“Wait, the one with the what?” Hudson interrupts our girl chat.
“He’s got a piercing. You know… on his…”
“On his cock.” Rosie fills in the blank for me, whilst I fight to contain my giggles at the look of shock morphing onto Hudson’s face. It’s quickly followed by a wince and a inhale of breath through gritted teeth.
“That must have hurt like a motherfucker to get pierced.”
“Probably.” Ro shrugs. “But it feels unbelievable—”
“I think that’s my cue to dip.” Hudson places his forefinger beneath my chin, raising my face to his so he can kiss me. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Mhm,” I hum into our kiss, feeling all together lightheaded and giddy. Hudson leaves me breathless, stealing the words from my tongue and the thoughts from my head.
I watch him smile goodbye to Rosie and stalk down the corridor, turning at the last second to wave and send a cheeky grin my way.
I scratch lightly beneath my breastbone as my heart does a strange ripple in my chest, flicking my eyes back to a beaming Rosie.
“Don’t—”
“I didn’t say anything!” Ro protests with a bark of laughter. “I’m not the one who was having sex—”
“We weren’t having sex,” I hiss, glancing down at my watch. I should have members of my first dance class of the day trickling in any second now. “I told you. I was dancing.”
“Yeah… on his lap.”
Cocking an eyebrow, I purse my lips, feeling how swollen the soft flesh is from Hudson’s biting kisses. “I am neither confirming nor denying.”
“Definitely a lap dance, then,” Rosie confirms with a confident nod of her head.
Lap dance is a bit of a stretch, seeing as how I all but climbed on top of Hudson and rutted against him until I was sprinting headfirst into an orgasm. But I decide to keep that little titbit to myself.
At least for now – while I’m stone cold sober.
Drunk me, however, has a strange way of having the uncontrollable urge to spill all of my secrets, so I’m sure thesexcapadeHudson and I just participated in will come out in the wash sometime soon.
Probably once I’m plied with white wine.
I cringe just thinking about how many secrets I revealed at the Christmas work’s party only a couple of months ago…
“So, are you in?”
Blinking, I force myself back into the present moment.
“Sorry Ro, what did you say?”
“Tom wants to take me out next week. He’s booked dinner, drinks… a hotel. And I’m so not prepared! I’ve already sorted my wax and a pedicure, but I need something, I don’t know, some new lingerie or maybe even a silk teddy. Something that says, ‘come fuck me’.” She smiles. “So, I was thinking we could go shopping. You could treat yourself to something nice too… or maybe something for Hudson…”
“I don’t—Actually, that doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea.”
It’s been a while since I treated myself and a shopping trip with Rosie is always good for the soul. If Hudson likes something I pick up… then that’s a bonus within itself.
Rosie claps her hands together in celebration. “Brilliant! How does Saturday sound?”
Mentally, I run through my schedule, raising a hand in greeting as Stacy, a frequent member of my dance classes bounds through the door with an oversized takeaway coffee cup. “Hey, Stace. Um… I have a 9 a.m. class on Saturday morning, but I can come meet you afterwards? Maybe, at like, 12 p.m.?”
Rosie nods, sidestepping out of the doorway to allow three more members of my class to pass by.
“Twelve is perfect! See you then! Love you.”
