Hunter Dunlap This is Me

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1. 1. Diamond Assets by Ruth D Kerce (from the Diamond Studs anthology) erotica romance, romantica, erotic story erotic romance ellora's cave

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   Published on: 3/3/2007   Last Visited: 12/15/2007

   Hunter Dunlap, co-owner of Everlasting Love, wants nothing to do with romance since his wife left him for his assistant-a woman. His new assistant, Ronni Strickland, is perfect with her big glasses and strict appearance, because she's not his type.
   
   On Valentine's Day, while they are checking out a resort for the company, Hunter discovers they're booked into a section called Bondage Bay. Now he's looking at Ronni with new eyes and a need to discover what she's hiding under that all-business exterior of hers.
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   Hunter excited her more than she ever could have imagined-both physically and emotionally. She didn't shake her head this time, willing to follow wherever he would lead her. She pulled open the robe's tie, slipped the silk from her shoulders, and let it pool at her feet.

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3. 3. Ruth D. Kerce, Diamond Studs

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   Published on: 7/7/2004   Last Visited: 11/7/2006

   Hunter Dunlap, co-owner of Everlasting Love, wants nothing to do with romance since his wife left him for his assistant-a woman. His new assistant, Ronni Strickland, is perfect with her big glasses and strict appearance, because she's not his type.
   
   On Valentine's Day, while they are checking out a resort for the company, Hunter discovers they're booked into a section called Bondage Bay. Now he's looking at Ronni with new eyes and a need to discover what she's hiding under that all-business exterior of hers.
   
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   "I saw Hunter Dunlap in the company sauna yesterday with only a skimpy towel on and nothing else.
   ...
   The door opened, and there Hunter was.
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   "Maybe he's not as hunky in bed as he is out of bed, and that's why she left," Jess whispered, as if afraid to criticize Hunter in a normal tone.
   ...
   Hunter was a major hunk with a major body.
   ...
   Despite what the giggle-twins had speculated, Ronni was certain that Hunter would be just as hunky in bed. Her female intuition told her so. Something about the way he moved, and the confidence he exuded, convinced her that those abilities would transfer to the bedroom. She doubted he'd be the type to trip out of his underwear or try to fold her into some impossible sexual position he'd seen in a book, like her last lover. She rubbed her lower back and cringed, the memory still vivid, though almost two years had passed since the uncomfortable incident. She should have sent the jerk her chiropractic bills.
   
   No, Hunter would be different. She warmed at the thought of his strong, thick fingers exploring her body ...
   
   * * * * *
   
   From across the extra-large oak desk, Hunter Dunlap pushed a financial report toward his business partner. "Here's the first spreadsheet, Dex.
   ...
   Dex was a sharp businessman, but Hunter wasn't about to take love advice from his partner. The man had never quite outgrown his adolescence where women were concerned.
   
   "Yeah, I can count your ‘relationships' on one hand. And say what you will about me-I've got a woman." A conspiratorial smile eased across his face, and he leaned forward.
   ...
   Hunter scrubbed a hand down his face.
   ...
   Hunter frowned, and anger built up inside him at Dex's comments. So what if it had been several months since he'd had sex? And sure, maybe Ronni wasn't model material. She sported large, black-framed glasses instead of something more fashionable, kept her brownish hair in a bun so tight that he couldn't tell whether she had naturally straight or wavy strands, and she wore clothing that was always professional, but hid her figure. What did it matter? She was extremely skilled in office procedures and protocol, and had been his best assistant. He didn't like anyone, even his partner, saying bad things about her. "Don't you and Jill have a dinner reservation or something?" he snapped, hoping to get Dex out of there before he said something he'd regret.
   
   "Okay, okay. I can take a hint. I'll see you in the morning. I'll look over the complete set of reports, after you get the other projections together." Dex dropped the spreadsheet on the desk and strolled from the office, whistling a familiar tune.
   
   "A love song," Hunter muttered in disgust.
   ...
   Ronni stepped into the doorway and watched Hunter typing furiously on the keyboard. Only his profile was in view, but his face showed a mask of concentration. Power and barely leashed passion seemed to emanate off him in waves. He was so different from most of the other executives. More like a man who worked with his hands, instead of behind a desk all day.
   
   "Hunter?"
   
   He stopped immediately, almost as if he'd been waiting for the sound of her voice. That's silly, Ronni. But a tantalizing thought.
   
   Hunter swiveled his chair toward her, and a lock of wavy brown hair fell across his forehead. Her fingers itched to caress the soft-looking strands and push them back into place. He didn't say anything, just stared at her with a look on his face that she couldn't discern.
   
   "I found those figures you wanted." His eyes dipped to the papers in her hand. At least, that's where she thought he was staring.
   
   Even so, her nipples hardened-almost painfully. Thank goodness the blouse she wore was loose enough to hide her body's reaction.
   
   He cleared his throat and adjusted his gaze to meet hers. "Thanks.
   ...
   Hunter stared at the empty doorway, and Dex's words returned to haunt him. She's no great beauty. It brought back the truth to hit him squarely in the face. If he were honest with himself, he'd have to admit that was the main reason he'd hired Ronni.
   
   Most of his assistants before her had been wet T-shirt type, contest-winning beauties.
   ...
   As one of his old, baseball buddies said at their last reunion, You've hit a homerun, Hunter. Don't screw it up by stumbling over the bases. Sound advice, he'd thought. So he made sure that he always covered all the bases.
   
   "It's five-fifteen, Hunter."
   
   His body tightened, and he turned to see Ronni standing inside the door. "Thanks." She hated to leave the office before he did. Normally, he liked that in case he needed her for something. Tonight it would have been better if she'd simply gone. He might need her for something that she didn't want to give, and he could end up saying or doing something stupid. Not that he'd ever take advantage of her, but the thought of them locked together, fucking wildly, was an enticing idea that he couldn't now seem to get out of his head.
   
   He didn't know what Ronni was like away from the office, but at work, the woman was too nice for her own good. The one exception he'd noticed was when someone tried to get past her to see him without an appointment. Then she turned, like a she-wolf protecting the den. He smiled. He had to admire her dedication to him and the company. A lot of passion existed in the woman, under all her protective layers. "I'll be working late tonight, Ronni.
   ...
   Hunter cocked his head, wondering if Dex's words could possibly be true. He'd been working so hard lately, and his thoughts were in such a jumble that he didn't know what to believe.
   
   He needed to take some time off and go somewhere exotic and warm, with lots of beautiful, naked, and willing women.