The Bad Twin

by Avery Scott

  Abby took a shuddering breath and forced herself to meet Hudson’s eyes. It was a mistake. The carnal desire in his look was too much to resist. She was lost.

  “You.” Abby finally pushed the words past her lips. “I want you.”

  It was all that Hudson needed to hear. His mouth moved on hers and any other words she was about to say were forgotten the second his lips parted hers. His kiss was hungry and demanding. She could feel her own desire surging to match him, and she readily let him explore.

  His hands moved across her body as his tongue plundered her mouth. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you all day,” Hudson panted in between kisses. His fingers raked down her back and then paused to cup her ass. He used his hold on her bottom to pull her against his hips, letting her feel just how deep his craving ran.

  Abby sighed with pleasure. She loved feeling his strong arms wrapped around her. It had been so long since she felt like this. Her body came alive under his touch when she finally allowed herself to submit. She knew that this was not going to stop with a kiss. Sleeping with Hudson Quinn would be a mistake, but she couldn’t stop herself now if she tried. Every fiber in her body felt so sinfully good. Hudson’s kisses and his touch felt so right. Abby had no idea what she wanted for the future. The only thing she could think about was what she wanted right now: More.

  Abby’s last relationship had ended a few years earlier. She wasn’t a one-night stand kind of girl. She’d seen enough of her sister’s trials and triumphs to know that wasn’t her scene. Tonight was different. Maybe it was Paris. Maybe she had taken the role of Gabrielle too far. Whatever was driving her to these reckless delights, she didn’t want it to end.

  She felt the hardness between Hudson’s legs press against her thighs and she wanted more. Her need was greedy and urgent. Hudson slipped both hands beneath her ass and easily lifted her in the air. A small squeal escaped Abby’s lips as she wrapped her legs around him.

  Hudson pressed her back against the wall, grinding his hips against hers. She could feel his erection straining aginst his fly. It was so close and yet still frustratingly far away from where she wanted it to be. “Should I stop?” he asked, pausing to catch his breath before he lost control.

  Yes, a voice inside Abby’s head made a final plea for reason. She hated that voice. It was the same one that nagged her about the mortgage and eating enough fiber and tried to convince her that she wasn’t jealous at all when Gabrielle stumbled home after a night of fun. This time she wasn’t going to listen. This felt too good. She was tired of being the good twin. This was her chance to break free.

  “No, I don’t want you to stop,” Abby said, drowning out the voice inside her head with a low moan as Hudson bent to suckle one of her breasts through the sheer silk of her dress. She wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck, and her fingers played with the short tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck as she dragged his lips back up to her own.

  Chapter Twelve

  Hudson heard the words of consent, but he could barely believe them. He was sure that in a few more seconds, Gabrielle was going to push him away. Hell, she might even slap him. She had been running hot and cold since the night they left for Paris. This was worth getting slapped though.

  “Hudson!” his lover gasped when they broke apart for air. He gulped down a few steamy breaths, resentful of the interruption.

  “Don’t change your mind.”

  “Change my mind?” She seemed confused by the implication. She twisted her fingers in the silken length of his tie and used it to drag him back toward her lips, “Why would I want to do that?”

  Hudson moaned his approval.

  “You’re so beautiful…” He slid his hand down the bare expanse of skin exposed by the open back of her dress and then pushed his fingertips beneath the fabric, brushing the base of her spine. The gesture caused her to arch toward him, raising her cleavage until it was almost flush against his face. He buried his nose in the cleft between the plump swells of her breasts and then dabbed at her skin with his tongue.

  Hudson pushed the shoulder of his lover’s gown down to expose one side of her bosom and bent to suckle her nipple, this time without any barriers between his tongue and the pebbled pink tip. Gabrielle gasped at the touch. The sound sent electric currents racing through Hudson’s body. Gabrielle’s fingers clawed into his hair, urging him even closer against her flesh.

  He wanted to see all of her but was frustrated when the dress stubbornly resisted his efforts to slide it down further. He bunched the fabric in his hand and yanked.

  “Careful!”

  The warning was too late. The delicate silk gown sheared in two.

  “I’ll buy you a new one,” Hudson grunted, already moving to devour her. Fuck, he would buy her a closet full of dresses just for the pleasure of ripping them off her again. His palm smoothed over the freshly-exposed expanse of skin while he bent to continue laving her exquisite curves with his tongue.

  Hudson was amazed by how sensitive she was to his touch. There was something deeply gratifying about her wanton reaction. Gabrielle had already made him so hard. He rocked their hips, making her feel his huge erection rearing up between them. He had wanted to fuck her all day, and he was running out of patience.

  “Touch me…” he whispered into Gabrielle’s hair and was gratified when she obeyed. She dragged her palm across the front of his trousers as he bucked against her, wanting more. “Touch me.”

  There was a beat of hesitation, and then she deftly unfastened his fly.

  Four small, cool fingers curled around his shaft, while the pad of her thumb rubbed across the weeping tip of his cock. Hudson groaned and his eyes rolled into his head when she finally began to stroke.

  “Like that…?” she teased, seizing back a measure of control.

  Hudson growled an unintelligible answer, but it was clear from the way that he was quivering and keening toward her how pleased he was by her technique.

  “I want to see you naked,” Hudson whispered, plucking at the remaining scraps of her dress. It didn’t take much to tear the material away completely. Then, Gabrielle stood before him, clad in her bra and panties, looking too perfect to be real. Hudson didn’t know where to start. He wanted to lay her back on the sofa and bury his face between her legs. He wanted to push her down on her knees and make her suck his cock. He wanted to slam her up against the wall and fuck her until she screamed, but he didn’t want to risk scaring her away again.

  Patience was not one of Hudson’s virtues. It took every ounce of self-control that he possessed to let his pants drop to the floor and slowly guide her into the bedroom until the backs of her thighs brushed against the mattress.

  She started to sink down, but he caught her. He kissed her firmly on the lips, and then hooked his thumbs into the band of her panties and inched them down over her long, smooth legs.

  Hudson raked his knuckles down her thighs, then grabbed her ass and after he had bestowed another breath-stealing kiss, abandoned pretense and pushed his fingers into her cunt.

  Gabrielle’s body jolted from the unexpected and brutal assault. He curled his fingers inside her and rubbed her clit with his thumb, milking wetness out of her sex and making her ready to take him.

  Hudson was trying to be gentle, but he was nearing the limits of his restraint. His luscious assistant had been just out of reach all week, torturing him with the knowledge that she was naked in his shower, sleeping a few feet away. She had been so close, but still untouchable. Hudson had been a good boy for far too long, and his basest instincts were rising to the fore.

  “I want to be inside you,” His breath puffed against her ear as he spoke. One palm settled on either side of her thighs as he forced her to straddle his sex. “I need to start fucking you now.”

  He didn’t even think about a condom and didn’t really give his lover much time to resist. There was only a half-beat of silence, and then he pushed her back onto the mattress and burrowed into her wetness.


  Gabrielle cried out as she was impaled on Hudson’s enormous cock, but she didn’t try to get away.

  “Oh, God!’ she moaned, burying her head against his shoulder and digging her fingers into his back. There was no hint of weakness as he began to thrust. His strong, confident hands directed his lover’s movements, rocking her hips forward as he surged into the hot sheath of her body.

  He was so hungry to take her, and Gabrielle was so exquisitely tight that he realized after a few breathless strokes, that he wasn’t going to last long at all. He squeezed his eyes closed, concentrating on his lover’s pleasure, grinding into her clit until her thighs were quivering and her breath was a shallow hiss.

  “I can’t!” Hudson ignored the moan of protest and continued to love her. Gabrielle’s fingernails dug deeper into his shoulder, as if she was struggling to not let go. “Hudson,” she cried his name again and again, “Hudson…please!”

  “I know, baby…” he whispered, his voice thready and strained. He increased the tempo of his thrusts, the friction ripping through their bodies at an almost constant pace. In. Out. In. Harder. Faster.

  Gabrielle’s hips pulsed in rhythm with his own, rising up to meet each thrust. Then, she suddenly stopped. Her back arched and her muscles went rigid as she found a sudden, spectacular release.

  Hudson was only a second behind her. His fingers slid down to her bottom, and he rammed home a final time. Then, with a sob he exploded, filling her with sticky heat.

  Something registered inside Hudson’s mind as the last twinges of pleasure were wrung from his body. This was different… maybe it was just the fact that she had taunted him so long, reeling him in slowly like she was landing a prize fish. Maybe it was the seedy stereotype of screwing his assistant. Maybe it had something to do with Gabrielle herself. Whatever the reason, Hudson was ready to admit that sex hadn’t felt this good for a long time. It was nothing like what he’d imagined when he first hired Ms. Levesque. And he had imagined it a lot. This encounter had all the electricity and heat that he expected, but there was more. So much more…Could he be falling for her?

  “Fuck,” Hudson hissed, rejecting the idea outright. He rolled over so that his back was flat against the mattress and took a few deep breaths before reaching toward his lover. She was still trembling and struggling to catch her breath. She flinched when he reached to touch her.

  “Are you okay?”

  Her expression was almost shy and she couldn’t quite seem to meet his gaze. “Y-yes. It’s just…it’s just been a long time.”

  Two weeks earlier, Hudson would have doubted that statement, but now he wasn’t sure. Either way, he kept the thought to himself. He dabbed a kiss on her shoulder. “I think you’ve enjoyed torturing me.”

  “Well, you seemed like you deserved it.”

  “Probably.” He offered an impish grin and stroked his hand along her side. “I never noticed that you have freckles on your shoulder.”

  Abby frowned, “Why would you?”

  Something about her tone made Hudson uneasy. His words were a throwaway remark- there wasn’t any reason for her to get upset. “I’m just usually more observant. I guess you knocked me off my game.”

  “I guess so.”

  “Don’t pout.”

  “I’m not pouting.”

  Hudson inverted their bodies so that she was on her back beneath him. He gave her a very thorough kiss which, happily, worked its magic and returned a smile to her face.

  “That’s better.”

  His lover nodded. “Good.” Hudson laid a heavy kiss on the top of her head and then glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed. He groaned.

  “It’s after two.”

  “You have to be up early?”

  “I have my morning call with the Tokyo office at six…or did you forget, Miss Personal Assistant?”

  He was only teasing, but for the second time in as many minutes, Gabrielle looked as if she’d just been struck.

  “I should get back to my own bed and let you sleep.”

  “Don’t be silly,” Hudson slung his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “I want to keep you here. Right where you belong.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  But I don’t belong here. Abby felt the words as if they had seeped into her bones. Still, she didn’t dare to disobey Hudson and leave. It only seemed to take a few minutes before he drifted off to sleep, but Abby lay awake all night, trying to convince herself that the best sex of her life was nothing more than meaningless fun.

  Hudson’s alarm was a reprieve. He was groggy and disoriented at five o’clock in the morning and Abby seized the opportunity to escape before he was fully awake.

  She stumbled over something on her way into the living room. Stooping down, she discovered that it was her handbag, discarded during the frenzy of the night before. The bag was buzzing. Opening it up, she saw that someone was calling her phone.

  “Uh…hello?”

  “Abby! Oh, my God! You’re alive.”

  It took her a second to register the voice. When she did, she almost dropped the phone.

  “Gabrielle!”

  “Yes, Gabrielle. Who else would it be? I got back from Mexico this afternoon and it looks like you haven’t been here for days. I have been freaking out. I thought you were dead in a ditch! Where the hell are you?”

  “Where the hell am I? You’ve got a lot of nerve. Don’t you check your messages?” Abby said, annoyed that her twin would dare to interrogate her so soon after the impulsive trip to Mexico. “I tried to reach you.”

  “I didn’t have many chances to check my phone.”

  “I’m in Paris.”

  “Paris?” Gabrielle repeated the word as if her sister had just announced that she was visiting Mars. “What do you mean you’re in Paris? That doesn’t make any sense.”

  “I came here with Hudson Quinn.”

  The line went dead quiet. Abby didn’t know if the pause was attributable to shock or fury, but the question was swiftly answered.

  Gabrielle exploded. “You’re in Paris with my boss? What. The. Fuck?”

  “He came to the house looking for you. It was the night you went to Mexico. I called you, remember? I tried to tell you. He said that he was going to fire you if you didn’t go with him, so I took your place. He hasn’t noticed the difference.”

  “I told you to make up a family emergency, not pretend to be me! Besides, he’s always spouting off stupid bullshit like that, but never follows through.”

  “He seemed pretty serious that night. You gave me no choice! We needed the money, Gabrielle. If you weren’t so irresponsible then I never would have been put into this situation. Mr. Saint is going to sell our loan to a mortgage company if we fall behind on the payments again. We could lose the house. What was I supposed to do?”

  “Well, I know what you’re not supposed to do! You’re sure as hell not supposed to steal your sister’s boy-”

  “Don’t you dare!” Abby was surprised by the anger in her voice. She rarely lost her temper, and almost never at her sister, despite the constant justification that her twin provided.

  “Are you fucking serious right now?” the real Gabrielle responded. “I can’t believe this! It’s not like you at all. What in the hell has gotten into you and when are you coming home?”

  “Shut up, Gabrielle! Maybe I’m enjoying being the bad twin for once in my life. Maybe, just maybe, this isn’t about you anymore. It’s about me and what I want.”

  “And that’s what you want? A man who thinks you’re me?”

  The barbed comment hit its mark. Abby was already struggling with the fact that the sex meant more to her than she intended. Despite her protestations, she was falling for Hudson Quinn and the night before sealed the deal completely. She hated that Hudson thought she was Gabrielle. It tortured her to the point that she had barely slept the night before. She couldn’t think of a response to her sister’s taunt and so she indulged in a childish impulse instead. She hung up the phon
e and switched it off when Gabrielle immediately called back.

  Abby heard Hudson start the shower. She stared at the door to the bathroom, wondering if she should walk inside and tell him the truth. He might be angry, but at least he would know who she really was. He had obviously noticed that she was different than the “Gabrielle” that he knew before Paris. Maybe he would be pleased with the explanation? Then again, how could he possibly forgive her lies? Who would blame him if he never wanted to see her again? Abby couldn’t take that chance.

  In the end, she decided not to confess. By the time Hudson was out of the shower she had composed herself and decided it was better to hold out a few more days. She talked herself into keeping up the charade until they got back to the States. There was no point in adding additional drama to an already stressful business deal. At least, that’s how she rationalized the decision.

  Neither Abby nor Hudson mentioned their night of passion while they were getting dressed, but on the way to the elevator, Hudson surprised her when he casually slipped his hand into hers. It felt warm and comforting, and so did the kiss they shared on the ride down to the lobby. The moment the elevator doors opened Hudson released Abby’s hand. He was strictly business all day at the Quinn Holdings office, but as soon as they finished work, he dragged Abby into his arms and carried her off to bed again.

  The pattern repeated itself for the rest of the week. Hudson certainly didn’t ignore Abby while they were working, and he didn’t try to pretend that there was nothing between them. A kiss in front of Walker Quinn put that fear to rest, but Hudson kept a clear delineation between work time and play time. At first, Abby simply thought that he was trying to set boundaries, but she quickly realized it was because he wanted to get through their office duties as quickly as possible so that they would have more time to spend alone.