Page 65 of Playing With Fire
I pull Hudson over the threshold into my house and close the door behind him.
“Your truck…” I start.
“Is running, so we have three minutes at most.”
I give a disappointed laugh even though I’m not sure what I expected. Maybe another lunch hour? But even I know that would be way too risky at this point. “Damn,” I mutter.
He turns me into Gregor’s office and pushes me until I’m sitting on my husband’s desk before he reaches into the front pocket of his pants and pulls out… “Is that avibrator?” I ask.
His cocky smile has me opening my knees wider.
“I need to hear you come, Shannon. It’s all I can think about.”
The low whir of the small device reaches my ears as he crashes his lips to mine and pushes my dress up.
He pauses to look down and his smirk widens.
“I like satin. It’s a tattletale. There’s no hiding how wet you are for me.” He presses the device directly over my clit through my panties. The combination of the soft friction and the vibration is extremely effective in propelling my already-high desire for him straight to the edge.
Unlike that awful night with Greg, Hudson is aware of how stimulation works and my orgasm is ramping up quickly with the mid-range setting.
My hands claw at his shirt, trying to get it untucked so I can place them on his warm skin. His muscles contract beneath my touch and I know I’d scale heaven and hell to wake up next to this man every day.
Hudson moves his lips to the sensitive spot on my neck below my ear and begins to rub the vibrator up and down, placing his free hand low on my stomach like he did before. As soon as he applies pressure to that invisible button, I fly over the edge.
“I’m…oh, yes…that’s…”
“Say my name, Shannon. Tell me you understand who makes you come.”
“Oh, shit, Hudson. You do.”
He works me through the unending waves of pleasure, somehow knowing when to back off with the vibrator, and I fall forward into his chest as he peppers kisses into my hair.
“I’ve got to get back to the truck,” he says, trying to adjust the raging hard-on in his pants.
“What about this?” I ask, placing my palm over the straining material.
“There’s no time. Besides,” he grins, “that’s what these are for.” He holds his hands up, wiggling his fingers, making me laugh. Then he cups my face and his expression grows somber. “We probably need to talk about some things. I’m taking Camand Ally to the aquarium tomorrow at five-thirty. Can you and Serafina meet us there?”
There’s a chance we could run into Renee again, but my desire to see Hudson and move this thing forward is so strong, I easily brush away the warning. She doesn’t know Hudson, and he doesn’t have to say his name. We can pretend like we know each other from work, or maybe his niece got lost and I returned her to him. The lies flow easily and quickly into my brain.
“We’ll be there. We love the aquarium,” I confirm.
Hudson kisses me one last time and flies down my porch steps to his waiting truck.
Chapter 24
Hudson
Iwrangle Camden and Ally into their car seats with little issue. They’re so excited about the visit because I buy them a new stuffed animal every time we go. It’s well worth the money to ensure good behavior and an easy trip. When we get there, I let them run around the toddler area first, tiring themselves out while giving Shannon and I a chance to talk. This part also faces the front doors of the massive building, so I’ll be able to see Shannon when she gets here.
I grab a coffee and take a seat in the café, which is adjacent to the play area, only being separated by a low wall the kids can easily climb over. It’s enough for parents to feel like they have some much-needed space from their little terrors, but also close enough that they can continue to monitor their safety. It doesn’t take long for my niece and nephew to make friends and shortly after finding a couple of buddies, one of the moms approaches my table.
“They’re adorable,” she purrs, practically drooling in my lap.
Shannon seemed to enjoy my green Henley so muchMonday night, I purposefully wore the black one today, thinking she’d like it too. Unfortunately, it seems to be drawing this woman’s attention as well.
“Thanks.” I smile so as not to be a complete dick, but I’m hoping my short answers and lack of a returned compliment or question will help her get the hint.
