When our eyes met, he tipped his head to one side. He was all calm. All control. Almost flippant in his intensity. I, on the other hand, felt like prey, shivering in his thrall.
“I asked if that was fun for you,” he repeated.
“A strip club wouldn’t have been my first choice for a girls’ night out,” I said. “But I didn’t hate it.”
“Yeah, I imagine you’re right. I bet you loved knowing I was there, watching you get toyed with by those two beautiful fucks.”
The words were harsh and crass, especially coming out of his usually adoring mouth. But that only turned me on more. He stepped forward, closing our gap until I was pressed against the wall.
“Hudson—”
He lorded over me. “Didn’t you? You liked me being jealous.”
“Is that what you are? Jealous?”
Taking both hands in just one of his own, he pinned them above my head.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day. You’re everywhere, Scout. You’re in my work, you’re in my head, you’re in the empty spaces between my fingers. Then I come here because your friends lured me, and I had to watch two strippers turn you on and kiss you and touch you, just like I’ve wanted to do since you vanished out of our bed this morning. Yeah, I’mfucking jealous.”
He dipped his head to my neck, nipping down at the soft flesh. My knees threatened to buckle. Especially when his thumb brushed my nipple—a frustrating sensation through my bra. I wanted more.
“I had to work from home this afternoon so I could jerk off tothe thought of you. And here you were, getting felt up by strangers. I bet you loved being worshipped while I was in the other room, forced to watch someone else bring you so much pleasure. Am I wrong?”
It took too much focus to keep breathing and standing. I didn’t have the capacity for coherent thought anymore, justfuck me fuck me fuck me.
Hudson quirked an eyebrow. His hand abandoned my chest and slipped down, down, down, until it toyed with the waistband of my skirt.
He descended further, slipping beneath my underwear until he cupped my mound.
“Why don’t weseeif I’m wrong?” His fingers hesitated for a moment. “Or do you not want that?”
Instead of answering with my words—I couldn’t find any—I merely rolled my hips forward. My cunt fit perfectly in his hand. He dipped one finger between my folds and shuddered.
So did I.
“You are so fucking wet,” he murmured. Powerful. Triumphant.
I nodded. My agreement came out more like a whimper.
He pulled his fingers away. Then, eyes never leaving mine, he licked them clean. “After last night, when you weren’t in bed this morning, I worried that I’d scared you off,” he whispered. A note of vulnerability struck a minor chord in the melody of his words, but then vindication brought him back to a major key. “But you still want me, don’t you?”
“You already answered your own question.”
He chuckled, but it wasn’t Hudson’s usual chuckle. It was darker, headier. I’d never considered that my romance-skittish departure this morning would scare him, but it made sense. And I would give anything to reassure him again. Including my pussy in this bathroom. He returned his hand between my legs, toyingwith the idea of splitting me in two with his fingers. “Yeah. I guess I did. But I need you to say it.”
“I still want you,” I assured him.
He slipped one finger inside me to the knuckle. My clit ached for attention. “That’s not good enough. You left me in bed this morning after fucking me all night. I want more from you.”
“Please,” I said.
His thumb hesitated over my clit. “Beg.”
It wouldn’t take me long to cum. A few choice words and his focused touch on my center and I would be a goner—right here, shamefully, in a strip club bathroom. That was how much I needed him. That was how much I’d been missing him. “Fuck, Hudson, I need you. I’m sorry—please. Please fuck me. Please make me cum.”
Without a word, he ripped his hand from my core, wiped my slick idly on my skirt, marking me with the evidence of my own desire, and started giving orders.
“Take your toy out of your purse.”
