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His hand slides to my cheek, and he pushes it into my hair. The small amount of force from such a big man has me stumbling back the slightest bit, my ass landing on the edge of his desk.
“I’m sorry. To be honest, I was nervous he was going to tell me something wasn’t healed. Or worse, that I needed another surgery.”
I gaze up at him, suddenly feeling shy. “So, you’re all healed then. Like … you can go hike a mountain if you want?”
“The only mountain I’m climbing is you, sweetheart,” he drawls, his lips turning up from humor.
“That was extremely cheesy,” I say before reaching down and unzipping my hoodie. “But I’ve waited weeks for this day. So, bring it on.”
“One thing I can’t stop thinking about is how much you gave up when you were in Italy.” He grips my hair lightly. “Your hair. Your freedom. Fuck, even your voice, Briar, was minimized.”
Tugging his shirt above his head, he tosses it to the floor. “As much as I want to make that drawing come true, I want something more.” Reaching down, he unbuttons his jeans, but doesn’t push them down. “I keep thinking how you deserve, more than anything, to be in charge. To take what you want and nothing less.”
Leaning forward, he captures my mouth with his and kisses me before sliding his hands down my body and cupping my ass. Spinning me around, he trades places with me, so now, it’s him leaning on the desk.
“You don’t talk much about everything that happened over there. And you avoid conversations about Enzo and how it all ended. But I know it gets to you.” His voice grows thicker. “I know that because sometimes, you cry in your sleep.”
Blood rushes to my cheeks. I’ve had countless nightmares since everything went down weeks ago, but I didn’t think he knew. I didn’t want him to either because he’s been healing and I didn’t want to pile on. After all, I was very fortunate not to get shot.
“I’m okay,” I whisper, trying to assure him.
There’s a slight shake of his head, and his beautiful eyes roam my face. Searching, but I’m not sure what for.
“I think you want to always be strong because you’re afraid I can’t handle someone else’s pain. Or maybe because you think there’s no room for your hurt in my life.” His arms wrap around my body as he leans against his desk. “We both know what it’s like to walk through hell and still find our way back. But you have to let me in the way I’ve let you in. All right?” Through my shirt, I feel his heart beating against mine. Pulling back, he looks down at me. “Take back control, Briar. Use my body and take back all that’s been taken from you.”
He hasn’t taken from me. He’s given. But the world has stolen so much.
Taking my hand, he slowly runs my palm down his abdomen, stopping at the band of his briefs. “Use me, baby. Take it all out on me. I can take it.” Kissing me again, he keeps his palm against my cheek. “Because I’m healed. Now … let me heal you.”
I know it’s not his fault. None of it was. But if that’s what he wants … I am going to give it to him. I let my zip-up hoodie fall from my shoulders and onto the ground before I peel my tank top off. Hudson reaches for my jeans, but I swat his hand away.
“I’m in control, remember?” I drop to my knees, yanking his jeans down further. “And before I fuck you, I want to taste your dick first.”
It should feel weird or unnatural. But right now, I just feel powerful as this giant, tattooed man submits to me, keeping quiet.
I shove his jeans and boxers down, and his length springs out. So painfully hard as veins bulge out throughout the entire length, begging for me to lick him. I take him into my mouth, rocking forward on my legs and keeping my tongue cupped around him. Letting him fall out, I stop at his head and swipe at the bit of saltiness that has already begun to bead at the tip.
“Mmm,” I moan, gazing up at him.
I know he’s probably dying to reach out and touch me, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t jerk his hips faster or tug my hair. Instead, he just rests his palms on his desk as his mouth hangs open while he watches me suck his dick.
After a few more minutes, I can barely pull myself away, but there are so many other things I want to do. Pushing to my feet, I strut toward the fancy office chair, slowly pulling my jeans and panties down along the way.
When I reach the chair, I plop down before reclining back slightly in it and spreading my legs. There’s no missing the desperation in his eyes or the groan that escapes his throat. But still, he doesn’t move a muscle before I make a command.
“Come over here and lick my pussy,” I say sharply. “Now.”
“Anything for you,” he says, eager to do as he’s told. He quickly gets onto the floor and crawls between my legs. “Such a pretty fucking pussy.”
His tongue moves in and out of me, lapping me harder and harder, soaking me more than I already am. He hooks his arms around my legs and thrusts my pussy harder against his face. I know I’m going to come undone within seconds. I could stop now, but I’m being greedy today. And one orgasm isn’t going to be enough. So, instead, I shove my hands into his hair and fuck his face, moaning louder and louder, the deeper into my orgasm I get. I watch his tongue work for as long as I can, and then I grow dizzy, and my eyes flutter shut as my movements of jerking myself against his mouth grow weaker.
And when my eyes finally open, his face is still buried between my thighs as he waits for his next order.
“Get up,” I hiss, my thighs clenching when he licks his lips once more.
Looking around, I see a set of handcuffs hanging in the open closet, and I head for them immediately.
“Sit down in the chair,” I command him, grabbing the cuffs and strutting back toward him. “Put your hands behind your back.”
