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Because it is true.
I am home.
We head straight home, where I immediately step into the shower to wash off hours of travel from my body. Hudson joins me minutes later, massaging the back of my neck and shoulders. With the warm water warming my skin, it’s the perfect treat after a long flight.
Soon, he lathers the soap all over my back and legs, turning me around as I laugh so he can do the same with the front before I do the same to him. Then shampoo. The feel of his fingers rubbing against my scalp is pure heaven.
“You’re going to spoil me. I’m going to expect this after every trip now,” I murmur, chuckling as he slides his arms around my waist and nuzzles the side of my neck.
“You don’t have to fly anywhere. I’ll do this anytime you want.”
“Be careful. I might hold you to it.”
“I look forward to it.” His soft laughter vibrates across my skin. “I’ve missed you so much.”
As he cups my breasts and squeezes, I lean against him, loving the feel of his muscled torso. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Hudson kisses me slowly, his mouth moving from the skin behind my ear to the shoulder, rolling my nipples between his thumb and index finger. His cock presses against my back, hot and hard. I reach behind and wrap my hand around the shaft, squeezing the head as he gasps.
He nibbles my shoulder before his tongue slides up my neck again, one hand sliding down my belly to settle between my legs. I turn my head toward him, our mouths meeting in a hungry kiss as he slides one finger between my folds.
“I need to taste you,” he murmurs, turning my body around to face him, his mouth covering mine before moving lower, nibbling, licking, blazing a trail of kisses down my neck, my breasts, my belly. I lean against the wall as Hudson lifts my leg and rests it over his shoulder.
I gasp, the feel of his mouth on my pussy, the sensation taking my breath away. His stubble scratches the skin of my inner thighs. His fingers dig into my hips. When his tongue grazes over my heated skin and flicks over my clit, I moan, my hands gripping his wrist for support. I ground against his mouth, the pleasure building with every stroke of his tongue, every nibble of his lips and teeth against my sensitive clit.
“I want you, Hudson. Right here,” I whisper as he stands and crushes his mouth down on mine, and I taste myself on his tongue.
“Hold on to me.” He lifts my legs, my knees wrapping around his hips, my arms clinging to his neck as he presses me against the wall. “You’re so beautiful, Arden. So fucking beautiful. Perfect.”
The head of his cock presses against my opening, lingering there as he continues to kiss me, our tongues teasing, tangling, tasting. He nudges his cock slowly inside me as I grip him with my hips, urging him to go deeper. He fills an ache no one else can ever fill, the way he pulls away to watch me, the need in his eyes matching my own. He kisses me again as his entire length and thickness thrust inside me. I cry against his mouth, the feel of him no words can describe.
Time stands still when I’m with Hudson. The only thing that matters at this moment is us as one, connecting. So primal yet magical. That feeling of knowing you found that one person in the world meant just for you.
My release comes, shattering me into splinters only he can put back together with a smile, a look, a kiss. And when he comes, my name on his lips takes me even higher, knowing he’s mine. All mine.
Epilogue
ONE YEAR LATER…
ARDEN
“I think I’m done for the day,” Harlow says as she grabs the towel sitting on top of her beach bag and wipes her face. “How are you doing?”
I hold out my hand, and she grabs it, helping me get up from my beach chair. “I’m doing great. You looked wonderful out there.”
Harlow laughs. “Tell that to my calves tomorrow. Playing on sand is nothing like a hard court in the high desert.” She turns to Dax and kisses him on the lips. “You better find another partner, amor. I’m going to accompany Arden back to the house.”
He frowns. “Everything okay?”
“Everything’s good, but we have to start preparing dinner.”
“Which means you’ll need to find a new partner.” Harlow cocks her head toward Taylor. “He’s open.”
“You need me to go with you?” Hudson asks as he hurries toward us, and I shake my head.
“Harlow’s coming with me,” I say as he bends for a sweaty kiss. I don’t mind it. Hell, we’re all sweating as it is. “Go ahead with the rest of your game. We’ll get dinner ready.”
Harlow and I wave goodbye to everyone and make our way to the house. She’s got eight years on me, but at 47, you wouldn’t even know it. She’s stunning with her toned body and long legs, her shoulder-length dark hair streaked with gray secured in a ponytail.
