Page 18 of His to Command

"Rules are for people who need them." I move closer, watching her breath catch. "Do we need them, Robin? Do we need artificial constraints when what's between us is stronger than any regulation?"

"Yes," she insists, even as she backs up until her legs hit the desk. "Because without them, this gets out of control."

"It's already out of control." I cage her against the desk, hands planted on either side of her hips. "It was out of control the moment I saw you in that boardroom."

Her eyes search mine, looking for something—reassurance? Understanding? "What is this, Hudson? What are we doing?"

"Everything," I murmur, closing the final distance between us. "We're doing everything."

This time when I kiss her, there's no resistance. Her arms wind around my neck, pulling me closer. I lift her onto the desk, hands already pushing her dress up her thighs. Her fingers fumble with my belt, urgent, needy.

"Need you," she gasps against my mouth. "Now."

I tear her underwear away, too impatient for finesse. She's already wet, ready for me. The sight of her spread across her executive desk, flushed and wanting, nearly undoes me.

"Mine," I growl, freeing myself from my pants. "Say it."

Her eyes lock with mine, defiant even in surrender. "Make me believe it."

The challenge ignites something primal in me. I thrust into her without preamble, claiming her with a force that makes us both cry out. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my back, urging me deeper.

"Hudson," she moans, head falling back as I establish a punishing rhythm. "Oh God?—"

"Look at me," I demand, one hand tangling in her hair to bring her gaze back to mine. "See who's inside you. Who you belong to."

Her eyes, heavy-lidded with pleasure, lock with mine. "You," she gasps. "You, Hudson."

Satisfaction roars through me, as powerful as the physical pleasure. I drive into her harder, deeper, one hand sliding between us to where we're joined. Her body tightens around me as I stroke her, bringing her closer to the edge.

"That's it," I encourage, watching the pleasure build on her face. "Let go. Come for me, Robin. Only for me."

She shatters with a cry, back arching, inner muscles clenching around me. The sight of her coming undone, the knowledge that I've done this to her, pushes me over the edge. I follow her into oblivion, my release tearing a guttural sound from my throat.

For long moments, we remain tangled together, breathing hard, her forehead pressed to my shoulder. Gradually, reality reasserts itself—we're in her office, in the middle of a workday, half-clothed and completely unprofessional.

But I can't bring myself to care.

I ease away from her reluctantly, helping her down from the desk. Her dress is wrinkled, her hair a tousled mess, her lips swollen from my kisses. She's never looked more beautiful.

"This is madness," she whispers, smoothing her dress with shaking hands.

"No." I capture her hands in mine. "This is clarity."

Her eyes meet mine, searching. "Why me, Hudson? You could have anyone."

The question catches me off guard. Why her? What is it about this woman that's broken through defenses that have stood impenetrable for decades?

"Because you see me," I admit, the truth emerging unbidden. "Not the CEO, not the billionaire. Me."

Something shifts in her expression—surprise, wonder, a softening. "And what about me? What do you see?"

"Everything," I tell her, cupping her face between my palms. "Everything you try to hide. Everything you could be, if you'd let yourself."

A vulnerability I've never shown anyone before, but with Robin, it feels necessary. Right.

She leans into my touch, eyes closing briefly. "This can't last," she says, but there's less conviction in her voice now.

"It will." I press a kiss to her forehead, gentler than any touch I've given her before. "I've never wanted anything—anyone—the way I want you. And I always get what I want, Robin."

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