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I opened my eyes to find Hudson had moved to stand beside the bed across from me, a mix of torment and desire on his handsome face.

If he was as turned on as I was, maybe he’d welcome the relief I knew I could give him. God, I desperately wanted to. My mouth watered at the thought of dropping to my knees in front of him and tasting every last drop he’d give me.

That was it. That was all it took to make my decision.

I was crossing the room before I could think of all the reasons this might be a bad idea, because right then, my desperate desire was overtaking any sense of reason.

Please don’t let me fuck this up,I thought as he stood still and watched me come closer.Let me show you how good this could be again.

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HUDSON

IWAS SO hard I wasn’t thinking straight.

That could be the only explanation for the way I simply stood there as Drew rounded the bed to my side. His hard-on tented his black boxer briefs; he was fully aroused from the jack-off moment I’d blatantly watched.

I had no business looking, the same way Drew shouldn’t have removed his pants and put on a show just for me.

But…

Watching the sensual picture he made as he got himself off, giving me that glimpse of his cock…it was too much to bear while being this turned on. He’d always been utterly unashamed in his sexuality, which I’d always found so hot, and apparently still did. In the past, Drew had made the first move when I held myself back. Now here we were again: a hotel room, a half-naked body, and two aching cocks.

Fuck me to hell.

Drew’s heated eyes found mine.

“Do you want to touch me?” he said, a rough edge to his voice. “Or watch?”

Bothwas the first word that popped into my head, but no. I couldn’t let myself. Could I?

As if he could sense the warring inside and wanted to push me over the edge, Drew curled his fingers around the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head before tossing it aside.

When all that smooth muscle came into view, I knew I was in a world of trouble. His body was a work of art, all sculpted abs begging my tongue to trace them. I couldn’t stop staring as I took in a shuddering breath, feeling the enormity of his question lingering between us.

Drew cocked his head. “Or maybe you want me to touchyou.”

Yes. No. Shit.I wanted all of it.

“Ah, that’s it, isn’t it.” A smirk hit his lips as he sauntered toward me, the cocky fucker. But he had full reason to be—I wasn’t moving away, was I?

I closed my eyes as Drew leaned in close, skimming his nose along my neck until his lips were at my ear.

“You’re gonna have to say it, H.”

His warm breath made me shiver, and as if to up the ante, he reached down between us to cup the rock-hard bulge through my pants.

“Say it.” When he squeezed my dick, I sucked in a gasp.

“Yes,” I managed.

He gave me another firm stroke and leaned back in, nibbling at my ear. “Yes what?”

I wanted to growl that he knew what, and the frustration in my voice was evident when I said, “Keep fucking touching me.”

Drew let out a low chuckle as he reached for the button of my pants and flicked it open. “Since you asked so nicely…”

God, I wasn’t used to someone else making the first move, not since the last time Drew and I—

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