Hudson

by Shayne McClendon

  They’d never had a sexual relationship. Lola’s daughter was the result of trying to deny her sexuality. The biological father disappeared when she told him she was pregnant.

  Hudson insisted on sending Donna to college and she was almost finished with her finance degree from Michigan State. She was another child he often forgot was not his own. When she returned to Manhattan, her offer with his company was waiting.

  The analysts on this floor were quiet, studious types who focused all their energy on research. It was their job to find him new places to invest his money and grow it. If they came to him with an acquisition and he ultimately purchased it, they received a substantial bonus.

  It had been Lola’s idea to hire people for such positions.

  “There are so many moving parts, Hudson. Charities, struggling businesses, new entrepreneurs, and you’ll never find all of them on your own. Give them parameters and you can pick and choose from what they find.”

  It was one of the smartest business decisions he’d ever made.

  Inquiries for financial assistance were never answered. Instead, they went into a file and the validity of every claim was investigated. It weeded out the “get rich quick” types from those willing to work their ass off to make their dream a reality.

  The confidentiality agreements kept his name from being mentioned. If the world at large knew he jumpstarted artists, musicians, and wholesale paid for college degrees all over the country, he’d be flooded with far more requests than his staff could handle.

  The floor below was filled with accountants and lawyers. The one below that was general administration. His staff rarely saw him personally.

  Building security knew Natalia and company employees knew better than to question her presence in his life. She often stopped by to visit or take him to lunch.

  When she gave a low whistle, Hudson turned to see her looking chic in a pale gray pantsuit as she leaned against his doorframe.

  Her smile was gentle. “You were deep in thought. I didn’t want to startle you.” She set her purse on the chair across from his desk then came around. She moved smoothly, confidently in charcoal gray suede heels.

  A small frown appeared between her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  She laid her hand on his cheek. “Not true. You look jumbled up. Tell me.”

  His fingers reached up to circle her slender wrist and he tugged her into his lap. It was comforting to have her there as his arms wrapped around her waist. He rested his forehead against her temple and breathed in her delicate perfume.

  “Something is wrong with me.” She stiffened sharply and he glanced up to look at her face. Stark terror was written on her features. “Not physically. I’m sorry. I’m healthy as a horse.”

  She exhaled and he hugged her tight.

  “What do you mean something’s wrong? Try not to give me a heart attack this time.”

  Not smiling simply wasn’t an option. He smoothed her hair away from her cheek. “The relief isn’t lasting as long as it used to. I get…anxious…more quickly. I need all the fucking time and it distracts me in every other area.”

  Natalia moved her arm around Hudson’s shoulders and played with the hair at the nape of his neck as she considered his words. For a moment, she was distracted by the softness that was always so unexpected on a man the world viewed as anything but soft.

  “Sexually, you mean?” He nodded. “It wasn’t so bad before?” Closing his eyes, he shook his head slowly. “You think this makes you abnormal or something?”

  Hudson grimaced painfully.

  “You think there’s something wrong with you because you need sex more often?”

  “I cannot concentrate. That isn’t normal.”

  She grinned. “Name one thing about either of us that’s normal, Hudson.” He gave her a sharp chuckle and she held his face in her palms. “You have a lot of weight on your shoulders. Your daily life is hectic and millions of dollars move in and out of your businesses in minutes. I can’t imagine the stress you must be under all the time.”

  With a shrug, he responded, “I’ve always been busy. Stress doesn’t factor into it.”

  “You’ve never had much time to enjoy your success. Maybe that’s the problem. You work seven days a week. You travel all the time but not for pleasure. Even on vacation with your family, or me you work almost constantly.” She gave him a delicate shrug of her own. “If you can’t enjoy it, what’s the point?”

  “You think…I need to slow down?”

  “I think you need to ask yourself why you’re still pushing so damn hard.” Slipping her hands along his jaw, she kissed him gently.

  As she leaned back, she tugged his lower lip with her teeth. “I also think if you need more sex, you get more sex. It’s not as if that’s a hardship…for either of us. I’m willing as I’ve always been willing, Hudson.”

  Hudson’s hands tightened on her and he took her mouth destructively. Only when her heart was pounding and her breathing rapid did he break the kiss.

  She stared at him and wondered for the hundredth time why women didn’t throw themselves at him. He was such a good-looking man. Right now, his good looks were ramped up a notch with the aggressive sexuality that blazed from him.

  His black eyes lowered to take in the flush over her chest before returning to stare at her. He petted her hip and over her thigh.

  “Lock the door. Undress. Everything. Even the shoes.”

  Without a word, she stood and moved to close and lock the door to his office. She turned and began removing her clothing piece by piece. She laid each item over the couch in his sitting area.

  It was important not to rush. He enjoyed watching her slowly reveal herself to him.

  He sat in his chair with his chin between his thumb and forefinger. He traced his finger back and forth over the fullness of his lower lip and she felt the overwhelming desire to kiss him again.

  When she was fully naked, she stood with her shoulders back and waited.

  “Come here.”

  In her bare feet, she walked to him. As she came around the edge, he stood and pushed the few papers aside before simply staring down at her.

  Natalia was unaccustomed to being barefoot with him. She felt smaller, more vulnerable. Her heart rate sped up and he noticed.

  Hudson rarely missed anything.

  Large hands wrapped around her waist and lifted her to the surface. The glass over the wood was cool on her ass. She’d likely be thankful for that by the time he was done.

  “Kiss me first.”

  The whispered words were out of her mouth before she knew she intended to say them. Both of them were surprised at the request.

  “You never ask for anything. Why have I never noticed that before now?”

  It wasn’t a question she knew the answer to so she kept her silence.

  The warmth of his palms as he cupped her face sank to the bone. He stepped between her legs and dropped his mouth over hers.

  The kiss lasted a long time and when he broke it, he changed his mind and kissed her again.

  Pulling back, he stared into her eyes. Raking his fingertips through her hair, he said, “I forget your hair is naturally blond.” His smile was warm. “I haven’t seen it in more than twenty years.”

  “Hudson?”

  “Yes?”

  “I…” Her mind went sideways and the thought that floated to the surface for a moment drifted away. She raked her hands down his chest; the crisp dress shirt was warm from the heat of his body. She met his eyes.

  “Let me relieve your stress. I don’t like you questioning your mental state. Not when it’s so easy to make it better.”

  “Lie back.”

  The command surprised her but she schooled her expression and lowered to the surface of his desk. His hand splayed over her torso as he lifted her leg behind the knee and placed her heel on the edge. He repeated the position with her other leg.

  “Keep your heels there.”
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  He nudged her forward until her ass touched the back of her ankles. Slight pressure on the inside of each leg pushed them wide. She was fully open to him.

  “Beautiful. Are you alright?”

  Thankful for yoga, she nodded.

  He walked around behind her and took her in from another angle.

  “Stay just like that.”

  On the other side of the desk, he sat in his chair. Natalia heard him pick up the phone. A few seconds later, she mentally smiled while she listened to him finalize a joint venture with Spencer Bishop the Third for charity.

  The young billionaire recently married. His wife Shania lost her mother to cancer and she used a considerable portion of his fortune to fund research.

  They were one of those adorable couples she liked to watch sometimes but didn’t understand in the slightest. Happy, in love, with stars in their eyes. Both of them were lovely if rather…little and they took philanthropy seriously.

  Hudson’s hand stroked over her stomach and down to the bare folds of her pussy. It took all her control to hold back the moan. Nothing was able to stop the full-body tremor.

  He didn’t pause in his conversation.

  “I agree. Put me down for another quarter million. I like what she’s doing at the foundation, Bishop. I’m glad she’s so involved.”

  Two fingers raked through her slit and the muscles in her thighs flexed.

  “That rich bastard needs to ante up. No, I’ll call him. We have a deal on the table.” He circled the entrance of her pussy, gathering moisture to slick over her clit. “Sounds good. I’ll bring Natalia. My regards to Mrs. Bishop.”

  The call disconnected but Hudson still didn’t speak. A moment later, she heard him tell a woman he wanted to speak to Harper Delkin.

  He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over her. She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes. Realizing she moved without permission, she returned them to the desk and stared at the ceiling, willing her body to calm.

  “Delkin. Just spoke with Bishop. Hmm. I don’t care. Put up at least a hundred.”

  Hudson listened for almost a minute and spent the time licking her pussy. His palm stroked her inner thigh as if to soothe her.

  “We’re about to sign the contract for the hotel chain. Are you nickel and diming me right now, Delkin? You stand to make millions on that deal.”

  As the other man’s voice rose, Hudson’s mouth returned to sucking and licking her. Natalia was so turned on by the oddity of this little visit that she was struggling to hold back her climax. He fucked into her body then nibbled her outer lips with his teeth.

  Two fingers drove deep as he resumed his conversation. There was no change in the tone or volume of his voice.

  “Don’t be a stingy fuck. Call Bishop and make the donation. Do it now.”

  He turned his hand and curled his fingers upward to hit the oh-so-sensitive spot behind her clit as he sucked the little bundle of nerves between his lips.

  Natalia lost control of her orgasm.

  Hudson stroked her through it and planted open-mouthed kisses all over her without making a sound. Only when her tremors eased did he pull back.

  “Get it done. I’ll see you next month in Seattle to sign the contracts. You know Bishop has his hands in just about every industry in New York. The cause is a good one. You won’t regret it. Hmm. I will.”

  He disconnected and rested his head in his hand, his elbow propped on the desk between her legs. “Delkin said to tell you hello. He was fascinated with you at the Met last season.”

  No way did she trust herself to speak.

  Casually petting her, he added, “I love your pussy, Natalia. It’s always so hot, so creamy. I’d have to say it’s my favorite snack.”

  She went up on her elbows and stared at him down the length of her body. He usually made her wait for her pleasure a long time.

  Getting hers first had her off-balance. Sitting up fully, she took his face in her hands and kissed her essence off his lips.

  “I was supposed to make you feel better…not the other way around.”

  Suddenly she was scooped off the desk and straddled his lap. His mouth ate at hers with his fingers fisted in her hair.

  Against her lips, he murmured, “You make me feel better by breathing.”

  One skip and her heart resumed. Putting that in a little box and locking it tight, she returned to kissing him. He was iron-hard beneath his expensive slacks and she gyrated her hips up then down the length. His grip on her tightened.

  “Take my cock out, Natalia.”

  She reached between them and unbuckled his belt, loosened the button, and lowered the zipper carefully. Her fingertips brushed the tip and he hissed through his teeth. Natalia pulled him free of the boxer briefs and held the throbbing shaft in her hands. Her thumb slicked over the head, spreading the pearl of pre-cum she found there.

  “Put me in your pussy.”

  Lifting slightly, she positioned him at the soaked entrance and lowered until she’d taken him halfway. At that point, he held her still.

  “Brace yourself.” He reached down and locked the chair seat from rocking. She had enough time to inhale as he adjusted his hold on her hips and slammed up into her body so hard she whimpered. One hand held his hair; the other gripped the leather back.

  He powered into her pussy and she didn’t know she was moaning his name softly until his mouth stopped the sound.

  Hudson stood and took her with him. Her upper back met the cool glass and he put his arms under her legs. They were pushed back to her chest as he held her shoulders. Half of her body was suspended while he fucked her harder than he ever had before.

  “More…”

  “Natalia…”

  Before he could speak, express his worry for her, she met his eyes and nodded. He continued to pound her into his desk and she zoned out, taking in every nuance of this experience with him.

  Sweat beaded the skin of his forehead. His eyes were focused on watching his cock disappear inside her. His mouth was set in a firm line as his nostrils flared with every breath.

  The tap of his dick against her womb with every stroke echoed throughout her body and she felt the climax building too fast to stop it. She tightened around him.

  He whispered, “Yes. Fuck yes. Let me know I’m not just hurting you.”

  Natalia didn’t think he realized he’d spoken aloud. Then she was coming and thought was beyond her ability. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, just powered harder and faster into a pussy that needed what only he had ever been able to provide.

  The climax bled into another. He slammed balls-deep and went still. His semen left the head of his cock hot and with incredible force.

  A thought drifted through her satiated brain that she had only ever allowed Hudson to take her bare. The trust he showed in return by taking her bare made her heart ache. Hudson’s wealth was unbelievable. Women had tried to trap him before.

  If she were ever to become pregnant…

  She slammed her mind shut against the thought and focused on holding tight to the total body happiness her best friend caused.

  When the last of his come spurted into her womb, he exhaled roughly and gathered her in his arms. He collapsed in his chair, his hand cupping the back of her skull.

  His heart pounded beneath her ear. When she was confident she could move, she sat up and lifted her body from his, slipping to the floor between his feet.

  Assuming the submissive posture with her ass on her heels that drove him crazy, she waited. Their combined fluids dripped to the carpet beneath her.

  “Clean my cock.”

  It was what she’d hoped for and she wasted no time in lifting up on her knees and taking his half-hard dick in her mouth. When he was like this, she was able to take him to the root and she sucked their combined slickness from him.

  “You like the taste of us.”

  It wasn’t a question but she moaned around him anyway. She was too busy enjoying the salty-sweetness th
ey created together.

  For good measure, she held his cock in her fist and sucked each of his balls. They weren’t entirely soft and if she pushed, she knew she could quickly drive him up again.

  Hudson wasn’t abnormal in his appetites but he produced more semen than any man she’d ever been with. Part of her wondered if that might be linked to his Alpha personality and then she didn’t care because he rocked gently, fucking between her lips.

  “I like seeing your lips around me. Seeing them stretch to take me. Watching you enjoy something so many women hate.” He was hardening again and he paused, touching the back of her throat. “Your mouth is so fucking hot. It feels so good.”

  He stopped with a small grunt and pulled back. She released him with a soft sucking sound.

  “Stand.”

  She stood up and waited. Her toes curled into the carpet and he pulled her between his legs. A taut pale pink nipple was sucked firmly to the roof of his mouth and her hands drifted through his hair. He pulled back and stared at her face as he placed his palm on her mound.

  “I want to know our come is dripping from you while I take you to lunch. I want it to soak your panties. To remind you.”

  “I couldn’t possibly forget time with you, Hudson.”

  Pushing two fingers inside her, he gathered their come and smeared it over her clit and through her folds. When he sucked his fingers, her breath caught.

  “I see why you like it.”

  “You make me crazy.”

  He winked and the dimpled grin he gave her reminded her of the boy she met so long ago. “Get dressed and let’s have lunch.” He stood and kissed her cheeks, forehead, nose, and finally her lips. “I feel much better. I’m so fucking grateful for you.”

  The vague thought drifted over her brain again but was gone instantly.

  Instead of trying to catch it, she smiled. “I’m so fucking grateful for you. Especially when you give me mad orgasms then feed me. I want a steak. A big one…and wine.”

  As she moved to go around him, she added cheekily, “Then you can fuck my brains out again.”

  He slapped her naked ass sharply and she moaned. There was no way to miss the hunger in his eyes and she hoped she’d always have a place in this man’s world. No one had cared so much, done so much, for her in all her life.