His chair spun around and his eyes met hers, tracking her every move as she slowly crossed the room and rounded his desk. She drank him in from head to toe. Feet bare and hair still damp from his shower, he looked relaxed and casual in jeans and a gray cashmere sweater, a total contradiction to the person speaking instructions into the phone.
Hudson reached for her and ran his hand up her bare thigh, his eyes flaring when he realized she was wearing a pair of his boxer briefs. He smirked and shook his head. Pressing the phone between his shoulder and his ear, he leaned forward and swept the underwear down her legs. She watched him with a growing fascination, seeing both her playful lover and the powerful executive. The combination took her breath away.
His hand glided up the inside of Allie’s thigh, his fingers teasing her as they slid back and forth between her silky folds. She stifled a moan as first one finger and then another moved in and out, again and again. With his eyes locked on hers, he removed his hand from between her thighs and sucked his fingers into his mouth. Allie’s lips parted on a silent gasp. His eyes gleamed wickedly as he responded to someone on the other end of the line. “I want to double those numbers by the end of next week.”
Oh, so that was the game he was playing? Allie took his smug grin as a challenge. Turned on and wanting more than just the brief touch of his fingers, she climbed into his lap. Her feet barely touched the ground as she straddled him. She reached for the button of his jeans and toyed with it, searching his face as she tried to gauge his reaction. His eyes darkened, giving her all the encouragement she needed to unzip his fly and free his erection.
Allie never broke eye contact as she positioned herself above his thick length. Hudson swallowed hard as he watched her grasp the back of the leather chair and lower herself onto him, inch by delicious inch. The feel of him filling her was incredible and she had to resist the urge to groan at the sweet invasion.
Leveraging against the back of the chair, she rose up and down in a slow, fluid movement. Hudson bit back a hiss and gripped her waist. He tried to hold her in place but she rocked her hips, riding him with each silent glide of the chair. Up and down. Over and over. He glanced down to where they were joined, struggling to maintain his composure and keep a level voice as she tortured him with each measured stroke.
“Update me on Monday,” he bit out, grinding back on his molars and practically throwing the phone in its cradle. “Fuck, Allie.” He groaned and took her mouth with a furious need, his tongue moving fast and hot as it slid over hers. His hands were splayed, palming her behind as he rocked her in a strong and dominating rhythm.
Capturing Hudson’s face between her hands, Allie held his mouth to hers as he worked her up and down. Her hands raked into his hair and she cried out into his mouth, her muscles clenching as an intense orgasm rolled through her. A groan vibrated in the back of his throat, mixing with her cries as his hips pumped up, riding out the spasms of his release.
Allie collapsed against Hudson’s chest for the second time in as many hours. She lay there for a long while before regaining the ability to speak. “Sorry to interrupt your call,” she finally said, her breathing still erratic.
“Don’t be.” He buried his nose in her hair. “You can top me like that anytime.”
Confused, Allie lifted her head. “What?”
“What you just did, always a welcome interruption. Encouraged even.”
“Are you finished?”
He flashed a salacious grin. “For a few minutes anyway.”
“No.” She rolled her eyes. “I meant are you finished with your work?”
“I’m all yours.” Hudson slid his hand up the side of her throat. His eyes burned with sincerity as he brushed his thumb across her cheek. “Does this mean you’ve decided to stay?”
She knew she shouldn’t—it would only make things harder in the end—but she seemed incapable of denying him anything. Biting her lip, she gave a small, shy nod.
“Good. What would you like to do today? I know what I’d like to do, and since a few minutes have passed . . .” Hudson flexed his hips, rolling his already hardening arousal against her.
“Give a girl a chance to catch her breath,” she said with a laugh. Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck as she considered their options. “What would you do if I weren’t here?”
“Work,” he answered matter-of-factly. “You?”
She shrugged. “Shop, go to a movie.”
“Well, you’ve already shopped my closet.” He hooked a finger in the neck of her borrowed dress shirt. “But I do have a home theater. Movie?”
“We never did get to see a movie together.”
Hudson frowned. “I couldn’t afford the price of the tickets back then.”
“Well, now’s your chance.” Allie placed a swift kiss on the corner of Hudson’s mouth before climbing off his lap. “If you’re lucky, I might even let you hold my hand.”
“Hold your hand? Oh, Miss Sinclair, I plan to do a lot more than just hold your hand.”
Chapter Eighteen
Allie followed Hudson to the second floor of his penthouse. When they reached the top of the stairs she felt as though she was peering into a gallery at an art museum. She was dying to get a closer look at the oversize canvases lining both sides of the darkened hallway, curious to see what type of artwork Hudson had chosen to decorate his home, but he stopped at the first door, opening it and gesturing for her to step inside.
As she did, a dozen Art Deco wall sconces flared to life, revealing five rows of oversize leather chairs. Large speakers were camouflaged in walls that were painted a deep burgundy, and heavy velvet curtains hung on both sides of a silver screen. It was so reminiscent of the golden age of cinema that Allie half expected to find gilded balcony seating behind her. Instead she found Hudson, standing in front of a wet bar that ran the length of the rear wall.
“Would you like popcorn?” he asked, motioning to a professional grade, state-of-the-art popcorn machine.
She raised a skeptical brow. “Do you know how to use that?”
Hudson frowned at the machine. “No, but I can make this.” Reaching up, he opened a cabinet and pulled out a box of microwave popcorn. The sight of him—so strong and powerful and yet so completely befuddled by another high-end, high-cost appliance—was so amusing that she had to press her lips together to stifle a giggle.
“Or perhaps I can interest you in something sweet?”
Her eyes grew wide as he opened the next cabinet. Sno-Caps, Twizzlers, Skittles, Junior Mints. The list went on and on. Hudson’s theater had a selection of candy to rival any Cineplex concession stand. Allie chewed her bottom lip as she considered her choice. “Can’t go wrong with Swedish Fish,” she finally said.
Hudson grinned and handed her one of the bright yellow bags. “One of Nick’s favorites.” He grabbed an iPad from its charger and took her by the hand, leading her down the carpeted aisle and into a row of chairs. Once they were settled, he swiped his finger across the touch screen, accessing an impressive library of films.
“What do you want to watch?”
“I don’t care,” she said, already tearing into her candy. “You pick.”
“Pirates of the Caribbean? If memory serves, that was the movie you wanted to see that summer.” He tapped the icon featuring Jack Sparrow and smirked. “Had a crush on Johnny Depp, if I recall.”
Allie’s mouth popped open. “I did not!”
He held her stare, teasing her with his you-are-so-busted smile until her cheeks heated. She tucked her chin down, muttering to herself while digging a candy fish out of the bag. “And anyway, it was Orlando Bloom.”