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I shifted onto my back, knowing exactly what he wanted. He followed me down, leaning in for a kiss first, soft, lingering, brushing his fingers over my jaw. “I love you so fucking much,” he whispered.
“You’d better.” I smirked. “I don’t let just anyone use my face as a chair.”
His grin curved, slow and wicked. “You know exactly how to make a man feel extra special.”
He braced his hands on either side of my head and lowered himself, settling over me until his ass was just above my mouth. I gripped his hips and guided him down, parting him until his hole was right where I wanted it.
“God,” he groaned. “This may take a while. You really got it all the way up in there.”
“I’m not complaining.” I planted a loving kiss right on him. I kept kissing, slow and adoring, stroking the swell of his cheeks as his breathing deepened, the heat between us thick and unhurried.
And that was exactly how I planned to end the night, with him spread over me, open and mine, until neither of us could take any more.
24
HUDSON
The first thing I noticed when I woke was the weight of Matty’s arm over my ribs. The second was how badly I didn’t want to move.
The bedroom was still dim, the curtains leaking only the barest sliver of morning light. We’d stumbled back to the house sometime after two, half-dressed, half-asleep, and fully wrecked from hours at the lake. We’d barely had the energy to shower before collapsing into Matty’s bed, tangled up in each other like we were trying to fuse back into one person after years apart.
Now he was warm against my back, breathing slow and steady, his arm resting around me like he never wanted to let me go.
Carefully, I slipped out from under his arm without waking him, shifting my weight to the edge of the mattress. I’d almost made it when his arm tightened, pulling me back against him like he’d been awake the whole time.
“Mm-mm.” He wrapped himself around me until we were pressed flush. His breath was warm against the back of my neck. He brushed his lips over my skin in slow, lazykisses, then tucked his face into the curve where my neck met my shoulder.
I huffed a quiet laugh and patted his forearm. “Matt…”
“Shh, I’m in heaven,” he mumbled.
“I need to shower.” I tilted my head toward him so I could breathe. “I want to check on Ivy before work.”
“We checked in on her when we got in,” he murmured into my hair, voice still rough from sleep. “You don’t have to go in today.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“You don’t,” he said firmly, squeezing me a little for emphasis. “You could stay here with me. We’ll?—”
I rolled over to face him and kissed him quickly before he could get any more ideas. “I’m not slacking off just because I’m fucking the boss’s son.”
His eyes sharpened, and he cupped my chin. “I love fucking you, Hud, but that’s not just what this is.”
Something in me softened. I leaned forward and kissed him again, slower this time. “I know. I didn’t mean it like that. I…” I exhaled. “I don’t want anyone thinking I’m getting special treatment.”
He studied me for a beat longer, then let me go. “How can I not give you special treatment when I’m obsessed with you? It’s just not possible.”
Laughing, I swung my legs out of bed. “Obsessed, huh?”
“You heard me.” He reached out and slapped my ass hard.
“Hands off the goods, bud. You got enough of that last night.”
I slipped into the shower before he lured me back into that bed for round…fuck, I’d lost count by the lake. I turned the shower on and stepped in, groaning when the hot water hit my sore muscles. Back home, it took minutes for the hot water to come on.
A second later, the glass door eased open, and Matty stepped in naked behind me. His palm glided over my hip like it belonged there.
“Matt.”
