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Then I’m slammed into the beige siding with my legs encased around his waist and held up by a familiar hard body.
“You took too long.” Large hands find both of my hips as Hudson’s deep and gravelly voice licks up the front of my body.
I involuntarily shiver, irritated and relieved at the same time that it’s maddening. I know I’m in sheer denial when I say that shit in my head with wanting to just call this whole gig off and move on from it. Hudson is this alluring demigod in ink that takes my body on a high without having to do the shady deal run. His hands on me burn, knead, and wake up all my senses. It’s like a come to Jesus moment, just raunchier, and I haven’t been preaching to any choir yet.
“Where’s my surprise?” I solicit instead of feeding into his impatience and serving him some of my own.
“I need to take you home for that shit first.”
“I’m busy.”
“Doesn’t look like it anymore,” he notes. “I think I have you exactly where I want you right now come to think about it.”
“You need to learn patience. This could’ve been a conversation for later.”
“Not a quality I honestly give a shit about.”
“And you say I have an answer for everything.”
“You can do whatever it is you wanna do or say, Opie. As long as you’re doing it while you’re moaning on my cock.”
God, help me.
I thought I could manage anyone new that came into my life, but Hudson is a dark hole that I want to keep jumping into hoping to find something.
The material of my dress begins to ascend over my ass as Hudson uses his fingers to rearrange the material.
“Why didn’t you tell me your birthday was coming up?”
“It’s not a big deal,” I reply honestly. “Besides, the only things you ask me are how much Starbucks I consume and why I insist on bringing muffins to work.”
“Because the guys don’t deserve that shit,” he utters. “And you’re not their muffin bitch.”
“But I’m your coffee bitch.”
“That was our agreement.”
“One you’re clearly taking advantage of.”
Hudson palms my ass beneath my panties and I stop breathing altogether. And if I hadn’t, his next words sure as hell would’ve made me.
“And what happens when the time has run out and you’re no longer obligated to serve me, Opie? We stop fucking?”
I never said that.
But maybe it’d be best if we do.
Mia may be onto something and she knows me better than anyone. Hudson and I may not have titles, but he’s definitely a man I could get attached to.
That I am getting attached to. I can say I’m not all I want but it doesn’t make it less true.
“Might be best,” I reply through a shuttered exhale. “For both of our sakes.”
A few beats go by before he asks, “Is that what you want? Maybe we should call it off now.”
If we do, it’ll be less painful.
If we do, maybe we could get back to a normal coworker-boss relationship—or lack of.
