Chapter 20
ANGELA
Last night, Hudson left after he read Ayla a bedtime story. I wanted him to stay, but he'd said he couldn't keep his hands off me, and he wanted to wait to be together again when Ayla was with her dad.
I couldn't argue with that. Then he kissed me on the porch. I felt a little like a teenager coming home after a date.
Today, I felt giddy. I didn't think I'd feel better until my shop reopened. But Hudson was in our lives, and I was building my online store. I was excited about the future again. It looked a little different than I'd planned, but that was okay.
Hudson said he enjoyed spending time with Ayla and me. I was a little worried that we'd invite him into our lives and we'd be disappointed, but there was no reward without a little risk.
I was both excited and nervous to be with him tonight after Ayla went to her father's. Hudson had mentioned going out to dinner, which would be nice, but I had something else in mind for our first night together.
I just hoped that Gus didn't come up with a reason why he couldn't take Ayla this weekend. It never mattered before, but tonight, I was dying to be alone with Hudson. I deserved a night to myself.
Gus picked up Ayla at six, a little bit late, so I had to hurry to get ready for my date. I told Hudson that I'd meet him at my shop. He thought we were going to dinner first, but I had different plans.
I just hoped Hudson would appreciate it.
I rushed to the shop so I could set everything up before Hudson arrived.
Shades down, lights dimmed. There were several small crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to provide ambiance, but I lit a few candles and placed them strategically throughout the space.
I'd thought it made the space look feminine and classy, despite what Bill had insinuated.
Wynter left a light here from our last photo shoot because we weren't done yet, and I turned that on.
I'd brought my own camera, intending to recreate my photo shoot.
When the knock came on the door, I put on a silky robe, peeked through the blinds to double-check that it was Hudson, then unlocked the door.
I opened the door, and Hudson's gaze lingered as if he was undressing me in his mind.
"You're not ready?" He stepped inside and locked the door. "Am I early?"
"You're right on time." I unwrapped the silk belt of my robe and let the sides fall away, revealing the outfit underneath.
He swallowed hard.
The robe fell to the floor. Then I took one step back, then another.
Hudson followed—no— He stalked me.
My heart rate kicked up. I felt like I was his prey.
His gaze flickered from me to Wynter's light. "Are you in the middle of a photo shoot?"
I gave him a saucy smile with the camera. "I am actually, and you're the photographer."
His gaze darkened with desire.
I sat on the chaise lounge exactly how Wynter had arranged me during the photoshoot.
He cradled the camera in his hands, his brows raised. "You want me to take pictures of you?"
I licked my lip, arranging my arms over the back of the chair, presenting my breasts. "This isn't a classy photo shoot."
He glanced down at the tops of my breasts that threatened to spill out. "You're a naughty girl."
I might have intentionally tied the bustier tighter to have this exact effect. Tonight, I wasn't shooting a tasteful lingerie spread. I was enticing the man who'd come into my life and set everything on fire.
My tongue darted out to moisten my lips, which were suddenly dry.
"You want something to drink?" Hudson's voice was rough.
I gestured at a glass of ice water I'd placed on a nearby stool. He set the camera aside and grabbed the glass. His movements were controlled. He tipped the glass, holding it for me while I drank.
When he pulled the glass away, a bead of water dropped onto the top of one breast. He set the glass aside and leaned down to lick the drop, the scruff from his jaw scraping the delicate skin.
I sucked in a breath, widening my legs in invitation.
He straightened, his voice chiding. "We're here for a photo shoot."
His tone only made me wetter. He was going to make me play the part. I'd set up this night to tease him, not the other way around.
I felt like I'd lost all control. He cradled the camera, and I knew I'd move however he wanted me to. I was lost to his soft, gentle commands, the light touch of his hand. As he moved around the chair taking pictures at every angle, my skin heated in anticipation. My pulse raced.
I needed him to touch me. To claim me.
Instead, he was treating this like a real photo shoot, moving me at his pleasure, then taking more pictures.
"You are so gorgeous. There aren't even words—" His voice was gruff as his gaze moved from the screen to me.
"It's the lingerie. Red is sexy." I'd even added a red lip to match and a darker eye shadow. I'd wanted to play the part of a seductress tonight, but the roles had changed.
He was the one playing me.
My gaze drifted lower, noting the bulge behind his zipper. He wasn't unaffected by the show.
He chuckled. "It's not the outfit. It's you."
My breasts were held in by a satin ribbon tied between my breasts.
Hudson moved close, his fingers playing with the satin, before finally tugging. The top came loose, and my breasts spilled over. He tugged the material down so that my nipples were visible.
I sucked in a breath, needing him to touch me.
He leaned down, sucking one into his mouth. When he pulled back, he said, "These are only for me."
"No more pictures." My voice was sultry.
"Just the ones I'm taking in my head. I'll never delete those. They'll live in my brain forever."
I bit my lower lip. "I like the sound of that."
"You like playing on a loop in my brain?" he asked softly as he braced a hand on the chair and leaned down to rub his nose along my jaw.
"Mmm." I liked everything he was saying and doing. I didn't want him to stop.
"Did you set this up purposely so you could drive me crazy?" His voice was low, steady, whereas my pulse was erratic.
I let my head fall back as he sucked lightly on my neck. "Is it working?"
He growled.
I never thought I was particularly sexy. I tried on lingerie for myself or under the guise of testing products for customers. I'd never wanted to wear something like this for anyone else. But Hudson made me feel sexy and desirable.
He set the camera down on the floor with a thud and moved between my legs, his mouth latching onto my nipple. I bit my lip at the sensation. I wanted to feel him against me, his dick inside me.
I suspected he was holding himself back, not allowing his body to press against mine. I liked to think it was because he was afraid of losing control.
My fingers touched his hair, holding him to me.
He moved to the other nipple, his fingers plucking the first. He was driving me wild, and he'd only touched my breasts.
"Hudson. I need you."
He reached between my legs, finding the clasp there, and tugging until it opened, baring me to him. "Have I mentioned that I'm in love with this outfit, and you should wear it for me every day?"
"It would be inconvenient to walk around perpetually wet for you."
He lifted his head, his eyes wide. "I didn't realize you were a dirty talker."
"You bring it out in me." He made me feel like I could do anything.
He kept his gaze on me while his fingers parted my folds, and he gathered the wetness before plunging inside. "Don't stop now."
"I need your cock. Inside me." My voice was breathless as I shamelessly rode his fingers.
He withdrew them, moving to stand next to the chair. "I've had a lot of time to think about you on this chair, and I have a few ideas."
I raised a brow. "And what are those?"
"All fours."
Eager to feel him inside me, I quickly complied, placing my hands on the back of the chair, my knees on the soft velvet. My breasts hung from the bodice, the satin ribbons trailing beneath me. I widened my knees so that my pussy was exposed to the air, to him.
"You make a pretty picture. Do you mind if I snap one just for us. I'd never share it."
I glanced at him over my shoulder, and he bit off a groan.
"You're like every fantasy I've ever had come to life."
"You can take a picture," I said softly, my heart beating hard.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his body poised to grab his phone as soon as I acquiesced.
I nodded. "Yes."
He reached for his phone and hesitated before he snapped one. "You have no idea how sexy you are, open and waiting for me."
"Hurry," I breathed.
"Look over your shoulder. Just like that." He snapped a few pictures.
I'd never felt more exposed, yet it only made me wetter. I liked being vulnerable for him. I trusted him with my body. I trusted that he'd never violate my privacy or share my pictures with anyone else.
He'd never given me a reason to doubt him on those things. It was my heart that I was slower to entrust to him.
Still holding his camera, he knelt between my legs, his fingers gliding through my slick folds. "You're so wet for me. Your clit is swollen."
"I'm aching for you," I managed between strokes.
My body was strung tight, waiting for him to make his move.
With a grunt, he tossed his phone aside and unzipped his pants. I heard him fuss with the wrapper of a condom. Then he was poised at my entrance.
He slipped inside with just the tip.
I'd expected a hard thrust. But this made my heart skip a beat. I needed him inside me in the worst way. I wiggled my hips, hoping to entice him.
"I thought we'd go to dinner. Then go back to your place.
And maybe if I played my cards right, you'd let me take you to bed.
" He eased deeper. "But I never expected this.
I've thought about nothing else but you in this lingerie since I saw you the first time.
I've had so many fantasies about what I'd do to you in this chair, and you're making every single one come alive. "