AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Her answer of silence was heavy. No three little dots dancing across the bottom of my message indicating a reply, no giggles. I checked the closet where I’d found her before, holding a photo of my ex-wife and son in her hands, but came up empty. Not in the gym, not in the garage…
I pushed open the double doors that lead into my office. Sophie sat behind my oak desk, her feet propped up next to my laptop, a glass of wine in hand. Somehow, despite the impossibility of it, she looked more gorgeous than she had when I’d left this morning. Her cheeks were reddened, almost as maroon as the wine in the glass between her fingers, and her long brown hair was tied up in a messy bun. She smirked at me as my eyes drifted down her body, across the Harvard hoodie and the gray sweatpants.
Was she wearing my clothes?
“Before you freak out,” she started, putting her feet down as she sat upright in my leather chair, “Jamey spilled his grape juice all over my clothes. I didn’t bring anything else to wear, so…”
She was wearing my clothes. Sucking my teeth, I crossed the few steps between me and the desk, leaning on my palms as I bent over it. “You live next door,” I said slowly, watching as the blush in her cheeks deepened. “You could have grabbed something from home.”
“And leave Jamey all alone? I wouldn’t be a good nanny if I left a four-year-old alone in a house.”
I rolled my eyes, my grin becoming hard to hide as I stared down at her in the clothes I’d worn last night. She must’ve picked them up from where I’d left them on the bed.
Do they smell like me?
“You could have taken him with you.”
“I…” She bit her lip as she looked up at me, those goddamn blue eyes nearly making my heart melt. “I didn’t think of that.”
“No,” I cooed, lifting myself to my full height as I made my way around the desk. “You didn’t.”
“Hudson—”
I plucked the glass of wine from her hand, downing it in one fell swoop before setting it down on the desk. “You’re lucky you didn’t spill wine on my sweatshirt,” I teased, pressing my hands down on the arms of the chair as I leaned over her. “That’s one I would have made you replace.”
I watched as her mouth worked, the words she wanted to say trying to come up but getting stopped in their tracks. She looked flustered, adorably so, as she lifted her knees to her chest, her bare feet resting against the leather of the chair. “At least this one probably wouldn’t have been expensive.”
“Not monetarily, no,” I laughed, leaning down just a little further, our faces too close for my own good. “But replacing the memories that go along with it? Immeasurable.”
Confusion flickered across her face. “Did you go to Harvard?”
“I did.” I took the strings of the hoodie in one hand, twisting them around my knuckles. “Lots of memories there. But I think seeing you wearing it might be my favorite.”
The noise she made was halfway between a squeak and a gasp. I couldn’t help but laugh at it. “Jamey will be up soon,” she whispered, her lips a mere centimeter from my own, her heart pounding beneath where my hand rested against her chest.
“You're right.”
But I tugged her closer with the hoodie’s strings, closing the distance between us. My lips pressed against hers, the stress and upset from the day melting away as I tasted her again, felt her again. She kissed me back just as eagerly, her legs returning to the floor to let me in, her hands settling on the heat of my neck.
Already, I wanted more. It was risky with Jamey potentially awake in the house, but the thought went to the back of my mind, certain I’d be able to hear his quick little steps before we were caught.
Scooping one hand under the curve of Sophie’s ass, I lifted her from the chair. Her lips parted in a gasp, granting me further access to her mouth as I sat her down on the desk, her legs open and my hips between them. My cock came to life in my scrubs, pressing against the thin cotton fabric. I needed more. I needed to be inside of her again, her naked body below mine, her skin against my own. She was too perfect, too much for me to handle, and as my hands searched beneath the hoodie, I nearly groaned as I found no trace of a bra.
“Were you hoping for this, angel?” I asked her, my lips trailing the length of her jaw now, my hands grasping at her bare breasts.
“My… my bra got juice on it, too,” she breathed, a little laugh escaping her as I rolled her nipple between my thumb and middle finger.
“Did it?” I challenged, squeezing just a little harder, making her jump. “How about your panties? Those too?”
A breathy moan crawled up her throat as I playfully nipped at the skin there. “Yeah, those too.”
Not only was she wearing my clothes, but she was wearing them with nothing underneath. No barrier between her pussy and my sweatpants, nothing to stop me from touching her fully.
My other hand wandered without thought, down the plane of her belly to the waistband of the sweatpants. I didn’t waste a single second, placing my fingers beneath the hem, past the thin, sparse hairs of her mound and down between her already-soaked lips. Fuck. It was too much, how easily she folded for me.
Suddenly, her body stilled, frozen like a statue. “Hudson,” she whispered, her voice almost frantic as I found her clit, my fingers flitting across it. “Hudson, Jamey. Jamey’s coming.”
I retreated immediately, letting go of her and taking a step back, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. The bulge in my scrub pants was far too noticeable, but as long as I stayed where I was, Jamey wouldn’t see. A string of Sophie’s wetness dripped from my fingers, and as the little feet raced down the stairs, I popped them into my mouth, sucking them dry. Christ, she tasted so fucking good.
