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HUDSON

I’m getting in way over my head.

Well, my dick is.

I, on the other hand, have been fighting yet another war in my head that’s been the sexiest and mind-blowing thing I’ve experienced ever.

I guess you wouldn’t call it a war because my dick wins every time so it’s more like a beating when Liv walks around my office and sways those hips. When she gives me those adorable little smirks that only prompt all the things I’ve done and have yet to do with her.

I’m fixated on that girl.

I crave more and all the ways I want to teach her how to be molded into what we could do together.

Together.

The shit is downright humorous if you’d talk to someone my age who’s married and always eye-fucks some twenty-year-old for shits and giggles. That strokes his cock later thinking about her.

I don’t have to do that.

One, because she seems to love it when I take her hard and fast. She also seems to really fucking get off when I talk dirty in her ear. She rides my cock like she was born to do only that and, honestly, I’d work my ass off just for her to be able to sit at home and do nothing. To clock out and have her do it all over again.

Yeah, I think the correct terminology would be pussy-whipped and it really needs to stop.

Like now.

But now isn’t a good time because she’s currently in my backyard, coming over after work while I was wrapping up a few things and watering my plants. She changed, now in a white crop top and the shortest shorts I’ve ever fucking seen in my life.

They cup her ass, riding up those toned legs and making me want to rip the denim material right in half.

She’s unaware of my standing mere yards from her, watching her like an old fucking creep while she uses the hose and carefully does her thing.

This needs to end.

She’s going to go off and live her life that hasn’t even started yet and I have Rapture Ink. We’re at different stages of our lives and I’m not looking to get jealous every time someone her age comes and flirts with her.

It’ll end up with me in jail over assault charges and I’m not looking for that kind of heat.

“How’d you break into my house, little one?”

Liv jumps, quickly pivoting around with her palm clutched over her heart and those beautiful tits I love putting in my mouth. “Geezus, Hudson,” she scolds, narrowing her eyes on me. “You scared me.”

“No shit. How did you break into my house?”

“I didn’t break in,” she argues, rubbing at her chest to get her heart to slow down. Those blues annoyingly narrowed in on me. “You never lock your doors.”

“I don’t remember asking you to come over today.”

She rolls those blue eyes and looks heavenward as if she can’t deal with me for another second. “You told me to make sure your plants didn’t die and it’s been a few days.”

“Mhm.” I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re just makin’ yourself at home, aren’t you?”

Liv slowly cocks her head to the side, seeing right through all my bullshit. “Plants. Death. Which part was confusing?”

“The part where you’re gonna have a severe case of red ass if you don’t stop striding in my space dressed like that.”

She glances down the length of her body. “Like what?”

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