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I choke on the laugh that leaves me and spin to face her, stopping her before we can walk into the room.

“Your ass is getting spanked when we get back to the hotel.”

“Hmm, yes please, Daddy.”

Fuck.

I walk into the room where my friend, his wife, and their son are, and I’ve got a dick that could hammer nails.

***

Hudson: So, about having an affair with a student…

Marcus: Fuck off

Elliot: You didn’t?

Hudson: I did. I am. I’m not stopping

Elliot: It’s serious?

Hudson: As serious as it gets

Marcus: What exactly do you mean by that?

Hudson: You better get your best man speeches ready…

Chapter Thirty

Mia

We spent Sunday walking through the famous streets of London followed by afternoon tea at The Ritz — a bucket list item I can now tick off. Today, Hudson took me across London Bridge, Tower Bridge, and then around the Tower of London.

Now, we’re on our way to the airport and I think I want to cry.

It’s been the most perfect weekend. I’ve been an absolute giddy tourist, and I’ve loved every minute of it. I don’t want to go home.

“You’re quiet, baby girl, is everything okay?”

“No,” I pout.

His hands reach for me immediately, pulling my face to his. “What’s wrong?” His worried gaze meets my own and it makes me feel like a spoilt little brat.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I assure him. “Sorry, I’m being silly. I’m just sad to be going home.”

“Me too, baby. I’ve liked having you to myself here, I don’t want to go back to hiding what we are.”

“I just don’t understand how we can make it work,” I whisper.

“There’s a way, baby, you’re just not ready for it yet.” My heart rate spikes at his words.

“How? Tell me.”

“Soon, sweet pea. I’ll tell you soon.”

“Hudson,” I grate in frustration. “You can’t leave me hanging like that.”

“Baby girl, I have never left you hanging.” He smirks at me and my pussy clenches at the reminder of what he can do.