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“Thank goodness.” His lips are back on mine while he lowers both of us slowly to the rug. “One second.” He gets up quickly to snatch some pillows from the couch and protection from his pants.

After getting my fill of watching his glorious butt move around the room, he places the pillows under my head and back. Then he lies down next to me, exploring my whole body some more with his hands and his mouth until I’m ready to explode from all the tension.

“Now, Hudson, I can’t wait for another second.”

My raspy voice probably screams of desperation, but I couldn’t care less.

After rolling on the condom, he settles himself between my spread legs, his gaze solely focused on mine.

He eases himself slowly inside me, and we both moan and groan simultaneously. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I wrap my legs around his back, urging him on with my movements. Before I know it, we’ve settled into a rapid pace, neither of us having any patience left to draw this out even a moment longer.

My next orgasm is right around the corner, the buzzing already so strong I’m almost afraid to go over the edge.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” His hand moves between us, rubbing me until I’m a goner.

I explode around him, pushing him right over the edge with me as I experience the most intense orgasm of my life.

Without warning, Hudson collapses on top of me while we try to get our frenzied breathing under control.

As he nestles into my neck, his low voice tickles my sensitive skin. “I’ll get right off you. I just need a minute.”

Laughing, I squeeze his butt lazily. “Don’t you dare. I like having you here.”

He turns his face my way, our gazes locking. “What am I supposed to do with you?”

“I have an idea or two. Maybe more.”

“I bet you do.” He brushes a strand of hair out of my face and places a kiss on my nose. “And trust me, I want to hear about every single one of them.”

We stay there for another few minutes, waiting for our hearts to slow down before starting all over again.

I don’t think the high from all of this will wear off anytime soon, but I’m more than okay with that.

Chapter Thirty-Three

“Gosh,I could just eat you up. Look at you and those cheeks of yours. Charlie, have you seen her cheeks?” Hudson is sitting on a stool in the bakery, Mirabelle perched on the big working table in front of him. He has his arms around her like a cage, making sure she’s safe while they’re playing together.

Since the bakery opening is getting closer, the three of us spend as much time together here as possible, even though I have to be honest and admit that my mind hasn’t been as much on the bakery lately as it used to be. What was once my sole focus—besides Mira, of course—has quickly given way to Hudson, and the rest of his family too.

I’m still extremely excited about the opening, but now I know it won’t be responsible for most of my happiness. Others things—or rather, people—have snuck into my life, mixing up my priority list a little. I quickly realized there’s nothing wrong with that, though. Now I’ll be able to enjoy both my business and everyone that has come to mean so much to me in my life.

Hudson’s looking at me expectantly, and I have to chuckle. “Mmm, let me think. I might have noticed those cute cheeks a time or two, silly.”

“Listen to your mama, Mira. She’s being all sassy since we’ve, you know, done some grown-up stuff.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I gasp.

If it wasn’t for Mira being right in front of him, I’d have thrown something at him.

“Would you stop it already?” I giggle and walk over to him, squeezing his arm, though I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be punishment for him or enjoyment for me. I know I’d be mighty fine feeling his muscles all day long. “You can’t keep making those remarks all the time.”

He looks at me like I just told him I lost his favorite toy. “What? Why not? I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

I give him a look I hope conveys all the happy feelings that are coursing through me whenever he’s around, or when I think of him. “Maybe try a more subtle way? Not everyone needs to know what we do behind closed doors, you know?”

“Or against a tree.”

This time, I almost choke on my own spit. “I can’t believe you, you’re incorrigible.” I grip his arm with some more force now, but am unable to hold back a chuckle.

He’s laughing loudly, clearly enjoying this little game of his. “You know I’m just kidding. I’ll keep the details to myself, don’t you worry. I’m way too selfish to share you with anyone, in any way. Although, I do hope I can tell the whole world about how awesome you are at some point—how awesome youbothare.”

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