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“Sophieeeee! I win!”
Little feet padded hard against the wood floor as Jamey raced down the hallway. He stepped around his dad, not even saying hello, and latched onto my hand with his two little ones.
“Come on, come on, come on. It’s your turn to hide.”
Hudson’s face softened as he watched Jamey put all of his tiny strength into dragging me toward the doorway. “You little squirt,” he started, leaning down and grabbing Jamey beneath his arms. He lifted him high, flipped him around, and brought him into his chest. “Didn’t even say hi to me. You’ve wounded me, bud.”
Jamey giggled as his dad placed little kisses on his cheeks, his head. “Hi, Dad. Sophie’s really bad at hide-and-seek.”
Hudson turned his sights on me as he settled Jamey into the crook of his hip. “You know, last I checked, if you’re the seeker you shouldn’t be hiding in a closet full of junk.”
“Oh, I wasn’t, I was looking for?—”
“A likely story.” He gave me a wink, and if I wasn’t already flooded with adrenaline, I might have collapsed. “Come on, Jamey. No use in all of us hanging out in here. We can leave Sophie to snoop all she wants.”
“I swear I wasn’t?—”
“I know.” He laughed, full and true, and I wondered if he really hadn’t minded at all. He shifted Jamey’s weight as he watched me, a leftover grin holding his lips apart. “Do you want to stay for dinner after I get home tomorrow night? If you can watch Jamey, I mean.”
He wants me to watch Jamey again? After catching me deep in his personal things? “Oh, uh, yeah, I can watch him.”
“And dinner?”
I bit my lip as I looked between the two of them. Jamey’s eyes were locked on mine, big and round as he stuck out his lower lip, silently begging me to stay. I didn’t want to say no to that alone, but it was Hudson’s voice and the way he looked at me as if I was some kind of savior from above, that made me say yes.
I knew it was a bad idea. A horrible one, in fact, a boundary-crossing one. But god fucking dammit, I couldn’t help myself.
“Okay.”
Chapter 9
Hudson
Friday
The alert on my phone woke me up from what had easily been the best sleep I’d had in over a week. I could breathe again, I could think again, without the constant worry of finding someone to watch Jamey. Had I tossed and turned a little thinking about someone I absolutely shouldn’t have been thinking of while I stroked my cock? Yes. But I’d gotten some real, serious rest afterward.
The curtains along my windowed wall parted automatically, drawing back and illuminating the room with the fresh morning sunshine. I grabbed my phone from my bedside table as the alarm beeped quietly from somewhere under my bed. Apparently I must have snoozed it too aggressively.
I opened the notification on my phone, my bleary, sleepy eyes not focusing. Immediately, my screen filled with the live video feed from my front door. Sophie stood there, bouncing back and forth on her toes in what I could only assume was nervousness, her laptop clutched in one hand and her sweater clinging to her chest. In the haze of sleep, I watched her for a moment, my eyes devouring every inch of her. Those fucking leggings.
It took me far too long to acknowledge she was there.
Finally, I pressed the talk button on the feed. “Hey,” I said, the gruff of sleep heavy in my voice. Her brows furrowed as she looked for the source of the sound, eyes finally landing on the little camera pointed at her.
“Are you still in bed, Dr. Brady?”
“No,” I lied. I pushed the covers off, my hardened length springing up from morning wood, and brought my phone along as I started my search for literally anything to cover my naked body. “Been up for hours.”
She snorted as she rolled back and forth from heel to toe. “Can you let me in, then?”
I glanced at the time. Shit, it was eight-fifteen. How long had she been waiting? I tapped the screen, unlocking the door with the click of a button. “Come on in, Sophie. Just don’t come upstairs.”
“Gladly.”
Exiting the app, I heard the door downstairs open and close. Down the hall, Jamey’s door opened, and tiny feet padded heavily on the wood as he raced down the stairs. Clearly, he’d been up for a little while, but surprisingly he didn’t wake me up, which was something he usually did.
Sliding on the first pair of boxers I could find, I thought of puppies and baby chickens as I raced to put on my scrubs, desperately attempting to drive away my blaring erection. I brushed my teeth while combing my hair, nearly dragging a toothpaste-laden brush through it, then raced down the stairs in record time.
