right?”
My one-night flings worked
because those guys were fuck and forget guys. Hudson, not-so-much. And I would
be seeing him after. ”Occasionally.” Probably more than that. Truthfully, I
didn’t have any idea how much our little scam would require me to see Hudson.
The charade was set to start Sunday, though, and he’d been intent on keeping
the sex separate so I imagined that we’d be having a one day affair and then
would move on.
Lauren studied me carefully.
After a few minutes she shrugged. “I can’t tell you what to do, Laynie. And I
can’t tell you that sleeping with this guy or not sleeping with this guy will
make any difference in whether you do or don’t fall into obsessive patterns.
What I can do is be there for you and suggest that you come back to group for a
while for some extra support.”
Extra support was a good idea.
Before we parted, I agreed to come to a weekly meeting. Then I hurried home to
prepare for my evening because I had not agreed to cancel my sex date with
Hudson.
***
Again
I agonized about my wardrobe choice for my night with Hudson, finally settling
on a black sequined cowl neck shirt and sequined striped shorts. Jordan dropped
me off in front of the Pierce Industries building a few minutes before five. By
the time I’d entered the elevator code and ridden up to the penthouse, I was
shaking in my strappy three-inch heeled sandals.
It took at least one full minute
before I could bring myself to knock on the loft door. Hudson opened it
immediately, as if he waited just on the other side, but he had his cell phone
to his ear. “Roger, I don’t want to hear that we lost this company because my
staff wasn’t able to foresee the possibility of separation.” He held the
receiver away from his mouth. “Come in,” he whispered to me. Then he returned
to his call as he shut the door behind me.
I couldn’t decide if his
preoccupation with work made me more or less nervous, but I took the
opportunity to check him out. He wore tailored black suit pants and a light
gray dress shirt with several buttons open at the top, his tie hanging undone
around his neck. I fixed on his exposed chest, picturing myself licking the
patch of bare skin that I was seeing for the first time. God, if I was this
enthralled by a few square inches, what would I do when he was naked?
He returned my stare, his eyes
intense and dilated with want. The heat I always felt in his presence turned on
full force and the moments he stood there on the phone felt like agonizing
hours.
“Take care of it, Roger. I expect
this to be resolved before I arrive on Monday.” He ended the phone call without
saying goodbye, tossing his Blackberry onto the table beside the front door,
his gaze never leaving mine.
“Hi,” I whispered, unable to
handle the acute silence.
His lip curled slowly into a sexy
grin.
That was all it took. One smile
and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I’d imagined the first move would be his,
but it was me who moved to him, my mouth crashing against his.
His surprise lasted only a
millisecond before he responded in kind. His previous kisses had been deep and
passionate, but this one held no restraint as he plunged his tongue into the
recesses of my mouth with desperate hunger. I met his eagerness with equal
fervor, licking into his mouth, swooping my tongue across his teeth.
Without breaking our kiss,
Hudson’s hands moved under my shirt to palm my breasts through my bra. I gasped
at the wonderful tingles that shot through my body under his gentle squeezing.
My own hands fumbled with his shirt buttons, images of me ripping the damn
thing off filling my mind.
Just as I’d completely opened his
shirt, he pulled away, panting. “Jesus, Alayna. I want you so bad, I’m not
behaving.”
“Hudson,” I said, closing the
distance he’d created. “If this is misbehaving, please don’t stop.” I slid his
shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the
My one-night flings worked
because those guys were fuck and forget guys. Hudson, not-so-much. And I would
be seeing him after. ”Occasionally.” Probably more than that. Truthfully, I
didn’t have any idea how much our little scam would require me to see Hudson.
The charade was set to start Sunday, though, and he’d been intent on keeping
the sex separate so I imagined that we’d be having a one day affair and then
would move on.
Lauren studied me carefully.
After a few minutes she shrugged. “I can’t tell you what to do, Laynie. And I
can’t tell you that sleeping with this guy or not sleeping with this guy will
make any difference in whether you do or don’t fall into obsessive patterns.
What I can do is be there for you and suggest that you come back to group for a
while for some extra support.”
Extra support was a good idea.
Before we parted, I agreed to come to a weekly meeting. Then I hurried home to
prepare for my evening because I had not agreed to cancel my sex date with
Hudson.
***
Again
I agonized about my wardrobe choice for my night with Hudson, finally settling
on a black sequined cowl neck shirt and sequined striped shorts. Jordan dropped
me off in front of the Pierce Industries building a few minutes before five. By
the time I’d entered the elevator code and ridden up to the penthouse, I was
shaking in my strappy three-inch heeled sandals.
It took at least one full minute
before I could bring myself to knock on the loft door. Hudson opened it
immediately, as if he waited just on the other side, but he had his cell phone
to his ear. “Roger, I don’t want to hear that we lost this company because my
staff wasn’t able to foresee the possibility of separation.” He held the
receiver away from his mouth. “Come in,” he whispered to me. Then he returned
to his call as he shut the door behind me.
I couldn’t decide if his
preoccupation with work made me more or less nervous, but I took the
opportunity to check him out. He wore tailored black suit pants and a light
gray dress shirt with several buttons open at the top, his tie hanging undone
around his neck. I fixed on his exposed chest, picturing myself licking the
patch of bare skin that I was seeing for the first time. God, if I was this
enthralled by a few square inches, what would I do when he was naked?
He returned my stare, his eyes
intense and dilated with want. The heat I always felt in his presence turned on
full force and the moments he stood there on the phone felt like agonizing
hours.
“Take care of it, Roger. I expect
this to be resolved before I arrive on Monday.” He ended the phone call without
saying goodbye, tossing his Blackberry onto the table beside the front door,
his gaze never leaving mine.
“Hi,” I whispered, unable to
handle the acute silence.
His lip curled slowly into a sexy
grin.
That was all it took. One smile
and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I’d imagined the first move would be his,
but it was me who moved to him, my mouth crashing against his.
His surprise lasted only a
millisecond before he responded in kind. His previous kisses had been deep and
passionate, but this one held no restraint as he plunged his tongue into the
recesses of my mouth with desperate hunger. I met his eagerness with equal
fervor, licking into his mouth, swooping my tongue across his teeth.
Without breaking our kiss,
Hudson’s hands moved under my shirt to palm my breasts through my bra. I gasped
at the wonderful tingles that shot through my body under his gentle squeezing.
My own hands fumbled with his shirt buttons, images of me ripping the damn
thing off filling my mind.
Just as I’d completely opened his
shirt, he pulled away, panting. “Jesus, Alayna. I want you so bad, I’m not
behaving.”
“Hudson,” I said, closing the
distance he’d created. “If this is misbehaving, please don’t stop.” I slid his
shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the
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