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"Can I be on top?" Elena asked, and I quickly shifted us so that she straddled my hips. I held my cock as she lowered herself inch by inch. My brain threatened to explode at the riot of sensations: her heat and the sight of her breasts illuminated in the moonlight.

The nipples were hard peeks, and her breasts bounced slightly as she moved over me. My hands were everywhere, her hips, then higher to her breasts. I cupped them, tweaking her nipples between my fingers as her movements became more erratic.

She moved more quickly, chasing her release.

I liked her taking what she needed from me and her confidence to be naked on the beach with me. We were hidden, but if someone was looking, they'd find us. Not that I'd let anything happen to us or for anyone else to see her like this.

I was the only one who got to enjoy this. Her head tipped back, her hair falling behind her as her mouth fell open on a cry. Her body trembled, and her pussy spasmed around me, drawing an orgasm out of me.

I gripped her lips hard as I thrust from beneath her, and when I went over, I growled my satisfaction. She slumped over me, her lips on my shoulder. This felt like heaven, and I never wanted to move.

ChapterTwenty-One

ELENA

The night on the beach was magical. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. We stayed on the blanket, wrapped up in each other for a while. Eventually, the sand was everywhere, and we got dressed and headed back to his house.

We washed off in his outdoor shower, and then he took me against the wall. Every time with Hudson was more intense, and I fell harder for him.

I didn't want to think about the article or the photo shoot, but we were in the final planning stages. I'd written the article and sent the tidbits about each brother to Valerie, along with the suggested layout.

The photographs were the main event in the magazine, and the words were window dressing.

Valerie made the final decision on the layout and edits to the article. I hoped she'd retain a lot of my ideas. I didn’t like not being involved in the final decision-making process, but it wasn't my magazine. I just hoped I passed the test.

I'd prefer to have more leeway over the content of my articles, but if I wanted to stay on the island, I didn't have a choice. I needed a job that paid me enough to live out my dreams here. It was a tough proposition for most people unless you were a Realtor, a contractor, or worked in tourism.

Writing jobs were few and far between. The newspaper wasn't an option in most places. Almost all of them were cutting staff with the advent of online subscriptions and the increase of independent media. The island couldn't possibly generate enough subscription revenue to make a paper sustainable, and print was a dying proposition.

I needed to take what I could get for however long it was available. The stakes were higher than before because I'd fallen in love with Hudson. I had two reasons to stay: Grams and Hudson.

But I wasn't foolish enough to think that everything could work out. I hoped it would, but I prepped myself for not getting everything I wanted.

This morning, I'd headed home to shower and get ready for work. Once I was dressed, I checked my messages one final time.

Valerie finally responded to my email with the attached article and the proposed layout.

I love everything about your take on the Kingstons. I'm going to make the final edits and publish it.

I couldn't believe my luck. She loved it!

When I refocused, I noticed there was another paragraph.

I'd like to have a party to celebrate the release of the magazine. Can you invite the Kingstons?

I responded quickly saying that I was happy she'd loved the article, and of course I'd invite them. She responded with the restaurant information, date, and time.

It was early, and I was scheduled to work with Hudson today. I didn't need to because the article was complete, but I wanted one final day on the job. A sadness came over me because I wouldn't have a reason to spend my days with him anymore.

It didn't escape my attention that Valerie hadn't sent me another assignment. I'd get paid for this one, and then I wasn't sure what came next.

I closed my laptop, excited to see Hudson, and rushed to get dressed. I pulled up to the house we'd been working on for weeks. Hudson's truck was already in the driveway. I hopped out and hurried inside, knowing I'd find him in the upstairs bathroom where we'd been working on tiling.

When Hudson saw me in the doorway, he grinned. "Good morning."

"Morning," I said as he stood, and I threw myself in his arms. "Valerie loved the article. She's going to make the final edits and publish it."

It was rare for something like that to happen without a few revisions, but I let myself enjoy a job well-done. I pulled back so I could see the pride on his face.

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