“One night. Relaxed. No pressure. No strings. Blazingly hot orgasms. Come to work the next day like nothing happened and get off-the-books sex toy lessons in our spare time,” Hudson confirmed. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I shivered. “Anything else?”
“No, I think that about covers it.”
“Then, yeah. I agree.”
And neither of us wasted any time sealing that agreement with a kiss.
No, not just a kiss.
We sealed it with foreplay.
Our lips met in a furious collision, and as they explored new territory, our hands did the same. I wandered the great plane of his chest, feeling every inch of him like I’d wanted to do since the day we met. He held fast to my hips, yanking me closer than I thought possible. All that separated him from my virginity was a few measly layers of fabric.
My hips unconsciously rolled against him, hungry for the friction against my center. Moaning into my mouth, he rewarded me with just that, pressing even tighter.
Not satisfied, I knocked the contents of my desk onto the floor and lay back, flush against its surface. It was torture to pull away from Hudson’s attentive mouth for even a second, but it was all worth it when I gripped him by the collar and pulled him down on top of me.
Oh.
There he was, the spectacular all of him, pinning me to my desk. In my needy haze, I didn’t have much capacity for critical thought. Not enough to dissect my form or worry that we were going to break the desk or wonder if I should slow down and savor the sex…
Just enough to relish Hudson’s breath on my chest as he unbuttoned my shirt, and just enough to think:
This is it. I’m going to lose it. I’m going to lose it to Hudson—
A painfully loud mechanical shriek cut through the euphoria. Hudson broke away, looking up at what I could only assume was the 3-D printer finishing its work on the prototype phallus I’d been crafting all evening.
Nope. Not dealing with that right now. I had sex on the brain and for once, I wasn’t going to let my job get in the way of that.
I went for Hudson’s belt buckle.
“Scout.”
The machine beeped again. I dragged my lips down his bare chest, toward the erection I struggled to free from its tailored khaki prison.
“Just ignore the printer,” I said. “It can wait.”
“It’s not about that.” He reached down and took my hands in his. I’d been a half second away from taking the length of him in my mouth, but it was the simplicity of that gesture that made me the wettest I’d been all evening. “I’m not fucking you in the office.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Besides the obvious HR implications? Your first time should be more than a quickie on a desk.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why does it matter where it happens? I knew I’d never be one of those rose-petals-and-candlelight girls.”
He flinched, like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “And what makes you think that?”
Whatdidn’tmake me think that? I was a north-of-plus-size engineer with mousy black hair and no social skills. I’d never been one for romance, and I’d assumed that no one was going to be sweeping me off my feet for grand, romantic sexual escapades. That no one was going to make my first time special, no one was going to makemefeel special. Although now that I thought about it, was that all a symptom of my relationship with Lloyd?
“I don’t know. That’s just how I’ve always felt.”
“Want to unpack that at all?”
“Not really. This is just sex, Hudson. It’s not a relationship.”
“It’s notnota relationship either. It’s more of a—”
“If you saysituationship, I’ll find someone else to fuck.”
