Love in Paris (The Art Models Club Book 4) by Amanda Meadows Read Free Book Online Page B

better.”
    “ Awesome,” Hunter said and left the room.
    Amber stomped over to the sofa. Did he really think it was acceptable to get turned on by some bimbo on a video with her in the next room? How the hell did he think that made her feel? Finally, she couldn't take it any longer. Furious, she stormed into the bedroom.
    “How dare you?” she seethed. “What kind of guy says he loves a girl and then uses a cheap porn movie to get himself . . .Why the hell are you laughing?”
    Hunter clutched his stomach as he laughed, twisting on the bed. He pointed at the television.
    “I don't need to see your filthy . . .”
    Amber broke off and stared in confusion at the television. Instead of the porn she was expecting, there was some sort of historical documentary on.
    “So you changed the channel when you heard me come in? Big deal!”
    Hunter was still laughing.
    “Your face . . .” he managed to get out. “If you could see  . . .how . . .pissed off you are right now . . .priceless!”
    Amber stared at him coldly, only growing more angry. How dare he laugh at her like this!
    “Remote . . .kitchen . . .sink,” Hunter gasped.
    Amber turned and stalked off. Of course he was going to try to get out of this. She strode into the kitchen, certain he was going to hide the remote control for the bedroom television while she went on this wild goose chase. But then she stopped and stared at the counter. It couldn't be the remote!
    Whirling around, she searched for the living room remote and saw it was in its rightful place in the little basket on the coffee table. Her mouth fell open. She couldn't believe it. He had purposely set her up! She angrily stormed back into the bedroom.
    “ That was mean and hateful!” she ranted.
    Seeing him there, sitting beneath the sheet as though he was perfectly innocent, further enraged her. She jumped on the bed, grabbed a pillow and started smacking him with it as hard as she could. He raised his hands and shifted on the bed to protect himself. Finally, she got tired and threw down the pillow.
    “Turn over and look at me while I'm hitting you!”
    And then Hunter shifted onto his back and the sheet slid down. Amber simply gaped as she realized that he was completely naked and fully turned on. She tried to move her head, to look away.
    “I'm sorry, baby,” Hunter said, sitting up, his eyes blazing with passion. “I've been exceedingly naughty. Why don't you finish punishing me?”
    He pulled her closer. “Why don't you punch me or slap me? I do deserve it.”
    Amber tried to hang onto her anger. She tried to look away from his eyes. But they were pinning her in place. She swallowed as he took one finger and traced it down her throat.
    “ I know you can fight better than that,” he said tenderly. “I bet it's this pesky pajama top holding you back. I bet it's restricting your shoulder rotation.”
    Still locking eyes with her, Hunter unbuttoned her top and slid one hand forward to cup her breast.
    “No,” she whispered. “You're not going to win this bet.”
    Hunter immediately backed off and removed his hands.
    “Is it okay if I change the channel then,” he asked innocently.
    “ What? Hell no!”
    Suddenly Amber was furious again.
    “How dare you?” she snarled as she started to pelt him with punches.
    Again, Hunter let her hit him. But this time she noticed that he was breathing heavily. What was she doing? Was this what he had wanted?
    “Then I'll just watch you, baby,” Hunter said, moving his hand down to start stroking himself.
    Amber froze, suddenly aware that she was getting wet between her legs. Damn!
    “You're not playing fair,” she said, unable to take her eyes off of him pleasuring himself.
    She was aware of how close Hunter was. Of his taut stomach. She yanked her eyes upward and she felt herself becoming helpless against the pull of his eyes. It was as though he was staring inside her, transmitting his transparent desire.
    “Please,” he whispered. “I want