Page 13 of The Billionaire's Engagement

Hudson, resist and walk away.

I’m not sure how long we stood there staring at one another, but my gaze on her didn’t break. I was in a trance, all the thoughts of needing to stay away from her flew away. I wanted to go to her and gather her in my arms. As if she knew what I was thinking, she held her arms out, and like a moth to a flame. I walked over to her, closing the distance. My resolve crumbled and I gave into the temptation. The fight is over, and I’ve lost.

7

MILA

Iwelcomed Hudson with open arms, wrapping my arms around his waist, placing my face against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat quicken. I wanted this. I wanted him. I saw the way he looked at me, how his eyes hazed with lust as his gaze roamed down my body slowly. I knew he was conflicted with the situation between us, but I could also see his desire take over, wanting me. So I opened up my arms, hoping he’d walk into them, which he did without hesitation.

He wrapped his strong arms around me, his hand caressing my back, the other tightly wound around my waist. Our bodies were pressed together. I inhaled a deep breath and he smelled so delicious, like the ocean and masculinity. When I walked into the room, I noticed his hair was still damp. With the freshness of his scent and his change of clothes, I figured he just took a shower.

When I woke up this morning, Hudson was gone. I learned his morning routine, which always started with a morning run on the beach. Since there weren’t any events scheduled today for the wedding guests, I decided to get into my bikini and sunbathe on the beach, hoping to see Hudson running by, which sadly I didn’t.

The last couple of days since the day we became intimate in the shower have been miserable. I tried not to make things awkward, but I was upset. Hudson attempted to converse with me, but I couldn’t give him engaged answers. The attraction was there between us, but he resisted and kept his distance, as if we weren’t obligated to be together as theengagedcouplewe were supposed to be.

“I missed you,” I murmured into his chest.

He loosened his arms and my body stiffened.Shit.Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.

I twisted my head, looking away. He pinched my chin between his fingers and turned my head until our eyes locked.

“I missed you, too, angel. Let me show you how much,” he said lowly, then scooped me up and led us to the bedroom.

He kicked the door shut and laid me on the bed, a feral look filling his eyes as he hovered over me. He crushed his lips on mine in a demanding, hungry kiss. I parted my lips as his tongue slipped into my mouth, colliding with mine. Our tongues twisted and danced with one another as my hands draped around his neck. Bringing him lower, I erase the space between us. I took what I wanted in our kiss, needing more to make up for the days we weren’t together.

Our kiss was hasty, leaving me breathless. He pulled back, a sly grin spreading across his face. I gripped his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor. He cupped my jaw, caressing my cheek with his thumb as he stared into my eyes.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Mila,” he said.

My cheeks burned, blushing. Before I can thank him, he kissed me again. His hands roamed along my body, stopping at my breasts and squeezing them. He reached behind my back, and I sat up enough for him to untie my bikini top. He tossed it off the bed, then cupped my tits again.

I moaned as he squeezed them and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking until it became a sharp peak. He teased my nipple with his tongue, licking and flicking it before sucking on it again, then tugged it between his teeth. I gasped after he bit down, then licked it to soothe the sting. Without neglecting my other tit, he paid the same attention, drawing out more moans from me.

He trailed kisses down my stomach until he reached the waistband of my bikini bottoms, then pulled them down and off my legs. His hands slid up my legs, pushing them apart, spreading me wide as he settled between my legs with his face near my pussy.

His finger stroked my slit, spreading my wetness. My hips squirmed and I moaned.

“Such a pretty pussy. Who owns this pussy, angel?” he growled, his eyes snapping up to mine.

“You do,” I said breathy. “Daddy owns my pussy.”

“That’s right, angel. No other man will take what’s mine,” he growled again, then licked up my slit.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

His tongue licked through my folds, exploring every crevice of my pussy. He rimmed my opening and thrusted his tongue into my pussy, tongue-fucking me. He held my hips down with one hand and used his other to open up my folds, exposing my swollen clit where his tongue gave quick flicks to stimulate it.

I mewled, pleasure growing inside me. I grabbed onto my tits, pinching my nipples. Pleasure shot directly from my nipples to my throbbing clit.

His mouth clamped down around my clit, sucking on it, getting me closer to reaching my climax. I ran my hands through his thick, salt and pepper hair, gripping on a fistful of strands as his tongue continued to work wonders on my pussy. A low groan rumbled, vibrating against my pussy.

“I’m coming, Daddy,” I whimpered.

He lifted up briefly, then said, “Look at me when you come, angel.”

My eyes locked with his, then he sucked on my clit hard, my core tingling. My pussy clenched, back bowed off the bed, and I cried out. Waves of pleasure ripped through my body as my body shuddered while he lapped up my release.

Hudson sat up, smirking.

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