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“Hudson… Oh God, this feels so good,” she moans and whimpers, her voice like a caress along every nerve ending. My cock thickens and throbs as our skin slaps together, the two of us chasing our high like the world is ending. It’s then I realize we forgot a condom.

“Fuck, Lacy. Condom,” I grit out, not stopping, but slowing my pace until her eyes meet mine again.

“Don’t stop. Hudson, don’t you dare stop.” Her eyes are wild, cheeks flushed, and without another second of waiting, she’s grinding against me for more.

“I’m clean,” I tell her, wanting us to be safe.

“You are the only person I have been with since college. I’m on protection, though,” she says, breathless, and I brush my lips against hers, our tongues dancing as my thrusting continues. Her body jolts in my arms where I hold her against the window as my hand smooths between us to find her clit, rewarding me with a dragged-out moan of my name.

Lights glitter outside, and I can’t fathom the fact that the world carries on as normal while I’m gripping her ass, white-knuckled, not able to get close enough to her. I have her exactly where I need her, but I still want more. The understanding that I will never get enough of this woman dawns on me as my jaw clenches and my arms flex, feeling so much emotion and giving all to her. It has been a long time since I was bare with a woman, my late wife the last time, and I don’t remember it feeling like this.

“So good, more. It's so good,” Lacy whines, and I squeeze her ass in my palm, bringing her to meet me with every thrust. It’s too much, and I know she will bruise, but her hips are joining mine, and I need to fulfill her need. When my fingers pinch, then circle her clit softly, in complete contrast to how we’re fucking, her hand leaves my hair and slaps against the glass, body arching. She looks fucking amazing, and this is the hottest sex I have ever had in my entire fucking life.

“Hudson, you’re gonna make me come. Please don’t stop,” she warns, and I smirk. Fuck yeah, she is.

“Me too, baby. You have me so damn hard,” I moan, kissing up her neck, feeling my balls tighten as her hips move quickly against mine.

“Oh shit, Hudson,” she pants, her voice a little higher pitched as her hand comes back and she grips on to my shoulders.

“Let go, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock,” I grit out, and my words are enough to have her coming.

“Hudson!” she screams out into the penthouse, her fingers digging into my shoulders so hard I grimace, but I barely feel the pain as I come straight after her with a roar.

“Lacy!” I thrust into her, my hand clenching her ass as I come. The two of us pant, sweating and moaning, her head falling forward and resting against mine. We are silent for a moment, our rapid breathing all that we can hear as I kiss her lips tenderly.

“That was…” she says, barely able to get the words out. She now feels like jelly in my arms, and I huff a laugh because I can barely stand up as well.

“Amazing,” I finish for her, keeping us together as I pull her back from the window.

“Do you think anyone saw us?” she asks almost timidly, glancing over her shoulder at the window as I walk her to the bedroom.

“I don’t care. I want the world to know you are mine,” I tell her, and her head whips around to look at me with the softest smile.

“And you are mine,” she says seductively as I kick the bedroom door closed. Her words hold meaning, and as we look at each other, I know something has cemented between us. This is it. She is it. So with the night still young, I carry her to bed, knowing we both want more.

34

LACY

“Are you ready to head home tomorrow?” Hudson asks me as we sit together on the sofa, looking out at the city lights surrounding us. With the fire on and soft music playing, I lean into his body, his arm draped around me, and I sink into this comfort. This is nice. The time we’ve spent together outside of Whispers has bonded us like we were always meant to be. I feel completely comfortable with him and have fallen more for the man who continues to sweep me off my feet. There is no turning back for me. He is it; I just know it.

“Yes, although,” I say, stretching my limbs. My legs extend to their full length, yet still I can’t hit the edge of the sofa, it’s that big. “I could get used to this.” Smiling, I release a content sigh. These past few days together in New York have been amazing. We’ve played tourists during the day and can’t keep our hands off each other at night. It’s like our own little private love bubble, and I’ve felt every bit the smitten woman I am.

“Mmm, it’s nice for a break,” he says, sipping on his glass of red wine.

“It’s been wonderful. Thank you.” Turning up and literally whisking me off my feet these past few days has been amazing. It’s every girl’s dream. Looking at him, really taking him in, something lingers in my mind, but I’ve been tentative to bring it up until now. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything. I’m an open book for you,” he says with a kiss to my head, and I smile as I find the courage.

“Tell me about your wife.” My nerves swirl, not sure I'm ready to put myself through hearing all about the love of his life. But I feel if we are getting as serious as I think we are, then this is a bridge I need to cross.

“Amanda was…” he trails off, and I hold my breath. “She was the life of the party. We met at a mutual friend’s place and got along well.”

“Were the two of you together long?” I have no idea of his history, other than he was married, so the fact that he loved someone so much before makes me wonder if that is something he is capable of feeling again.

“We knew each other for about three months when she fell pregnant. It was a total surprise and scared both of us. We were pretty casual, just hanging out. But she wanted to keep the baby, and I wasn’t about to leave her to face it all alone. So we had a shotgun wedding. We then found out she had cancer in her last trimester, and she died before Harvey turned one. I knew her for less than two years before she died. She was a great woman,” he says, releasing a heavy breath, and I swallow past a lump in my throat. My chest hurts for his loss, and mystomach coils in what I think is jealousy, even though I have no right to feel that way.

I remain quiet, thinking it all through.

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