“HUDSON!”
I yanked against my cuffs, tugging as power was restored toThe Fantasy. Hudson’s cock stroked in and out of me just as the stimulations on my clit and my nipples started once again.
It wasn’t going to take me long. I could feel it. I could feelhimgetting closer, too. I could—
My orgasm slammed me into another dimension. My entire body rippled. My vision went white. I couldn’t even hear my own screaming.
But I could feel Hudson’s cum as it filled me from the back and came dripping past his cock and out of my pussy.Thatbrought me back down to earth in the most delicious way.
We fell together in a tangled, spent pile on the examination table. Still strapped to the table, I couldn’t do much but catch my breath and relish the weight of him.
“I really need to go meet up with Addie and Leelah,” I said once our breathing returned to normal. “They’re doing some last-minute prep. Might need my help. And we need to get ready for that dinner with Clara tonight.”
“Or, hear me out…you could delegate those tasks, skip Clara’s dinner, and we could have a real New York City date.”
Date.
The word had been tossed around before, usually with me batting it away like an unwelcome fly. But now it relit my already fried nerve endings. God, did I want to say yes.
“We’re in the home stretch, Hudson. I really shouldn’t.”
“I understand. But…it’s New York. It’s the fall. It’s beautiful.”
“Then you should go out and enjoy it.”
He placed his hand on my hip. He might as well have been holding my heart.
“Scout, how could I possibly enjoy it without you?”
That heart, sitting so comfortably in his grip, pulsed with new fire. Could this be it? Were we finally getting to ourHudson confessing his love for meera?
Better judgment and sense told me to stand my ground. Stay focused on work. Talk about love off the clock.
Fuck better judgment. Fuck good sense. What had either of them gotten me so far? What about playing it safe, hm? What did that ever get me?
Nothing. Loneliness and isolation and a ball of ghost particles where my heart should have been. A pathetic meetup with Lloyd. Cringe-inducing dinners with my parents. Years of isolation.
Time for a change. Tonight, I would let Fluorine Scout out of her shell. I’d earned it, hadn’t I? I’d proven to myself that I wasn’t the mistakes of my past, that I had grown. And I would explore New York City with the man I loved, ready for the moment when he finally said those three little words I’d been dying to hear…
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New York, I Love You, But You’re Bringing Me Down
“I love pussy.”
Yeah, notthosethree little words.
“I love it, but you’d just never see me sitting up there with a camera shoved in my face, proclaiming to the world how much I love it and why.”
The next day, we found ourselves at the taping of a focus group. Led by our marketing team, they interviewed some of BuzzCorp’s most loyal customers so that their footage could be used in our big marketing hype video before The Fantasy debut talk I would give later this week. Apparently, our male testers felt the same way, because they were steadfastly, to the man, refusing to appear on camera.
Hudson couldn’t tear his eyes away from the two-way mirror dividing us from the user panel. He was fascinated by their candor and ease. Totally lost in the moment.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t stop thinking about the night before.
We’d gone for a sunset walk, a slice of pizza, and people-watching on the High Line. Without a doubt, the best date ever. Maybe the bestthingever. And I know that this is neither a keen,nor original, nor astute observation, but there was a magic about New York City in the fall.
Especially when one was in love.
