Page 57 of Fragile Heart

He shrugs. “It comes with the territory, I guess.”

“Still, everyone deserves privacy.”

“Speaking of privacy, I can’t wait to get you alone.” My eyes widen, and I immediately look to see if the driver heard. If he did, he doesn’t react. Hudson chuckles at my side.

We pull up to a gated community where I assume Hudson lives. I marvel at the huge houses we pass until the SUV stops in front of a large white house—if something this large is considered a house—with a black garage door and a black front door.

“Home sweet home,” Hudson says, getting out of the car.

“This is your house?” I ask, suddenly feeling insecure that he was hanging out in my box of an apartment when he’s used to something this massive.

He nods and grabs my hand, pulling me toward the door. He lets me walk in first, bringing our suitcases in after.

I stroll through the downstairs portion of the house, feeling Hudson’s eyes on me. Following the light wood floors, I end up in a chef’s kitchen with gorgeous, dark-blue cabinets, and restaurant-quality appliances. Turning, I see a large black leather couch, a few glass side tables, and a massive TV in what’s probably the living room. That’s it.

The walls are blank. No decorative rugs or pillows. No blankets. Nothing. The most stunning part of the house so far is the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room looking out into the pool and beyond to the hills.

I find myself standing against the glass, staring out into the distance.

“Well, what do you think?” Hudson asks, his voice getting closer as he walks toward me.

“Um. . .” I try to think of how to explain what’s going through my head. He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning down to kiss my neck.

“You don’t like it?” he asks between kisses, his breath tickling me.

“It’s not that. It’s a beautiful house. It’s just kind of. . . blah.”

He laughs against my neck, causing my nipples to perk up. “Only you would think a five million dollar house is blah.”Five million dollars?Holy shit.

“It just doesn’t feel like you.”

“Hmm. And how exactly do I feel?” He pushes his erection into my backside, which forces me to arch into him.

“There’s no character, I guess. It feels like anyone could live here. There’s no wall art. It doesn’t feel personal.” He sucks on my neck as I tell him, and I stutter. “M. . . maybe you need a few vintage chairs to liven up the place. Maybe we can find some that match my couch.”

He tilts his head back and laughs. Full-on laughs. “You’re right. I need some ugly chairs. Maybe you can help me find some.”

“Not if you keep calling them ugly,” I tease. I know he hates my floral couch, but it’s one of my favorite things in my whole apartment.

He doesn’t apologize. In fact, he doesn’t say anything else. He spins me around so I’m facing him. I barely have time to catch my bearings before his lips are on mine.

I’m pushed up against the glass doors while his lips explore every inch of me. “I’ve never been so turned on by a woman insulting my house,” he says. I laugh breathlessly while he nips at my bottom lip.

“Let me make it up to you.” I put my hands on his chest to push him back a step before I drop to my knees in front of him. His pants are unbuttoned and at his ankles before he realizes what I’m about to do.

I pump him in my hand a few times before swirling my tongue around the tip and lapping up the tiny bead of moisture that’s already formed there.

“Fuck, baby.” He leans forward and puts his hands on the glass window behind me. “You look so good on your knees for me.”

His words encourage me to take him into my mouth as far as I can. His body shudders against me as I try to take him just a little further. I pull back to catch my breath before doing it all over again. It makes me feel so powerful knowing I’m pleasuring him this much with only my mouth.

“You’ve got to stop, baby, or I’m gonna come.” I don’t stop. I suck him to the back of my throat once more before he jerks back. He looks down at me while I wipe the spit off my mouth. “As much as I want you to swallow me, I want to be inside you even more.”

He takes my hand and helps me stand. He lifts the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. My bra is swiftly unhooked and falls to the ground. Hudson pulls his own shirt off while I shimmy out of my shorts until we stand completely naked in front of his glass windows.

He pulls a condom out of his wallet and rolls it onto himself. “Can anyone see us?” I ask, looking over my shoulder out the window.

“No, it’s completely private.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before backing me up flush against the cold window. He lifts my leg up and lines himself up with my entrance. “Hold on, baby,” he warns right as he pushes himself inside me. I relax around him, something I’ve trained myself to do to help him fit all the way in.

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