Page 16 of Secretary Crush
“You don’t want to stop?” I ask, a new sense of excitement filling my body.
Her big green eyes look up at me from beneath her long, dark lashes. “Do you want to stop?”
“I’d rather cut off my own hand than stop,” I tell her, stepping toward her. My hand wraps around her lower back, and I pull her chest against mine. Our mouths meet, and she wraps her arms around my neck, holding me to her.
“Then it’s settled,” she whispers against my lips.
11
ELLA
Hudson gives me a ride home on his motorcycle, and I love every thrilling moment of it. By the time I make it up to my apartment, I’m so amped up that I can’t calm down. I pour a glass of wine, and someone knocks on the door. I open it, thinking that Zoe heard me come in. I’m surprised when I see Hudson on the other side of the door.
“How’d you know which door was mine?” I ask.
“I’m your boss. It was on your application.” His eyes darken. “Can I come in?”
I smile and take a step back. “You want a glass of wine?” I ask, walking toward the kitchen.
“If that’s all you have,” he says, following me.
I walk around the island and pour him a glass. He stays on one side while I stay on the other. We sip our wine.
“Why’d you follow me up?” I finally ask after several long, quiet minutes. Tension is building.
“I thought you might need help washing all that grease off your body,” he replies.
My body flashes with heat. I toss back the rest of my wine, then I walk around the island. “Follow me,” I tell him, glancing at him from over my shoulder.
He follows me to the bathroom. I reach in and start the shower. While the water warms, I start to remove my clothes as I watch him. Watching me, he begins to take off his. We’re both slowly undressing, our eyes glued to the other. I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his rock-hard biceps, pecs, and abs. I glance down his body and find that V between his hips. His strong, calloused hands move to his belt, and he unfastens it. He quickly unbuttons and unzips his jeans before kicking off his motorcycle boots. He pushes his jeans down his hips, and that’s when I turn and step into the shower.
I dip my head back and let the hot water wash over my hair. Before I can reach for the shampoo, the shower door is opening, and he’s stepping inside with me. Finally, I can look him up and down with nothing in our way. His arms, pecs, and shoulder blades are covered in black ink. There’s more on his thighs and calves. What really gets my attention, though, is his impressive size. I thought he was going to rip me in half earlier, and now I know why. I reach out and wrap my hand around him. I have small hands, but his girth is too much for my fingers to even touch. He’s long too, and I’m suddenly wondering how in the world all of that fit inside me.
Too curious to think anymore, I fall to my knees and slip his tip between my lips. The moment he’s in my mouth, he lets out a long breath, and a moan echoes around the shower stall. His hand immediately flies to my hair and tightens into a fist. He doesn’t force my head to move forward or back. He lets me keep my own pace, but he’s holding on for the ride the entire time.
Before I’m ready to stop, he’s begging me to.
“El, fuck baby, stop. Please,” he begs in a soft whisper.
I don’t. I can’t. I want to taste him like he tasted me.
“El,” he says my name, this time with more authority.
I don’t listen.
“If you make me come in that sexy little mouth of yours, it’s going to take me the rest of the night buried balls deep inside you before I’ll be able to come again.”
Well, that doesn’t sound like a punishment.
“Fuck, El.” Those are his last words before his release bubbles out of him and trickles into my mouth as his hips begin to thrust with his release. I swallow down every last drop he has to offer. Then his hand lands gently on my jaw, and he directs my mouth up to his. I don’t expect him to kiss me, not after I just swallowed his seed, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. He slams his mouth to mine, and his tongue thrusts into my mouth. He pulls my body against his, and his hand moves to my needy clit. His fingers slide between my folds, and he runs circles around my sensitive nub. I’m ready to shatter all over again.
It’shard to keep things casual at work. I feel like I keep getting caught checking him out. Tony walked into the office earlier. I have no idea how long he stood there, staring at me while I zoned out and relived the best night I’ve ever had. All I know is that when he broke me free of my daydream, I almost jumped right out of my skin, and he laughed all the way out of the office.
Everyone knows I’m acting differently, but nobody knows why, and it’s clear that Hudson is trying just as hard as I am to keep what happened here last night a secret. He’s even more closed off than before. He’s just got to where he would come sit in the office with the whole group and have lunch, but now he’s avoiding the office altogether.
I sit and have lunch with the guys in the office like always. They don’t seem to notice Hudson’s lack of appearance, but I sure do. I keep glancing out the window to find him looking my way or ignoring everything and focusing on the bike he’s working on. I do my best to stay in the moment with the guys. I talk and laugh at all the right times, but they can tell my mind is elsewhere. I don’t volunteer any information like I normally would, and honestly, I’m not even sure what they’re talking about. I just let out a fake laugh when I hear everyone else laugh.
After lunch, the guys leave the office and go back to their workstations, and I get busy cleaning things up. I wipe down the table, sweep the floor, and gather up the trash to take it out for the day. I lug the big, heavy trash bag around the outside of the building and swing it over the top of the dumpster. When I turn around, I’m surprised to see Hudson walking toward me. He’s carrying an oil pan. He sets it on the ground next to the container the used oil goes in until it can be recycled.
