Page 79 of Say You Love Me

“Hudson? Hudson James?” A man stops at our table, reaching down to clap Hudson on the shoulder. “That is you. I haven’t seen you in a while. How are you doing?”

Hudson gets up and the two men shake hands. “Here,” Hudson drags a chair over from another table. “Join us. Take a seat.”

The man sits. He’s younger than Hudson and has dirty blond hair that’s been gelled back from his face messily, as though he simply ran his hands through his hair and it stayed that way. He’s dressed in a dark leather jacket and ripped jeans.

He looks over at me, his mouth forming a smile. “Hi. I’m Austin.” He holds out his hand and I place mine in his cautiously.

“I’m sorry,” Hudson says. “I should have introduced you two. Austin, this is my wife, Finity.”

Austin is still holding my hand. His skin is warm and clammy against mine.

“Finity like infinity without the ‘in’?”

“Exactly.” I smile tightly.

“Unusual name. I like it.”

Austin and Hudson chat but Austin’s gaze keeps darting back to me. His eyes hover over my features, skipping between Hudson and me knowingly. His lips are plump and full and his blue eyes sparkle with mischief. There’s a carnal appreciation in the way he’s looking at me. As though he knows. As though this is no chance meeting.

Hudson stands when Austin goes to leave, grabbing his hand again, clamping his shoulder and speaking low into his ear. Austin nods, his eyes shooting to mine again. He takes a step forward, leaning over me and placing his hand on the back of my chair. His breath feels hot on my ear as he speaks.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Finity. I hope to see more of you in the future.”

And then he’s gone, disappearing through the maze of tables and out the door.

“Nice guy,” Hudson says.

“How do you know him?” I ask the question innocently, despite the twist of anxiety knotting in my stomach.

“Through work.”

“I haven’t seen him before.” I push the remainder of my dessert away, no longer hungry.

“He’s Seaton’s grandson’s friend. I met him at a work function a few weeks back.”

Both of us know why he was here. Both of us know that Hudson arranged this meeting. Both of us know he is lying. But neither of us talk about it.

The ride home is strained, but Hudson doesn’t seem to notice. He drives with one hand on the wheel, the other threaded with mine. Every so often he lifts our joined hands and presses a kiss to my fingers. There’s a burning heat in his gaze. One, that despite my hesitation, has my insides clenching in anticipation.

He keeps looking at me and smiling. He opens his mouth a couple of times as though he wants to say something and then closes it again. We’re almost home by the time he gathers the courage.

“So what did you think of Austin?”

I play innocent. “He seems nice.”

“Nice?” Hudson brings my fingers to his lips again, but this time instead of kissing them gently, he places one inside his mouth and sucks it from knuckle to nail. “Just nice?”

I’m torn. My body betrays me with a rush of heat to my core and I tip my head back against the headrest, drawing in a slow breath.

“Very nice,” I say.

Hudson’s hand falls to my leg. The split of material is open all the way to my thigh and he moves his hand slowly up the exposed skin. My breath hitches and my heart beats faster as his hand moves higher and higher. He lets out this choked groan as his fingers brush against my naked sex.

“You’re not wearing any underwear?”

Hudson pulls up outside our house. He turns off the engine and directs his full attention to me, leaning in for a kiss that melts any worry I might have had. My husband wants me. He loves me. Nothing can come between us.

As soon as we’re indoors, his hands are on me. We crash together, stumbling our way up the stairs as he pulls the dress over my head and sends it sailing to the ground. My bra and shoes are discarded before we reach the bedroom. He pushes me against the window, my breasts pushed to the glass, and his steel-hard cock jutting against my ass.

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