Page 63 of Abyss

“W-what?” I stammer, completely confused.

Eyes blazing like sapphires in a fire, he strolls over to me, covering the distance between us in a few steps. All my senses catapult and collide at once.

“I’mnotsorry about it,” he repeats.

“But—”

“All I've done for the past six goddamn days isnotbe sorry about it, despite wanting to be. All I've fucking done for the past six days is think of ways to not be sorry about it, again and again.”

My mouth drops open as if my jaw has decided to take a mini vacation without informing the rest of my face. “I don’t . . . I don’t understand.”

Hudson curls his hand around the back of my neck, those blue eyes glaring down at me. “Then let me clarify.”

Giving me only a second to catch up, his mouth descends on mine, molding and melting. His lips drag over mine in another brutal kiss that’s both hunger and longing wrapped into one. His warm tongue glides over the seam of my mouth, demanding access, while his left hand shifts downward, grazing my collarbone before brushing over the side of my breast.

And despite the lectures I’d given myself all week—despite the guilt and the mortification—my mouth responds, opening up like the hungry whore it is when it comes to this confounding man.

Holy crap, is this really happening again?

My eyes close on their own accord, and I lift on my toes to deepen the kiss. My fingers plunge into Hudson’s silken hair as I arch into him, partly because my knees are wobbling and partly because I need him closer.

Feeling the hard muscles of his chest under his shirt, I whimper as my nipples harden to stiff peaks behind my bra while a flurry of goosebumps rise all over my body.

Good lord, the way this man kisses—rough and possessive, as if he’s on a mission to conquer some new land or find buried treasure—leaves me gasping for breath.

And while there should be accolades given to such prowess,I don’t want to think about the type of practice he’s had to get to this level.

He sucks on my bottom lip, his hand fisting my hair before his tongue starts a duel with mine. I swallow his low groan, feeling the hardened bulge through his pants. Letting my hair go, his hand snakes down my back as if memorizing every inch of me before settling on my ass. He takes a handful of it before pulling our groins flush together.

Another rattled groan escapes him, demolishing all the sense inside me. I no longer know where, who, or why I am—nor do I care. In fact, if someone asked me to count to ten, I’d get lost somewhere around four.

My breath hitches, mind buzzing, as my skin heats up. Every atom inside me feels charged and ready to explode as Hudson kisses me ruthlessly, sending all my logic and reasoning straight into the wastebasket on the side of his desk.

I’m so dazed under the heat of his hands and the taste of his mouth, I don’t even realize he’s walking us backward to his chair. Bringing me down with him, he pulls me into his lap so I’m straddling him. It’s a little uncomfortable, given how tight my skirt is, but that becomes a non-issue when he unzips the side, keeping his eyes closed, and bunches up the material higher on my thighs.

Our kiss continues, burning me from within with each lap of his talented and torturous tongue. My fingers dig into his scalp as I return his kiss with just as much fervor. Hudson’s erection presses against my sex, and my body moves over it in time with the small gasps that release from my lips.

God, this is so not good . . . or maybe it’s really good, as evident by the heat swirling in the space between my legs. With the wetness seeping out of me, I would be surprised if he couldn’t smell my scent. I’m so turned on, I’m practically shaking.

Jesus, so much for all that self-talk and reaffirmations to set boundaries and be professional. One word, one touch, one kiss from this man and I’m a puddle in his lap. Almost literally.

Hudson releases my lips, still tingling and spent, before he drops his mouth to my jaw, kissing and sucking. His hand travels to my breast as his mouth drops to the column of my neck. I slant my head back to give him more access, and he nips my skin, eliciting a soft mewl from me.

“Fuck, Kav,” he pants. “Tell me you’re sorry about this. Say you don’t want it.”

I press my hands to his chest and he loosens his hold on me. A rare vulnerability dances in his otherwise wintry eyes.

“I haven’t stopped thinking—” I take a quick breath, cutting myself off. I feel flustered, both wanting and not wanting him to know how I feel. “But this would be such a bad idea . . .”

He nods in agreement. “Catastrophic.”

I lick my lips, nodding as well, though I’m still in a very compromising position, straddling him. In fact, I’m positive that when I get up, there will be a large wet spot on his crotch as a parting gift from me. Perhaps the thought should embarrass me, but with the various other emotions competing for first place inside, embarrassment is taking a spot near the end.

“I’m your admin, your daughter’s friend, and your roommate,” I remind him, running my fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, my body clearly not in line with the words I’m trying to have him heed. “Everything would become so . . . complicated.”

His stubbled jaw shifts slightly.

Good God, that salt-and-pepper stubble. How I want it between my thighs, scraping against my most delicate skin.How is it possible this man looks this hot at forty-something, and only getting more attractive by the day?

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