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glow that pulled at the corners of my heart.
    The energy he had was boundless and intoxicating. “Sure,” I smiled, and with our hands still locked, he tore off down the street.
    “We passed a bar that looked great on the way in.” He turned a tight corner and we kept walking.
    “Are you sure?” I frowned and slowed.
    “Yeah, right around this corner I think.” He tugged me along and turned the street corner where a couple people spilled out. I raised my eyes in surprise. These weren’t the normal tourist fare we’d seen dotted all over during the daylight.
    “Seriously?” I grinned as Hunter hauled me up the old stone steps and into the hot and crowded bar. A live band played melodic chords on stringed instruments while the mournful voice of a woman lamented in Portuguese. Hunter urged me onto the dance floor, and after two craft beers, the crowd suddenly looked friendlier, the night much younger. I was spinning in Hunter’s arms in no time, laughing and giggling as I stumbled on his feet. He laughed and held me like a gentleman, swaying and dipping me, and then we’d start again. After the third song, my forehead was damp and I couldn’t peel the smile from my face.
    “I need another drink,” I hollered to my beautiful blond companion.
    As the slow beats took a turn on the floor, his arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into his lean body. “I want you another song.”
    My muscles rippled with sensation, every nerve responding to his on each level, from the tips of my toes to the hairs on the top of my head. He had me.
    “You okay?” He placed a soft kiss at the cleft of my neck.
    “I’m perfect,” I answered, eyes still closed, relishing the feel of his body dancing against mine.
    “We can go home if you want.” His voice lowered an octave and I knew instinctively what that meant. We would continue the foreplay we’d toyed with all day. I could feel it throbbing between us like an incessant heartbeat, strong and steady. Lust. Mad, raging, wild lust.
    “I want to go where you want to go,” I offered, compliant with him in every single way, something I had never, ever been with anyone else.
    “Good,” he gruffed, the warmth of his breath heating and chilling me all at the same time. “Ready?” he murmured, his forehead pressed to mine, lips nearly breath to breath.
    “Always,” I breathed. I would follow him around the world and back. I already had.
    “A friend told me about this place,” Hunter muttered as we wound down a twisty side street a few minutes later.
    “How many friends do you have?”
    “I’ve met a lot of people,” he answered before turning down a grassy path. “I think this is it.”
    I glanced up to find the ruins of an old building, hundreds, if not even a thousand years old. “Wow,” I said when I felt Hunter’s palm at my back, his thumb weaving small figure-eights above my bottom.
    “It’s tough traveling the world and never getting more than a weekend in a location, but my favorite part is getting to see the city at night. It’s an alternate perspective. Bent reality and intrigue. Mystery and beauty all rolled into one.” He said the last sentence on a soft note, his fingertips trailing across my wrist and tickling me just enough to cause goose bumps. “Wanna go inside?” he murmured, and butterflies raged in my stomach, pounded against my ribcage, and shot up my throat looking for an escape. I wanted to kiss him, to press my fingertips across the hard angles of his chest, our pelvises pressed together while he fucked me with his tongue in the soft moonlight.
    “Would you rather enjoy the view from here?” His throaty voice moved closer to the shell of my ear, the soft hairs at the base of my neck tingling and rising with arousal.
    “Yes,” I finally uttered, more desperate for him to push me into the tall grass and fuck me until I couldn’t think straight. He’d left me sitting on the edge all evening. The things he’d said at the shoot