Found in You: Page 16
It was a quarter after two when I answered my phone to Hudson's voice. We hadn't seen each other that morning. He'd slipped out while I was asleep in his bed, but he'd left my phone next to my head and a text message flashed on it telling me to make myself at home and he'd call me later.
Now, hearing him on the other end of the line, I realized how much I'd missed him in the mere handful of hours we'd been apart.
"Hey," I sighed into the receiver. "I'm glad you called."
"I said that I would."
We'd had so few phone conversations that they still took me by surprise, still delighted me to no end. "I'm glad both that you said you would and that you did."
"You are easily pleased." The smile on his face was apparent through the phone. "How has your day been?"
"Dreadful until this very moment." After Celia and I had parted ways, I'd thrown myself into putting together packages for Julia. The work had been fun and had occupied my mind completely. Still, the horror of the morning clung to me like a shadow.
"Oh? Why? What's wrong?" Immediately Hudson was on guard, ready to fight whatever battle I was facing.
His reaction made me eager to tell him about seeing Paul, but I swiftly reminded myself why that would be a bad idea. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong. Just everything is dreadful in comparison to being with you."
"I feel the same."
Just like that, Hudson could make me weak in the knees. "You don't know what that does to me to hear you say that."
"I can imagine." The husky tone of his words suggested he was imagining much naughtier things than he was saying out loud.
"How did your meetings go?" His change of subject was abrupt, and I was sure he'd been thinking naughty things and now he needed a safer topic of discussion.
Though pleased at Hudson's obvious arousal, I felt the chill of a shadow at the mention of my earlier meeting. "I've only met with one company so far. And it went well. I have to follow up, but I'm pretty sure it's a done deal."
"Of course it is. Who wouldn't want to work with you?"
"Should I make a list?" Before that morning, that list would have included Paul Kresh. Funny how quickly things changed.
"Yes, do. And I'll have each and every one of them shot." Something told me he was only half-kidding. Maybe even less than half. "Do you have any plans this evening?"
I switched over to my browser on my computer and loaded up an image of Hudson to stare at while he spoke. "I had planned to be adored by a hot, virile man." I traced my finger along the strong jaw of the picture on my monitor. "But I could cancel with him if you have something better in mind."
"You are, and I don't like it." His jealous growl was a turn-on. "Some people I know are holding an event at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens and I'd like to be there. With you."
"I'm all yours, H. Every time."
"Good. I'll pick you up at the club around six."
I looked down at my outfit-a dark green flare dress with a cut-out row of crisscrosses across my abdomen. It had a sense of class to it but perhaps was a little too risqué. "No, pick me up at my apartment. I need to change first."
"What you're wearing is perfect."
"How do you know what I'm wearing?" I looked around, half-surprised when I didn't see him standing in the office doorway. "Do you have security cameras in the club or something?" I wouldn't put it past him. I shivered, realizing what else cameras might have recorded. Like my meeting with Paul.
"Of course I have cameras. But I don't monitor their feed. Jordan told me what you were wearing."
"Ah, yes, Jordan." This was the second time my actions had been given away by him. If Hudson had spoken to my driver today, had he learned that Celia had been inquiring after me? How much did Hudson rely on Jordan to fill him in?
I tensed, the stress of carrying my secrets beginning to wear on me and raising my level of paranoia. "Tell me-is Jordan more than just my driver?"
"You didn't want a bodyguard. I had to compromise."
Hudson's matter-of-factness was almost as unnerving as what he was admitting. "So Jordan spies on me for you?"
"Spy is not an accurate description of what he does. He drives you places, makes sure you're safe, and reports back to me."
For a moment I considered arguing about the arrangement. But after I let the idea settle, I realized it wasn't so bad to be cared for by an overly cautious boyfriend.
I exhaled, letting my anxiety go.
"I heard that sigh. Tell me what bothers you about this?"
"Nothing, really. Only I wouldn't have come on to Jordan so unmistakably if I'd known he was reporting back to you." It was an obvious joke, considering Jordan was hired to drive me because he was g*y.
"We both know that didn't happen," he scolded. "That's twice you've tried to rile me. What exactly is your motive?"
"No motive. It's just fun to hear you get all possessive alpha male."
"If you want possessive alpha male, I can certainly comply."
I smiled, leaning back into my seat. "I want you to be you. Which is already really possessive alpha male, but if there's more of that you're keeping from me, bring it on."
"I changed my mind. I'll pick you up at five-thirty."
"Okay. Extra stop planned?"
"No. I need time to f**k you on the way over in the limo without worrying about being rushed."
I was glad I was already seated. Otherwise, I may have hit the floor. "You need to mark your territory?"
"I need to be inside you. Otherwise, I'll be uncomfortably hard and unable to concentrate on business."
I closed my eyes and let my mind fill with his dirty plans. "Then I shall be waiting at five-thirty."
"Be ready for me."
"I will be." I had an appointment with another event planner, but it was scheduled for four. Plenty of time. "I should be done with my appointments by five."
"When I said ready, I meant that I want you wet."
"Oh. Well, I'm sure that won't be a problem." It never was where Hudson was concerned, especially when he exerted his alpha male persona. "But maybe you can send me some dirty texts on your way to help heighten the mood."
"I'm sure that could be arranged."
It was ten minutes before Hudson was supposed to arrive when he sent his first text, and honestly, by that time I'd forgotten to expect it. So when my phone buzzed that I'd received it, I read it without preparing myself. Which was a mistake.
"I'm craving the taste of your pu**y on my lips."
"Everything okay?" David had arrived a few minutes before and my shock at Hudson's message must have read across my face.
"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm...just..."
A second text buzzed through before I could finish my thought. "I've been thinking about it all day. Your pu**y. How it feels, how it tastes, how it smells."
Followed by a third. "And the sounds you make when I'm touching you and eating you."
My body felt warm. "Uh, Hudson's on his way," I managed. "I didn't realize it was already so late."
"Then better get wrapped up. Don't want to leave the boss waiting."
I internally cringed at David's reference to Hudson as the boss-Hudson hated that-then sent a quick text reply. "I'm already wet." Nothing had ever been truer.
I'd only had time to shut my laptop and stand from the couch where I'd been working before his next message came through.
"I'm hard for you, too. So hard it hurts."
I turned away from David, fearful he could guess the gist of my text conversation if I didn't hide my face. "What will you do to me when you're with me?"
Hudson's response came quickly, but I waited until I'd packed away my laptop in my computer bag before reading what he had to say.
"First I'll spank you for teasing me with talk of other men."
"Come outside and find out."
"You're here? You came early." Thank god I'd already finished my work. I was suddenly desperate to see Hudson, glad that I could leave immediately.
"Have a good night, David," I said, barely paying attention to his response as I left the office, reading Hudson's next text as I walked.
"No. I'm f**king hard as stone for you, but I won't come early." His next text came before I had a chance to respond. "Get out here."
Computer bag on my shoulder, purse tucked away inside it, I was practically running, stopping only to text one quick word. "Coming."
I waited until I was about to step out of the club to read his final reply. "Yes. You will be."
I shielded my eyes as I walked into the sunlight and saw Jordan standing with the door of the car open. Not just any car-a limo.
I raised a surprised brow as I approached. "Fancy ride." Maybe I should have insisted on going home to change. I was definitely not dressed for black tie.
Jordan nodded but offered no explanation.
I poked my head in the back of the car and shrieked as Hudson's strong arms pulled me, belly down, across his lap. His hand was under my skirt fondling my rump before Jordan had the door shut behind me.
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