“What are you doing?” Mirabella said, trying to wiggle out of his hold. Her voice was sharp, full of both anger and nervousness, but the heat rising in her chest betrayed her. His fingers were tingling against her skin, and the sensation she felt was like butterflies dancing in her stomach.

But Hunter’s grip on her was strong. He held her firm with one hand, not allowing her to move away, and with the other, he continued to tug at her tight shorts. His strength was unmatched. She ...