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When Hudson walks through the door of the kitchen, his hair combed back, dressed in a dark suit with a light gray button-down, my mouth runs dry.
I can’t believe I get to ride this man’s dick weekly.
“Hi,” I say, suddenly breathless at the sight of him.
He smirks. “Hey yourself, Bubblegum. Whatcha doin’?”
I shrug. “Just making cookies…”
He walks directly to me and grabs my face, planting a not-so-chaste kiss on my lips that somehow steals even more breath from my lungs. I keep my hands to myself so I don’t dirty up his expensive-looking suit, and he clearly notices my unusual restraint. He grabs one of my hands, bringing a batter-covered finger to his mouth and sucking, swirling his tongue around the pad.
“Mmmm. Good, but nowhere near as good asyou, Bubblegum,” he says, hauling me against him and lifting me off my feet in one swift motion. “Need a taste.”
Squealing, I toss my head back and laugh, “Put me down, you big oaf. I’m covered in flour and dough.”
“Even better.” His voice is deep and growly, my favorite version of my Romeo. “Don’t worry, Bubblegum.” Dipping down, he trails his tongue along my collarbone. “I’ll get you all clean. I promise not to miss a spot… and then I’ll dirty you up all over again.”
And he makes true on his promise, just like I knew that he would.
* * *
“Tellme something no one else knows about you. Not even your best friend. A secret,” Hudson says as we lie in his bed, me partially draped over his body, his fingers tracing along my skin as he speaks.
I feel like I’ve hit the jackpot with this man. He makes me come harder than I’ve ever come in my life, and he’s sweet, attentive.
Easy.
“Secrets cost, Romeo.” I grin up at him cheekily, my eyes shining bright with amusement.
He shrugs. “Fine, give me a secret, and I’ll give you one. Tit for Tat.”
For a moment, I’m quiet as I think about a secret that I’ve never told anyone, but I keep getting distracted by how good he feels beneath me. This feels… intimate. But it also just feels right, and I don’t want to stop to question it.
“I cheated on my fifth grade spelling bee.”
“That’s your big secret?” He chuckles, shaking his head.
I sit up, raising my eyebrows. “Listen, Istillfeel guilty about it. I thought about writing a letter to my old school and admitting it. Maybe a confession would make me feel a little better.”
“Baby, if cheating on a spelling bee is your biggest crime, then you have nothing to worry about.”
He’s teasing me, and I just grin, not bothered in the least.
I can take whatever he dishes out, and with grace.
I love bantering with him. It makes me all hot and bothered.
“Your turn. I have a feeling this is going to be juicy. Make it good,” I say excitedly as I sit up and peer into his dark eyes, resting my chin on his chest as I wait for a response.
“Fine. But take it to your grave, Evans, you hear me?”
I nod. “Scout’s honor.”
“I have a Beanie Baby collection. In my parents’ attic. I’ve been collecting since I was a kid, and I don’t actively seek them out anymore, but if I stumble across one… I’ll buy it. Sometimes on eBay for thousands of dollars…”
My eyes widen, and I try to keep it under control. I really do, but I fail. Miserably. My laughter explodes out of me full force as I completely lose my shit.
You’re telling me this hulk of a man with more muscles than I’ve ever seen onanyman collects freakin’ Beanie Babies? The little vintage stuffed animals that used to come in Happy Meals back in the ’90s? Way before my time.
