18. Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen
Hudson
She’s spent one night in my bed. One. Yet I already miss her when she’s not there.
Dropping her home last night and returning to an empty house was something I don’t plan on doing often. While we’re doing this, for however long it lasts, I want her with me.
I’m also finding it’s pure torture to be at the college and know she’s here, too. She has a lesson with a professor I have the utmost respect for, but right now I want to fire them so I can teach the class and spend more time with her.
I’m fucking pathetic.
I’m also concerned that I’m not going to want this to have an expiry date. That I’m never going to get my fill of her. I pick up my cell phone and send a message before I can comprehend what I’m doing.
Hudson: Come to my office after your class
It takes her a while to respond, and I don’t like her message when she does.
Mia: No. We said not at college
Hudson: I’m your professor. There’s nothing wrong with coming to my office
Mia: I said no
Hudson: Then I’ll come to you
My message works just like I thought it would.
Mia: Don’t you dare
Mia: I’ll come to you
I can practically hear the eye roll from here.
***
Just under an hour later, there’s a light knock at my door.
“Come in.” There’s only one person I want to be at the other side of that door.
My girl walks in, her brow lowered in a frown and her eyes narrowed on me. She looks fucking stunning.
I push my chair back from my desk and pat my lap. I don’t plan on fucking her here. My secretary is just outside the door and it’s far too risky during the busy day. I will in the future, though. Taking her on my desk is an experience I won’t deny either of us.
She looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “I’m not sitting on your lap. Are you insane?”
“No, but I will be if you don’t start doing as I tell you.”
“Tell me?” she splutters.
“Yes. Baby girl, if I tell you to bend over my desk and let me fuck you, I expect you to do it. If I tell you to come to my office, I don’t expect you to question it. You need to stop being a brat with me.”
“I’ve been a brat all my life, trust me, I’m not going to be anything different with you.”
“Then your ass is going to be sore. A lot. Now, get the fuck over here and sit on my lap.”
“Hudson,” she groans in frustration.
“I missed you, okay? I wanted you in my arms last night, but you weren’t there, so let me hold you now.” Her face softens as her eyes meet mine.
She slowly makes her way over to me and slides onto my lap, her arm wrapping around my neck and her fingers pushing into my hair.
“You’re just a big softy under all that dominance, huh?”
“Don’t push it, baby girl.”
“But I like pushing it.” Her ass presses down on my lap and rubs against my cock.
I swear she gives me whiplash with her moods.
“You can push it inside you tonight.” If I can last that long. Her ass rubbing over me feels incredible and getting myself off with my fist this morning was by no means satisfying.
“Tonight?”
“Yeah, sweet pea. You’re staying at my place tonight. Most nights.” Every night.
“Hmm, I don’t think so. I don’t really do sleepovers.” Her lips hover over my own, teasing me.
“You did just fine the other night.”
“It was a one-time thing.”
“And now it’s not.”
Her head drops to my shoulder. “What are we doing, Hudson?”
“We’re fucking, baby. We’re going to get this out of our systems so we can both move on.” Lies. Complete and utter lies.
I’m never getting her out of my system.
I’ll never be done with her.