Page 162 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“Got it.”
Hudson hangs up and sets his phone down on the ground before tilting his head back and pressing his hand into his eyes.
“Fuck,” he roars, startling me.
I attempt to get off his lap again, but he keeps me in place. His eyes land on mine and I can see something dark behind his pupils. He’s not the same man I was just with at the park or the man bouncing around London proposing.
This is the man who I would find in the office day in and day out, huffing and puffing about getting work done.
In a deep, husky voice, he says, “Strip.”
“What?” I ask.
“I want you naked, Sloane. Strip.”
The tone is dark, almost twisted. And if this was anyone else, I would get up right now and leave. But this is Hudson—no matter how angry he is, I know he’s not going to hurt me.
He needs this.
He needs this release.
He needs a form of escape, and if that’s me, I’m more than willing to give it to him.
I slip the knot of my robe loose and let it fall open.
Hudson brings his hands to my shoulders and slides the robe down, over my arms and off my body, leaving me naked on top of him.
He wets his lips and sits forward to pull his shirt up and over his head. He drops the fabric to the side and says, “Make me hard.”
Accepting his challenge, I scoot off his legs—this time he lets me—and I undo his jeans. He assists me in taking them off by lifting up while I slide them down over his hips. Once he’s free of them, I spread his legs and move up his body, my hands gliding over his thighs, up his stomach to his chest. I drag my breasts along the way, letting my hard nipples press against his skin. He bites on his lower lip as he stares down at me. I shift and take a seat on his lap, right over his already-hardening erection. With my back pressed against his chest, I slip my hand back behind me, around his neck and hold on as I slowly make circles with my ass over his lap.
“You’re so big,” I say as I feel him continue to grow. “I love how thick you are.”
His hands find my hips, slowly guiding my motions, but I want more, so I take his hands in mine and slide them up to my breasts, stopping just under them. I don’t let him touch them just yet; I just let the bottoms get brushed by his hands while I move over his cock.
“I want you inside me, Hudson. I want you filling me up.”
His hand splays out over my stomach while he speaks directly into my ear. “I want to fuck you. Hard. I need this, Sloane. I need you.”
Three words, they are my unraveling.
The pain I feel coming from him.
The aching for this nightmare he’s living through to be over—it is set to the side as he finds solace in me.
And for someone who has never felt needed like this, it fills me to the point of feeling complete.
Whole.
“Good,” I whisper. “Because I expect nothing less.”
Then to my surprise, he pushes up and out of the seat, taking me with him. He turns us around, bends me over at the waist so my handsare resting on the seat he was just sitting in, and he slaps my ass, spanking me out of complete shock.
A gasp falls out of my mouth just as he does it again.
“Oh fuck,” I cry, not expecting to be this turned on.
He smooths his hand over the sore spot and whispers, “You okay?”
