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to keep calm. I’ve been in this man’s presence for a short period of time and he already makes me wish I could beat the shit out of him. I own my body, nobody else does; but there is this calming, yet pulse racing thing about Hunter.
    His fingers trace the spot his lips have been. It’s harmless yet erotic all at once. Maybe I should start taking notes? I can’t lie, I like being at someone’s mercy, but I like to know my fate, and be in charge.
    The first thing I notice with Hunter is that I’m very responsive to him. He was going to get into my panties and as much as I wanted nothing more than to hold onto the bitterness for him, I think I was going to fail and he would have me pantiless in no time.
    A loud knock followed by a clearing of a throat broke through the sexual tension I was feeling...but only for a moment. I turned my head to see Sailor standing in the doorway with a mischievous grin on his face.
    Great...
    “Want a hand?” Sailor asked, coming in and shutting the door.
    I tensed under Hunter’s hands. I didn’t want Sailor to see me like this. But I wasn’t going to let this situation bring satisfaction to ... either...
    “Hmm, I don’t know,” I said turning my head back to Hunter. “Do you need help finding the spot? Because I’m all for giving directions, but maybe we should ask someone who has found it already.”
    He nuzzles my neck a few times, roughly laughing. Then bites my sensitive flesh.
    “Oh, I know what I’m looking for. And when I find it, you will know it, because it’s going to hurt like hell,” Hunter says, speaking against my skin. I also earn myself a firm slap on the ass and a hard pull of my hair.
    Hunter and Sailor laugh in unison as I stand there lost for words...
    “I need to talk to you in private for a minute, if you can keep your dick in your pants.” Sailor says through laughter, taking a seat at desk.
    I fixed myself up as Hunter left me. Did I want him to keep his dick in his pants? I wasn’t sure anymore. I was definitely up for a challenge and this man was going to challenge me more than anyone I knew. Sailor challenges me, but only to the limit he thinks I can take. I need something more. So maybe, after all, this was a fucking good idea.
    “Give us a few minutes sweetheart,” Hunter says, taking a seat with Sailor. “I will call for you soon and we can pick this moment up again.”
    I pass Hunter over to Sailor, leaning down I kiss his cheek. I let my lips trail up his cheekbone towards his ear.
    “You, my friend, are going to fucking pay for this.” I whisper with a bite.
    I don’t stay long enough to hear his response. I walk out leaving Sailor and Hunter to their little chat and go in search of this new room I’m calling Kat’s Heaven.

Chapter Three
    L eaving the boys to have their chat, I wander the halls and rooms for something that resembles fun. And I am not seeing anything fun about, room after room of beds and nothing else. I think I have opened maybe twenty doors along the top floor hall and been disappointed every freaking time. I walked back down the hall towards my room, but stopped when I came to the door next to mine. I had this instinctive feeling that it was Hunter’s room, and curiosity got the better of me.
    I turned the handle and push the door. Inside was a room twice the size of mine, but set out the same. His bed was like nothing I have ever seen before; it looked like just a rounded mattress on a wooden base. But it was fucking sexy. The thought to trade rooms crossed my mind, but then I remembered my iron framed bed, and massive bathroom.
    There are several doors to the left of the room, and I walk towards them. I open the first door and find out that his bathroom is exactly the same as mine. The room smells of him, fresh, spicy, and manly. Walking over to the sink, I pick up the soap and smell it. I mentally remind myself to steal the soap when I leave in thirty days.
    I put it back, and pick up a glass bottle