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“Mmhmm,” he murmurs, gazing up at me.
Leaning back, he drags in a breath. “Feel good, sweetheart?” When I sluggishly nod, he presses a kiss right between my legs again. “Good. It’s all for you, Dove. Use my tongue. Consider it yours.”
When he begins to lick me again, this time harder and faster, my body all but bounces against his mouth. And soon, I’m grinding against his face as I feel my toes begin to curl and my vision darken.
“Yes,” I whimper, my thighs involuntarily squeezing around his face. “Oh … God … yes …”
When my orgasm fully washes over me, I almost fall forward because I’m so dizzy. The water pours over us, and gradually, I come back down to earth and stop feeling like I’m flying.
Looking at him, I reach down and cup his face. “Thank you,” I pant. “Thank you so much.”
His face drips from the shower spray, though I’m sure some of it’s from me too. Slowly, he lifts me from him and stands. He brushes the wet hair from my forehead as his eyes dance around my face.
“Anytime.”
He spins me around, and I feel his length poke me in the ass. But he doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he reaches for the shampoo and pumps it a few times into his hand.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he rubs his hands together, brings them to my head, and starts to lather.
“Washing your hair,” he answers matter-of-factly. Like that’s the most normal thing in the world.
Just when I think I’m starting to figure Hudson Hercules out, the man washes my hair.
The black dress I’m wearing is tight. Probably too tight by some people’s standards. Like my own. I’ll admit, when Rossi knocked on my door earlier and handed it to me with a pair of skyscraper heels, I was nervous. Because that meant I’d have to be alone with Enzo. At least, that’s what I assumed. But once Rossi and Hudson ushered me to the SUV, they told me we were meeting Enzo at some club.
Enzo hasn’t been around much, but his crew has. Which meant Hudson and I have had very little time alone the past five days since I gave him a blow job while he was on the phone with Enzo and he ate me out in the shower.
It was already too hot in this vehicle. Now … it’s unbearable.
Going out to clubs isn’t something Enzo typically does with me. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about him trying to set me up to get killed or something crazy.
“Warm enough, Ms. James?” Rossi says from the passenger seat, keeping his head forward. “Hercules likes to keep it ninety-five degrees in every car he drives.”
“I don’t like to be cold,” Hudson mutters before his eyes find mine in the mirror. “Are you hot?”
I wipe my hands together, feeling the sweat gathered on my palms. “I’m a little warm, yes.”
I fan myself with my hand. Truth be told, I feel like a roasted peanut in those warmer things at the store. Or one of those hot dogs rolling on those heater things that probably sit there all day, just waiting for the right customer to come snatch them up. Point is, Hudson has it smoldering in this car.
“I’ll turn it down for the two of us,” Rossi says, fidgeting with the controls before looking at Hudson. “Not everyone wants to feel like they are living in Santa Claus’s ass crack.”
“How would you know how it feels to live in Santa Claus’s ass?” Hudson gives him the side-eye. “I personally thought it was the perfect temp.”
“You thought wrong, man. You thought wrong.” Rossi wipes the sweat from his brow just as we turn in front of a building with a line out the door. “Looks like a full house tonight, huh?”
“Yep,” Hudson mutters. “Fucking perfect.”
Pulling in a VIP spot up front, Hudson opens the center console, grabs a gun, hands it to Rossi, and then grabs another, tucking it into his waistband.
“Ready to roll?” Rossi says to me with a smile.
“Sure.” I nod and move toward the car door.
“Great. Let’s do it.” He pushes the door open and gets out, but doesn’t get a chance to open the back door before Hudson does.
Keeping the door open, he looks blankly at the club. But when I start to pass by, he places his hand close enough for his fingertips to brush my waistline. “Be careful tonight, Dove. I won’t be far.”
Stepping around him, I let my hand drag across his abdomen. “Thanks. You too.”
