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“And now you know everything?” I pose, my breathing shallow and almost on the verge of panting. He’s so dangerously close to swiping his fingers along my now sopping clit that I could almost arch into him and do it myself.
“Am I making you uncomfortable, Opie?”
I slowly rock my head back and forth. “No, I just don’t want another case of whiplash.”
His green eyes shoot up to meet mine and I feel deliciously trapped underneath them. “I’m just following along with our bargain.”
“Are you? No one here has seen you kiss me, and my mom thinks I’m up to something.”
“You are up to something,” he throws back, pulling away from me and leaning back on the couch. “As for kissing you, I think we’re pushing a line with that one.”
This guy.
Is he for real?
“Says the guy who just wanted to sink his two fingers deep inside me.”
Hudson glowers at me before his facial expression lightens a bit, then he fucking smirks like something delicious just hit his brain. “Three. You look like you need some punishment in your life.”
I fight back the excited shiver that wants to rattle my whole body. “If that’s what you want to call it.”
“Watch it, Opie.”
“Shut up, Hudson. You’ve just seen what I did to someone who annoyed me.”
He looks heavenward as if it wasn’t impressive. “If you think—” I shove my sandwich into his big mouth because, frankly, I don’t want to hear any more.
Can’t, actually.
Hudson is my boss. I need the paycheck for school and my dream food truck, and nothing else in between. I have enough on my plate. I don’t require a sexual harassment charge or want to give the impression that I’m not taking my job seriously.
“That’s better,” I surmise, crossing my arms along my chest and removing my thigh from his.
Idiot.
twelve
. . .
HUDSON
EMILY: And there’s a family dinner I have planned for next Saturday. I try to do it at least once a month to get everyone together.
EMILY: Do you like seafood?
EMILY: Norah’s wedding has a caraway salmon with a rye berry and beet salad or the chicken. Which one can I put you down for?
EMILY: And it’s a formal affair. So you’ll have to wear a suit and tie.
I don’t know how the hell Liv’s mom got my phone number but she’s been at it all morning.
And when I mean all I mean since seven a.m. this morning.
I’m not a functioning man at that hour, nor am I one who socializes outside of my normal circle. Dealing with Emily is an immediate headache and it needs to stop.
I have my regular coffee on the way to work, listen to my Spotify playlist, and my phone still goes off.
And off.
