Warm, soft, plump lips descend onto the long line of my neck, sucking gently. Warmth fills my core, Hudson groans deeply into my flesh and that’s all it takes for me to fall from the edge.
I sink my teeth into the ball of Hudson’s shoulder to muffle my scream of ecstasy, blood pounding between my ears, drowning out every sound.
It takes a couple of seconds, maybe even a minute or two, for my hearing to return, fuzzy like old TV static, allowing me tohear the rapid gallop of my racing heart and the deep chuckle Hudson lets out which vibrates through my now limp body.
“Those noises of yours are so fucking pretty, Gee,” he praises, stroking a hand down my hair, the long length of my sweat pricked spine. “You did so fucking good at everything I asked of you.”
It’s all I can do my nod my head against Hudson’s collarbone, waiting for my breathing to return to normal and soak in this moment; the feel of his jaw resting against the top of my head, the safe band of his arms around my body, the beating of his heart in time with mine.
A sharp knock on the door to my dance studio startles me out of the state of calm and relaxation which has wrapped itself around my shoulders like a warm blanket.
“Giselle!” Rosie’s voice sounds from the other side of the door. “I need to talk to you! It’s urgent!”
With Rosie, anything that she deems to be ‘urgent’ could range from the coffee machine in the break room being out of deliciously roasted beans to her latest fling having a secret love child. Or maybe something in between. I never know with Ro until she spills her guts, but I’m a good friend so I hear her out regardless of the matter.
On extremely shaky legs, I slither out of Hudson’s lap, much to his pouting dismay and, with a soft smile directed at him, I cross the floor to reach Rosie. Who, by the sounds of it, is attempting to break down my locked door.
“Why is this shit locked—Oh.”
I rip open the door, just catching Rosie before she launches her shoulder against the heavy wood fire safety door in an attempt to bust it down. Straightening up, she trails her all too knowing eyes down the length of my body and then back to my face, resting there, as her lips begin to twitch in a very Hudson-like smirk.
“You’re very flushed.”
“Mhm.” I lean against the doorjamb in a feint of easygoingness. “I’ve been dancing.”
“Dancing,” she hums. “Sure, Gee. Dancing on Millen’s lap, maybe?”
I whip my head around to follow her gaze, finding Hudson walking towards us. A satisfied smile painted across his lips. Silly really, considering the fact he didn’t even get off this time around.
Rather than slipping past us and out into the quiet corridor beyond, Hudson grabs me by the hips, pressing his front to my back and kissing the top of my head.
Rosie’s eyes widen imperceptibly before she schools her features back into neutrality, but she can’t hide the way her vision flicks down to the golden ring still circling my finger.
My celibacy is still intact.
For now.
“So, is this…” She flicks her finger between Hudson and I. “A real deal thing? Or…”
“Yep,” Hudson answers before I can even unstick my tongue from the ribbed roof of my mouth.
Rosie nods. “And does he know about the…” She’s talking like Hudson isn’t even behind me, like the warmth of his hard chest isn’t radiating through my spine.
“The what… Oh, my celibacy.” I glance back at Hudson, noting the reassuring tilt of his smile. “Yeah, I told him.”
Rosie nods her head again, eyes narrowing behind me. “If you hurt her, Millen. You’re dead.”
It’s slightly terrifying how she keeps her tone so even.
“Noted,” he replies.
“So, where’s the fire, Ro?” I ask, bringing us back to the reason as to why Rosie had been trying to break down my door.
“I need your help. Urgently. Remember Tom?”
I wrack my brain for this Tom, coming up short until Ro gestures between her legs. “Oh! The one with the—”
“Yeah. Anyway, he—”
