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“Don’t stop,” I shamelessly cried out. “Hudson…please…harder…”

“My pleasure, baby,” he said, and my fingers dug into the surface of his desk as he gave me what I wanted.

Luckily, we were the only ones in the building because I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. The harder Hudson fucked me, the louder my cries became. We were grunts, moans, cries, whimpers, and moans in a symphony of the hottest sex that I’d ever had.

A few minutes later, I was ready to explode. “Oh, God…Hudson…don’t stop. Oh, God…don’t stop. I’m….I’m…”

“Cum on my cock,” he demanded. “Cum on my cock, baby. Let me feel it.”

In a kaleidoscope of sexual pleasure, I did exactly as he had commanded, and like a goddamn storybook fairytale, Hudson was cumming with me. In a desperate bid to make this moment last forever, he kept slamming into me deeply, and I wrapped my arms around him, refusing to let him go.

Holy crap.

Chapter 5

Zara~

It was early Christmas morning, and I never thought any of my Christmas mornings would include waking up in Hudson Royal’s bed. After that incredible kiss in his office and everything else that had come afterwards, we had ended up leaving work, heading to his condo, then going on to have an even more incredible night. Sure, we had promised to make up the hours on Monday, but I wasn’t sure how we were going to accomplish that now that I knew what his penis felt like inside my vagina.

Jesus Christ.

I glanced over, and Hudson was sleeping peacefully besides me, his steady breathing making that sexy tattooed chest of his rise and fall with each breath. He really was beautiful when he wasn’t being an overbearing, controlling, demanding dick of a boss.

Reaching over towards the nightstand, I grabbed my phone, then fired off a group text.

Me:Merry Christmas! It’s my boss

Hattie:There’s nothing wrong with that. Also, Congratulations!

Vivian:Ditto. Merry Christmas, Hookers!

Sloane:Merry Christmas! Working late doesn’t sound so bad now anymore (winking emoji)

Rachel:I knew it! I mean, who else could it have been?

Me:Not the gay security guard, that’s 4 sure

Rachel:What?

Me:That’s a story for another time

Alessa:Congratulations! Don’t ruin it by overthinking it (smiling emoji)

The woman knew me well.

Chanel:Merry Christmas! A VERY Merry Christmas apparently (laughing emoji)

Me:Very. Trust me. So, so, so very…LOL

Kit:Merry Christmas! U guys r going 2 make such pretty babies. Name 1 after me!

Before I could respond, I felt a warm, heavy, masculine arm drop over my naked waist. “What time is it?” Hudson asked, his lips moving against the middle of my back.

I shot off a quick text to let the girls know that he was awake, and you would think that we were a bunch of teenage boys in the locker room with what they replied back. Society labeled men as the perverted gender, but it was the world’s best kept secret that women were worse than men.

“Early,” I answered as I put my phone back on the nightstand.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he murmured, and my heart tripped over itself with how sincere he sounded.

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