm that night build up inside her. Patrick’s thick cock hit her in all the right places.
     
    She dug her nails into his hard biceps. She hadn’t meant to scratch him, but she couldn’t help herself.
     
    “Tell me,” he whispered in her ear. “Tell me…” he repeated the phrase over and over.
     
    He began fucking her harder.
     
    She wrapped her legs around him, squeezing him between her thighs.
     
    He crashed into her again and again. Amy hoped it would never end, but even through the rapture of her climax, his words haunted her.
     
    Finally, she cried out, “Yes,” just as she came.
     
    “Yes?” he asked out of breath.
     
    “Yes, I love you.”
     
     
    5
     
    Amy watched the dark and white liquid swirl together in the glass. She smiled as the milk dissolved into the coffee. Patrick liked the overpowering sweetness of the breast milk best of all.
     
    She tapped the spoon on the edge of the glass and turned around to take the coffee mug into his private home office. As she headed down the hall the sound of murmuring voices stopped her in her tracks.
     
    Amy pressed her ear to a closed door. She could just make out the sound of a man and woman arguing. She strained to hear them, but couldn ’t make out what they were saying.
     
    A sudden shrill scream of frustration made Amy jump. She recognized the petulant whiny voice immediately: Anna Belle.
     
    Amy headed down the hall quickly. The last thing she wanted was another confrontation, but before she could duck into a room the door behind her opened.
     
    Anna Belle marched out into the hall. Amy stopped, took a breath, and turned to face her.
     
    Anna Belle’s eyes burned with fury, but what surprised Amy was the sight of Hunter behind her.
     
    “Amy,” he said. His voice was friendly and charming, with a hint of an accent.
     
    Amy smiled. Her mind reeled. She didn’t think Anna Belle would attack her in front of her father, but Amy knew she was seething with rage.
     
    “Hunter!” Amy greeted him as if they were old friends. She knew it would drive Anna Belle crazy.
     
    Hunter pushed past his daughter. When he reached Amy he took her hand between his and brought it to his lips. His soft lips met her flesh in one smooth delicate motion.
     
    Butterflies fluttered around in Amy’s stomach. Hunter had an old-fashioned charm you didn’t see in men today.
     
    “You’re better, sweetheart?”
     
    “Yes, thank you.”
     
    Amy peeked over Hunter’s shoulder at Anna Belle. She was watching the conversation like a predator sizing up its prey.
     
    “You were so gentle with me.”
     
    Amy added an inflection to her voice to make it sound like she was implying something more. She knew Anna Belle would hate it and, in truth she was turned on by Hunter.
     
    Before Patrick had whisked her away to a private room, she had shared an intimate moment with Hunter. It lasted minutes, but she kept replaying it in her head.
     
    Hunter smiled enigmatically. He had a few wrinkles around his eyes and laugh lines around his mouth, but it only added character to his face. For a moment, Anna Belle and Patrick were completely forgotten.
     
    “It’s my pleasure to help a lady in need.”
     
    Before releasing her hand, Hunter slipped Amy a small white paper. He winked and turned to Anna Belle. She was poised to say