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"Gunner, what–" before she could finish her sentence, Gunner came up the stairs toward her and cupped her face in his hands as he kissed her gently.

"I love you, Hannah. I will be a better man… for you, for Charlie," he vowed, his conviction was evident in his voice.

Hannah's heart raced in her chest, emotions tumbling over one another, desperate to be the first to emerge. They stood facing one another; their gaze locked. Hannah reached up and gently brought Gunner's lips back down to hers. He still tasted the same and kissed the same, but there was something different about this Gunner.

No matter what had gone on between them, Gunner was still the first and only man she had ever loved or had ever slept with. Gently pulling Gunner inside, Hannah shut the door carefully behind them, so as not to wake Charlie up. Reaching for his hand, Hannah led Gunner up the short flight of stairs to her living room, his eyes never leaving her.

"I think–" Hannah started, but Gunner cut her off.

"Don’t think, Hannah," he said, dipping his lips to once again meet hers. Gunner held her tight against him, their bodies moved as one, as he held her firm against the wall.

Wrapping her hands around his neck, Hannah held him close to her, breathing in his scent and feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. Sliding her tongue against Gunner's bottom lip, Hannah sought permission to come inside. Gunner wanted Hannah more at this moment than he had ever wanted anything. They had such magic, such spark. Hannah's hands slid into his hair, holding him tighter against her as their bodies became a tangle of tongues and limbs.

Shifting his thigh in between her legs, Gunner could feel the heat of her pussy. The thought of Hannah lying naked underneath him made his cock twitch, and he knew she had felt the same way as she gently slid herself against him, teasing him through the confines of his clothes.

Sliding her hands from his neck, Hannah began to tug furiously at his t-shirt, freeing it from his jeans and lifting it over his head. Her hands explored every inch of his warm skin, following the outlines of his muscles with light touches.

Gunner shivered at her touch; his eyes burning into her, as he watched her fingers. He silently begged her to move her attention lower. Hannah reached for his belt as she felt his mouth on her neck, slowly licking and sucking his way to her ear. Gasping, she slid his belt open and reached for the button of his pants, slowly opening it and sliding down the zipper.

To Gunner, her movements seemed deliberately slow, as if she was teasing him, making him wait. Hannah's intensity surprised Gunner. Over the last few days, he had hoped for this, but she gave him no sign that it was even possible.

"That’s not fair," Gunner growled, as Hannah smiled up at him. Lifting her arms obediently, she let him slide her singlet top over her head, and cast it onto the floor. Gunner's gaze never wavered as he undid the button of her denim shorts and pushed them down over her hips.

His fingers gently toyed with her over the flimsy material of her panties before he pushed them down, too, leaving her standing naked in front of him.
God, she's gorgeous
, he thought, as his eyes committed to memorize every inch of her
. She had grown more curvaceous since becoming a mother ––
the mother of my child
, he thought fiercely.

"Is that better?" Hannah whispered, as she slid her hand inside his underwear. Her hand found his cock, her fingers wrapping lightly around him, stroking him gently.

Gunner's eyes lidded with pleasure. He moaned her name and bent his head down toward her breasts. He took turns with each breast, gently sucking on each nipple, as Hannah gently stroked his cock, one hand intertwined in his hair, urging him on. In one swift movement, Gunner lifted Hannah into the air and pinned her against the wall. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, Hannah wrapped her legs around his hips, her head resting against his cheek.

Hannah panted with anticipation, bracing her hands on his shoulders with her forehead against his. Their eyes met, as Gunner slid his cock into her, feeling the warmth of her pussy envelop him as she tilted her hips downward. Gasping, she wrapped her legs around him tighter and thrust her hips down, taking his cock as far into her as she could.

Low moans filled the air as Gunner held her tight against the wall, his hands guiding her hips with each thrust. Hannah tipped her head back as Gunner's mouth kissed her neck and ear. He gently thrust his hips in a slow, unhurried rhythm. With a soft mewl of protest from Hannah, he slid out of her and carried her gently in his arms toward the sofa. Lying her gently down on her back, Hannah watched Gunner as he held himself up on one elbow and stroked her cheek. These tender moments with Gunner were what Hannah lived for. There was intensity behind Gunner's eyes that scared Hannah. She could see how deeply he felt about her, and she hesitated.

"Don’t think, Hannah," Gunner said, as if he could read her mind. "There's one thing I never want you to doubt and that is how much I love you."

"I love you, too, Gunner," Hannah whispered, as their lips met once again. Gunner's lips left hers as he trailed slow, lazy kisses down her neck and chest to the soft flesh of her belly. Hannah's hips bucked in anticipation of what was to come, as Gunner's fingers moved between her legs, stroking the wetness of her pussy. Hannah's hips closed around his hand as he made soft, lazy strokes. Gently opening her knees with his hand, Gunner's lips trailed further south until his tongue reached her clit.

Her desire for him was evident as his hand and tongue slid gently through her. Whimpering, Gunner's tongue worked furiously against her, teasing her. Hannah could feel the start of her orgasm rise in the pit of her belly, her soft whimpers urging him on.

Feeling her start to come, Gunner lifted Hannah's legs over his shoulders, allowing him to gain further access. Loud moans filled the air as Hannah came, whimpering Gunner's name. Watching the woman he loved call his name made his cock tighten, and he groaned. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Gunner gently slid back inside of Hannah as she tightened around him, riding out her orgasm. She felt like silk to him – warm and soft and real.

He had had too much fakeness in his life, too much pretending; Hannah was flesh and blood and she was real. Gunner's lips met hers as he felt himself start to come, Hannah's nails dug deep into his back. Lifting her head, she kissed Gunner’s lips and cheeks before gently sucking on his earlobe. With a groan, Gunner came, his forehead resting on hers.

She held him as he collapsed onto her, careful not to crush her with his weight. They lay like that for a few minutes, neither speaking, before Gunner pushed himself gently off the sofa. Standing naked in the lounge with only the moonlight that came through the window to guide him, he reached for her hand, helping her to rise. Holding his hand firm in his, he led Hannah down the hall toward her bedroom where this time, he would savor his prize.

Hannah woke the next morning to the sun streaming through the curtains as a body slammed into her. Groaning, she opened her eyes to see Charlie staring down at her.

“Wake, Mommy!” She felt Gunner's arm tighten around her waist, as the bouncy toddler slammed into him.

"Wake!" she screamed happily, before nestling in between the pair.

"Are you sure you’re ready for the early-morning wake up calls?" Hannah said, rolling toward Charlie and Gunner.

"You belong on the back of my bike, baby. Mine, not his," Gunner said, leaning over Charlie and kissing Hannah softly on the lips. As she looked deep into his eyes and saw the love that he held for her and Charlie, Hannah knew there was nowhere else she would rather be.

The End

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One Night with a Billionaire

Chapter 1

At a bar, on a Monday, alone. What the hell has my life come to? That’s all I could think about when the bartender poured me my fourth appletini. It wasn’t even night time. It was 4:30 P.M.; basically, still afternoon. The sun was far from setting, yet there I was. The only damn person sitting at the bar, except for a couple of lecherous old guys and the bartender.

Was I really just going to wallow in alcohol because my douchebag ex-boyfriend was getting married? Forget the fact that we were engaged at this exact time last year. Forget the fact that his credit was basically in the negatives before we met. Now he’s debt-free with a ridiculously nice job on Wall Street.

If that wasn’t reason enough to make me want to drink, then I’m not really sure what would be.

I wasn’t even sure when the last time I’d been in a bar was – probably college… early college. It really was never even my scene in the first place, but here I was, for the third day in a row drinking shit down like I was in the Alcoholics Olympics or something.

I had slung back the last gulp of my fifth appletini when I heard the door behind me blast open. I glanced back, wondering what other pathetic soul was caught in a bar at 5 P.M. on a Monday. I was actually pretty surprised by what I saw, though.

It wasn’t an old guy like all the other dudes surrounding me. It was probably the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen in my entire life. He was tall, muscular, and with a chiseled jaw and brown hair. His eyes were piercing from what I could see – green by the looks of it when he stepped into the dim light of the bar and edged closer to me.

He smiled and looked passed me. “Hey, Jimmy,” he said, gesturing toward the bartender.

“Ben!” the bartender yelled out. The bartender was attractive… about my age with a full, but short and well-maintained beard and gorgeous brown eyes. “What are you up to, man? Why so early?”

Great, I thought. The bartender thinks I’m a loser, too.

“I just thought I’d come in for a quick beer while I waited for my dad to get out of his meeting, so we can head home.”

I rolled my eyes. The guy looked thirty and was still living with his parents.

Why was it so hard for men to grow up?

“So, how’d that chick turn out for you the other night?” Jimmy the bartender whispered, as Ben walked closer and leaned over the bar. I didn’t know if they knew I was eavesdropping – or if they even cared, really – but the guy smirked cockily and nodded in that look that basically said, “
Yeah dude, I totally got laid
.”

I scoffed. I knew the guy was too gorgeous not to be a douchebag. Hell, they all were. His smirk turned into a wide smile just before he turned to look at me, seemingly amused. “And what is your story?” he asked, emphasis on “your.”

“Drowning my sorrows, same as all these other dudes, I’m sure, except they’ve been drowning theirs for about ninety-two years.” I didn’t even care if the old leeches looked my way. They’d been staring at my tits for the last twenty minutes anyway.

Ben and Jimmy both laughed. “Well, Jimmy, pour me a shot of tequila. Give her one too. My tab.”

Jimmy nodded, and I shook my head. “No, that’s not necessary. I prefer drinking alone.”

“Come on. Let me buy you one. You can sulk by yourself if you want. May as well have a free one.” Did he really think that I was going to bend over backward for a free drink? I chose to say nothing. Instead, I scooted my barstool further away from him and looked away. The bartender laughed loudly, and I could tell that I was making this Ben guy uncomfortable by the way I felt his body shift beside me.

His ego was getting bruised, which was fine with me. What sort of asshole hit on a girl, obviously in a slump? I mean, unless he thought I looked attractive for some ungodly reason at that moment. I had my brown hair pulled up in a messy bun, an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants with some flip-flops, and absolutely no make-up. I looked worse than the homeless women I passed on the way to the bar.

“Are you always so closed off?” He pulled my barstool around to face him, and my God, when my eyes locked on to his, I was death glaring.

“Are you always this creepy? Back off, dude. I don’t know you. I will pepper spray you.”

“I’m Jimmy’s friend!” he laughed, gesturing to the bartender.

“And, what’s that supposed to mean to me?! I don’t know Jimmy.” I looked the bartender up and down. He was laughing hard – quietly, but hard – and I watched as his chest rose and fell animatedly and his face grew red.

“Well, Jimmy is a good guy.” He had a wide smile on his face as he made his way to sit at the stool next to mine. I rolled my eyes.

“Well, Jimmy,” I said, turning my gaze back toward the bartender. “I hear you’re a good guy. Would you like a drink?”

Jimmy smirked.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Ben said, waving his hands in the air. “He’s a good guy, but he’s not that good!”

I raised my brow. “Well then, why bring it up?”

“I’m saying Jimmy can vouch that I’m a better guy,” he whispered, leaning forward. I could tell he was used to getting his way, not that he was even close at this moment in time.