28. Hudson
HUDSON
“Iappreciate that PowerForge equipment can handle different types of soil and geological conditions, Jake, but Case Geo works with vendors who are committed to the same sustainable practices as we are.”
Responding to PowerForge’s pitch for Case Geo to purchase their new line of excavation equipment the following week, I put myself on mute, going back to what I’ve been busy with for the past few minutes while their team drones on.
They’re currently walking me through the slides displayed on the projection screen in my office . . .
With her skirt bunched up to her waist, her ass and thighs exposed to me, and her wrists cuffed in my grip, Kavi lays with her chest to my desk while I’m buried deep inside her. Her bottom lip is tucked in between her teeth, her kiwi earrings sliding against her skin, while she tries but fails to swallow her moans. Her soft whimpers have me feeling completely crazed.
She’s madness and sin.
A boundless temptation.
Have I ever been so captivated by a woman? I’ve certainly never been enough to forfeit my sanity—my rules—and fuck her on my desk. Not once or twice, but multiple times at this point.
That I have little regard for my own recklessness should be ringing a blaring bell inside my head at how fucked I am going to be in less than four weeks when she leaves.
But I refuse to think about that and tarnish this moment, sullying it for the times I’ll remember it in the future.
I made sure she’d locked my door as soon as she came in after our staff meeting this morning.
She was confused at first, noticing the sounds coming from the speaker on my desk. But then her gaze landed on the mute button before it found my curling index finger, urging her closer.
Those same eyes flared with understanding, turning into pools of liquid gold and desire.
I move with speed and force, plunging into her wet heat with feral grunts, loving the way Kavi’s entire body thrusts forward against my desk. Her gasps punctuate the space between us while Jake persists in persuading me to invest in his machinery, comparing his costs with other vendors.
I didn’t give a shit about the costs before, and I certainly couldn’t care less now. Money is a meager sacrifice for ensuring we exceed environmental regulations–it’s always been something Case Geo stands on.
Tightening my hand around her wrists, knowing I’m likely going to be leaving marks, I slow down, pulling out all the way. Taking my cock in my other hand, I slap her ass with it. “How many times are you going to come for me today, baby girl? How many times can you come for me on this desk?”
Kavi mumbles something incomprehensible as I sweep my tip from her entrance to the puckered hole in the middle of her ass, covering her in her own juices and relishing the way her body tenses.
We’ve been at this for a couple of weeks, finding every moment to be together, sneaking glances at company meetings, and being overall inseparable. But I think it’s safe to say that of all the spots I love to fuck her, my desk happens to be her favorite. Add to the fact that I’m fucking her while in a meeting, and she’s practically dripping down her thighs for me.
Who knew my girl was such a fiend for the forbidden?
The intonation of Jake’s voice clues me into the fact that I’ve been asked a question, and I lean over my curvy admin to unmute my phone. “Repeat that for me.”
I shove myself back inside Kavi as Jake starts to ask again, but he stops when he thinks he hears a disturbance on the phone—Kavi holding back another moan.
“Sorry, did you say something, Hudson?” he asks.
“No, please continue.” I thrust against her, sheathing myself inside her and twisting in a way that has her eyes rolling back into her head. Her nostrils flare, her mouth pursed so as to not make a sound, as I continue to pull out and push back in.
“Right,” he continues. “What I was wondering is what sort of warranties you were seeing with other vendors? As you know, PowerForge has a lifetime guarantee on all parts and labor for all our compound machines and heavy equipment. I could tell you more about them if you’d like.”
I’d seen the slides earlier, so I’m clear on their warranties, but since I need to stall for time, I ask him to tell me more about the fuel efficiency of their machines, along with how that would contribute to our sustainability goals.
Jake starts back up, switching to another slide I’d studied earlier, and after pressing the mute button again, I go back to the woman in front of me.
I wrap her long hair in my other fist and bend down to graze my lips over the shell of her ear. “Now, where were we?” I rasp, fucking her to the hilt, harsh and demanding. “Ah yes, you were going to tell me how many times you wanted to be fucked right here on this desk. Once, twice, more?”
She groans, a sheen of sweat over her brows. “As many times as you can manage, old man.”
Even while she’s got me balls deep inside her, she’s going to put me in my place and sass back. There’s no fucking end to the ways she turns me on.
“The question is, baby girl,” I say, pistoning inside her, my breaths uneven. “Could this pretty pussy of yours manage it?”
A moan leaves her lips, and I know she’s close. “Pretty sure she’s managing you and your big cock just fine.”
“Well, then we might be here the whole night.” My cock is so deep inside her, I feel sparks crackling at the base of my spine. My hands are still wrapped around her hair and her wrists. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me like a vise. Are you close, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she hisses, a few strands of her raven locks now matted to her forehead with sweat, a flush staining her face. “So close.”
I drill into her as Jake and his team continue with their presentation. Thankfully, one of my associates is also on the phone and prompts them with additional questions. It gives me time to focus on the more important things lying on my desk.
I let go of her wrists and hair. “Turn around. I want to see your face as I make you come.”
Kavi heaves as she turns around, her body slumping like she’s carrying a mountain.
Putting her ass on the desk, I quickly place my hands on the backs of her thighs and open her up. I nudge my cock against her entrance before thrusting forward, and we both moan at the connection and feeling.
This connection. This feeling.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever fucking felt, and it scares the mother loving fuck out of me.
Like I’m falling without a harness and zero prospects of landing on soft ground. Like this whole time I was tethered and I’m finally experiencing a dose of freedom. Like my stomach has lurched forward, my heart is in my throat, and I can barely catch a breath.
But breathing wouldn’t save me, anyway.
I’m falling, and I can’t think of a better way to die.
“You”re so tight, so wet,” I mumble as more words tumble out of me unbidden. “Like you were made for me, baby girl. Like you’re everything I’ve been waiting for. I can’t get enough of you, Kav. I’ll never get enough.”
You’re perfect. This is perfect. We’re perfect.
And I have no idea what I’ll do when it’s all over.
My eyes trail over her writhing form, settling on her polished amber eyes, and for the first time in all the times we’ve been together, my heart cracks at the sight of her. A rough stone scrapes against the walls of my throat and something unwanted pushes to get out from behind my eyes.
But why? Why the fuck am I feeling any of this now? And how did I go from swimming inside her to feeling like I’m drowning all in the matter of minutes?
We were just supposed to be having fun, weren’t we? Reckless, stupid fun.
But when did that recklessness turn against my own heart?
My grip on her tightens, as if trying to thwart the words from slipping out, but they’re out before I can stop them. They’re out before I’ve even processed the walls crumbling in order to release them. “Make a wish for us, baby.”
Kavi’s gasp and widened eyes have me halting.
I’m still inside her as she hauls herself up, securing tender palms around my jaw as she does that thing she seems to be so fucking good at—searching, fucking prying, inside my eyes.
I want to squeeze my lids shut, pull myself away from her hypnotic gaze, but like the times before, I’m powerless to her.
Fucking powerless and weak when it comes to her.
She strips me bare, exposing me for what I am. Who I am.
Who the fuck am I?
Certainly not the person I thought I was before her.
And I’ll never be the same after.
The tips of her fingers drag across the bristles over my jaw—her favorite thing to do—before her choked whisper finds my ears. “Every star in the sky is a wish I made for us, Hudson.”
My breath gets caught in my airways as she seals her mouth over mine and I let her pull me into her, feeding me with the air I’m dying without.
Our lips mesh as our tongues tangle and she grinds herself against my cock, silently urging me to move again.
Pulling my face away from hers, I clutch the back of her neck to watch every flinch and flex of her features as I drive her up, only to let her fall.
The sounds of our bodies colliding overpower the voices coming from the speakers. Truth be told, I haven’t heard a single word spoken in quite a while.
Increasing my speed, I fuck her with abandon, feeling my balls tighten in warning.
Kavi’s walls tremble around me, her eyes rolling back into her skull.
“Look at me, baby girl,” I grit out. “I need your eyes on my face and my name on your lips when you come.”
Pulling her ass closer so I’m deeper inside her, I keep her neck steady and our eyes pinned. I hold her as her nails claw the sides of my neck and her body tenses against me.
“Hudson!” She comes with a cry from somewhere deep within, her eyes never straying from mine. “Oh, God, Hudson, I’m . . . I’m c-coming.”
It’s when I continue to drive forward, chasing my own release, that I find the pools threatening to tumble over her lids—pools she’s also kept at bay.
My molars grind, watching her force herself not to blink, but it’s when the first tear splashes against her cheek that I find myself in the throes of my own release.
My nose and mouth drop to her neck as our chests heave.
And that tear that had broken free trails down her jaw to burn across my cheek.
A couple of evenings later,Kavi wrinkles her nose, stepping away from the counter as if there’s a carcass lying on it.
I give her a deadpan look, continuing to place leaves of basil strategically around my half-cooked pizza. “It’s an egg, not roadkill.”
A grunt escapes her lips. “Might as well be. No one puts eggs on their pizza and adorns it with basil to make it look normal. You’re one of those people who loves breakfast for dinner, too, aren’t you?”
I wipe my fingers on a kitchen towel. “I love brinner. Bacon and pancakes with a glass of orange juice for dinner.”
Disbelief and repulsion skitters across her features, making me chuckle. “I knew you were a psychopath . . .”
I throw my head back with laughter, but when I swing my head to look at her, I see her watching me with rounded eyes, gentler as they take me in. I tip my chin in question. “What’s up?”
“Nothing.” She shakes her head, a smile dancing on her lips. “It’s just . . . sometimes my stomach flips when you laugh.”
I place my pizza in the oven before turning back to her. “Is that a good thing, because usually that means a bout of nausea for most people.”
She giggles, swiping her tongue over her lips. “A pretty good thing. Now, that egg on your pizza, however? Definitely another story.”
A few minutes later, Kavi’s slicing up our pizzas when her computer dings with an incoming email. She motions toward it with her head since I’m opening a glass of wine for us on the table. “I bet that’s the updates from Jett and his team on the work with RCS. They’re doing a great job, by the way. Will you scan it and make sure he doesn’t need anything from me?”
She plates the pizzas, heading to the fridge to grab something while I click on her mail, confirming it’s from Jett and reading out snippets from his team, saying they are still on track to deliver their agreed-upon items.
He’s been coming to the office every week to talk shop, but yesterday we went out to lunch at Carl’s Catch. I won’t say I’ll forget everything that happened between us—the shit that separated us for two years—but I’m on my way to forgiving it. I definitely can’t deny I’d missed our easy banter and his blasé demeanor. Even when we were younger, Jett had a way of seeing the lighter side of things, and I always appreciated that about him.
Placing our plates on the table, Kavi excuses herself to run to the restroom while I click off Jett’s response. Just as I’m about to shut her laptop screen, however, I notice a folder on the sidebar of her personal email application, labeled Nathan—Personal.
Nathan?
I know her brother’s name is Neil . . . so who is Nathan?
What’s particularly interesting is that it shows over a thousand emails inside it, as evident by the number in parentheses next to the label.
An unsettling sensation—something foreign yet strangely familiar—crawls down my spine as I fight the intense urge to open the folder.
It’s a personal folder, clearly marked in her personal email app. There would be no reason, no fucking excuse, for me to rummage through it, but curiosity gnaws at my insides like flesh-eating bacteria. My hand trembles over the mouse as an internal war rages inside me.
Who the fuck is Nathan, and why does she have a folder with his name on it? Is he family, a friend . . . Fuck, is he someone she’s talking to? Someone she’s fu—
I rake a hand through my hair. My stomach rolls at the thought I can’t even finish. A thought I can’t fathom.
Shit!
Is she . . . is she . . .?
No. She wouldn’t.
But do I know her well enough to know she wouldn’t? Do I know her that well at all? We’ve only been in each other’s lives for a few weeks, so how could I know her at all in such a short amount of time?
I knew Kenna for way longer and look at what she ended up doing to me.
I don’t have much time to contemplate, knowing she’ll be coming out of the bathroom at any moment, and I make the decision to peek inside.
Just a quick glimpse, I tell myself. Maybe it’ll be nothing at all, but my gut, my intuition, says a thousand emails indicate otherwise.
My heart drums as the screen fills with cascades of emails with varying subject lines: Left in the Lurch, The Waiting Place, You Have Feet in Your Shoes . . .
My eyes scan the first few subject lines while my brain rushes to comprehend their meaning—something familiar in the recesses of my mind.
Wait . . . are those words from that Dr. Seuss book, Oh, the Places You’ll Go!? I used to read it to Madison.
What’s more is that each email is addressed to this Nathan guy and sent by Kavi, but there doesn’t seem to be a response to any.
I open a message at random—one dated from a couple of months ago—skimming the first few lines.
I missed you at graduation.
Remember we’d promised each other we’d go to the same college?
Clearly, you didn’t hold up your end of the bargain. Still, I looked for you in the crowd. I looked at the empty seat next to Mom and Neil, pretending you were just running late.
Remember how you also promised to marry me in seventh grade because you said you didn’t know if I’d ever grow into my nose and that my prospects already seemed glib at best?
You were an asshole, you know that? My nose is perfectly proportionate to my face, thank you very much. But thanks to you, I’ve always been a little insecure about it, especially since there’s not a single prospective husband in sight. I guess you will have to marry me, then.
Fuck, Nathan, I miss you. I miss you so much, there are nights I wake up in a sweat because the thought of wanting to see you and hug you literally rattles my bones, and I—
“Wh-what are you doing, Hudson?”
The blood drains from my face at the broken whisper behind me. I turn, coming face to face with a woman who doesn’t just look confused or betrayed . . .
She looks downright shattered.