Page 24 of The Billionaire's Engagement

“Hudson,” I said breathy.

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HUDSON

Istood in front of the one woman I needed to stay away from. I tried to stay away, but I just couldn’t. I missed Mila. Not just the sex, but Mila herself— her laugh, our talks, being close to her. When she was growing up, we weren’t that close. Sure, I visited her on birthdays and holidays, bringing her presents that I’m not even sure she liked or kept. I chatted with her about school and what kinds of things she was into, but that was it. I was busy talking to my best friend about my next business venture and investment, or who I was dating.

All that didn’t matter now. All I wanted was Mila. She was the one I wanted in my life. The last three days were torture and felt like the days went by so slow. Even when I tried to keep busy with work, I couldn’t focus. I would look at photos that we took during our trip, the memories of us haunting me.

Mila texted me, checking to see how I was doing and if we can hang out, but I resisted texting her back and calling her. Remembering our time together and how it felt to be in a relationship—albeit a fake relationship—with her, I knew that I couldn’t stay away any longer. I jerked off at least twice a day since returning home, thinking of Mila. I missed her. I had the most incredible time with her in Hawaii, needing to see her again. I knew I was out of my mind being here, risking Nelson seeing me in his backyard, going into Mila’s place.

Before she opened the front door, I stood there a long minute, debating if being here was a good idea. I was about to turn and walk away, but I wasn’t a coward so I stayed, ready to see my sweet girl. When Mila opened the door, I was breathless. She was so goddamn beautiful, even dressed for the gym. My eyes roamed down her body, taking every inch of her to memory. I balled my hands to fists, thinking of all the men at the gym gaping at Mila and her curvaceous body as she wore these tight, body-hugging clothing.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your day,” I said, my body relaxing as our eyes met again.

She let out a husky laugh, the beautiful sound melting my heart. “You sound so formal,” she teased, smirking.

I rolled my eyes as she continued to laugh.That does it.I hooked my arms around her waist and jerked her to my body, then crushed my lips on hers, giving her a hot, panty-melting kiss. She’s going to know how much I missed her.

Her body stiffened for a brief moment then she relaxed, kissing me back. She dragged me into the pool house with our lips still locked, then kicked the door shut. Her hands ran through my hair, gripping on fistfuls, causing a low growl to rumble in my chest. I licked the seam of her lips, urging her to part them, and allowing my tongue access into her mouth. My tongue slid in, meeting hers. Our tongues danced and curled around one another, finding the rhythm of our song once again. Our kiss was hungry, and I was taking everything I could from her.

She moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating against our lips as I deepened our kiss. My heartbeat sped up, my arms tightening my hold around her, pressing her against my body until there wasn’t any space left between us. I reluctantly pulled away, releasing the kiss, soft pants leaving our lips as we tried to catch our breaths.

“I missed you, angel,” I said low, cupping her jaw and gazing into her dark eyes.

“I missed you too, baby.” She flashed her beautiful smile, making the butterflies in my stomach flutter.

There was a sizzle in the air between us, an undeniable chemistry we have. I leaned in, pressing my lips on hers once again, spinning her around and pinning her against the wall. There was no way I wanted this to end.

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MILA

Hudson’s here. I couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t responded to my texts or made any type of contact with me for the last three days, but suddenly showed up to my door and kissed me. I missed him so much, his kiss sent a surge of electrical energy through my nerves. His touch had my body on fire and aching for more from him. I led him to the couch, it reminded me of when we fucked in the living room of our hotel suite. That was an incredible night.

I grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. My hands ran down his chest, refamiliarizing myself with his body, as if I haven’t seen him in months. His body was sculpted to perfection, my fingers following the grooves of his muscles as it flexed under my touch.

He pulled my cropped tank top off of me, exposing my bare breasts. My nipples hardened as soon as the cool air from the room swept over them. He grabbed my tits, kneading them.

“I missed these perfect tits,” he growled, then pulled one of my nipples in his mouth, suckling and teasing it with his tongue.

I moaned, my fingers raking through his salt-and-pepper hair. He moved onto my other breast, giving it the same attention, his tongue circling around my nipple before he sucked on the sharp tip. He flicked each of my nipples with the tip of his tongue with short strokes, then tugged it between his teeth, the pinching sensation went straight to my clit. My pussy throbbed, arousal flooding my panties, making me gasp.

His hand lowered to the waistband of my pants, slipping underneath it and my underwear until he was stroking my slick sex.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, angel.” His voice was low and raspy, mischief filling his eyes.

“I need you, baby. I want your big cock inside me,” I whimpered, closing my eyes as his hand rubbed my pussy, spreading the slickness all over.

I kicked off my shoes before he pulled my pants and panties down and off my legs.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so gorgeous,” he purred.

I blushed at his compliment. My hands reached the waistband of his pants, undoing them and pulling them down and off his legs, along with his boxer briefs. His erection pointed straight at me, twitching and ready for my mouth and pussy to devour his entire length. I licked my lips then bit my bottom lip, gazing into his eyes that were hazed with lust.

He guided me to the couch, having me sit down. He kneeled down between my legs, licking his lips as he stared at my dripping wet pussy. He leaned in, inhaling a deep breath before licking up my slit.

I gasped, my hips squirmed. He pushed my inner thighs apart, spreading me wider, then holding me down as he continued to lick my pussy. I pulled my knees toward me, holding onto them as his tongue weaved through my folds. He found my clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, giving it short, quick flicks. A surge of energy buzzed from my clit to my core as he licked and sucked my swollen bud, his skilled mouth increased the pleasure building inside me.

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