“No,” I reply, overdramatizing the short word while nodding my head. I’ve never been good atdeceit.
Hugo cockily winks, not the slightest bit concerned I heard him bribing our son to stay in his room. I’m not shocked that he devised a tactic for us to have uninterrupted adult time, I’m just astonished I didn’t think of it first. It would have been helpful when I was attempting to seduce Hugo last week. At times, my vigorous ploys seemed to be working, until we were interrupted by the patter oflittlefeet.
With a crass grin on his face, Hugo continues on his originaljourney.
I quirk my lips. “Sounded like someone was planning on sleeping over?” I try to keep the excitement out of my voice. My attempts arefruitless.
“No,” he replies, shakinghishead.
My bottom lip drops into a shameful pout at the same time a pathetic whimper ripples throughmylips.
My heart beats double time when Hugo says, “Neither of us are going to get any sleep, so I can’t really call it asleepover.”
My eyes drift between the beast of a man prowling towards me and my dowdy work attire-covered body. Hugo is dressed in a well-fitted black suit with a light gray pinstriped dress shirt. His jacket has been removed and slung over the rock-hard couch he slept on weeks ago, and the sleeves of his shirt have been rolled up to the elbows. Even with every inch of his alluring torso covered, I can’t miss the mouth-watering ridges of his chiseled abs and pecs as he prowls towards me, like a lion on the hunt. My brows furrow as I take in my clothing selection. I’m wearing a black pleated pencil skirt with sheer black stockings, and a white blouse with decorative cuffs. My waist-length jacket has been hung on the coatrack in the entranceway, along with my heavywoolcoat.
I’ll be the first to admit, I’m panicked. I didn’t thoroughly evaluate all avenues when I attempted to seduce Hugo last week. My brain was too overwhelmed with unbridled horniness to think rationally. Now, while watching the muscles in Hugo’s thigh flex as he struts towards me, I realize I should have given it a little more thought. In both good and bad ways, I’m not the Ava Westcott Hugo remembers from five years ago. I’ve changed. Some things have improved, like the strength of my backbone and my sense of self-worth. Others, mainly my body… notsomuch.
“I’ve changed,” I warn, slowing Hugo’s fast pace. “My body is no longer that tight twenty-four-year old body you’re used toseeing.”
I straighten my slumped posture when Hugo’s eyes run the entire length of my figure, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, studying every inch in great depth. When his eyes return to my face, my breath hitches. His gaze is uninhibited and brimming with lust, causing my pulse toquicken.
“My boobs hang a little lower, and my stomach isn’t as flat as it used to be,” I notify him, wanting to ensure he fully comprehends my warning. I’ve given birth; no woman’s body bounces back to its original perkinessafterthat.
Arching his brow, Hugo glares into my eyes. “Insult yourself one more time, Ava, and your ass will be as colorful as my tattoos by the time I’m donewithyou.”
My breathing pattern quickens as my lady garden throbs. I stand still, openmouthed and frozen inexcitement.
A beguiling grin etches on Hugo’s sinful lips. “I need to devise a new punishment for you. You like spanking a little too much for it to be classed as areprimand.”
Blood surges to my pussy when he bands his arm around my waist and pulls me in close to his body, allowing me to feel what his avid inspection of my figure has done to him. He is thick, hard, and rip-roaring readytogo.
“Your body incited that fully clothed,” he says, rocking his hips so the crown of his girth cock rubs against my throbbing pussy. “Imagine what seeing you naked is going toinstigate.”
Leaning in, he presses a kiss to the side of my mouth before moving his dedication to my neck. His teeth sink into the sensitive skin above my collarbone before the lash of his tongue soothes the sting. I slant my head to the side, giving him full access to my neck. Soft, provocative moans spill from my lips with every gentle nib and suckhedoes.
He grips the back of my thighs, encouraging my legs to wrap around his waist. A breathless pant erupts my lips when the thickness of his cock brushes against my sensitive clit. After sealing his lips over mine, he paces towards my bedroom at the end of the hall. By the time we make it down the corridor, fumbling with each other’s clothes on the way, any doubts festering my mind have vanished. If the look of desire in his eyes isn’t enough to assure me he’s attracted to me, the thickness of his cock is a sure-fireindication.
When he places me down onto my feet, a grunt of air leaves his parted lips. On the short walk, he managed to nimbly undo all the buttons on my blouse, exposing my Carmina black and red push-up bra. Growling, he lowers his head, tugs down my bra and sucks the peaked bud of my nipple into his mouth. A surge of desire floods my nether regions when his teeth graze over the sensitive bud. My hands shoot up to grasp his hair so I can run my hand through his thick mane while also securing his wicked mouth to my breast that has been aching for his attention for nearly fiveyears.
Keeping my nipple in his mouth, he wraps one arm around my waist and steps me backwards until the fluffiness of the duvet quilt on my bed brushes against my stocking-covered legs. His stealthy movements cause my blouse to slip off my shoulders and plunge to the floor around our feet. Releasing my nipple from his mouth with a pop, he stares at me with a heavy-lidded gaze. With a cheeky smirk, he pushes my shoulder, sending me toppling onto the bed. My hair fluffs out wildly as a breathy huff escapes my lips. Any laughter preparing to spill from my mouth entombs in my throat when Hugo removes his dress shirt before fisting the scruff of his undershirt and yanking it over his head. I don’t know what it is, but there is nothing sexier than the way men remove theirshirts.
I take that back. There is nothing sexier than Hugo biting on the corner of his lip as his eyes rake over my half-dressed body. His gaze is predatory and sets my pulse racing. My eyes assess him with just as much vigor as he is instilling me as he undoes the belt of his trousers and lowers the zipper. Even covered by an immense amount of colorful tattoos, I can’t miss his chiseled abs, rock-hard pecs, and drool worthy V muscle. Every inch of him is hard. And by every inch, I mean every goddamn rock-hardinch.
Raising my eyes from his thick, glorious cock he’s just freed from his trousers, I lick my lips and lock my eyes with his. My knees curve inward, battling to settle the mad throb between my legs from the panty-wetting visual in front of me. Hugo’s seductive grin enlarges as he places his knee between my thighs, denying me the ability to ease the tingle that may have me falling into ecstasy before he’s eventouchedme.
He stares into my wild eyes while undoing the fastener at the side of my skirt. His eyes absorb my thrusting chest as he pulls the zipper on my skirt down. He drinks in every inch of my body as he slowly slips my skirt down my waist and hips. His lusty gaze compels a peppering of goosebumps to form on my skin and wetness to saturate the area betweenmylegs.
“Beautiful Ava, every inch of you is perfect,” he praises, his words deep andtempting.
A rush of heat forms on my cheeks nearly as quickly as an inane smile stretches across my face. A hiss of air escapes Hugo’s mouth when my skirt glides down past the matching garter and lace-topped stockings I'mwearing.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he mutters under hisbreath.
When his eyes rocket to mine, I bite my lower lip. His gaze is full of desire, sending my libido to an all-timehigh.
“I wanted to be prepared for your return,” I inform him, my tone a low purr, shamefully exposing my pleasure at the approving look beaming from his eyes. “Since I didn’t know when that was going to be, I brought a weeks’ worth of supplies. This is day one of my seven day lingerie selection I preparedforyou.”
The surge of desire pumping into my veins thickens my blood when a seductive growls emits from his lips. “If I’d known you were wearing these the entire time we were dancing, we wouldn’t have made it past the club’sstoreroom.”
