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  "Yes, baby," he moaned, running his hands up and down her waist. "Yes."

  He continued to unhook her bustier from the bottom, kissing his way up her body as he did. His lips feathered over her from belly button up to the delicious space between her full breasts. He wanted to bury himself there.

  Finally, he reached the last hook. He unhooked it, then drew apart the garment like the curtains on a stage.

  Her breasts were glorious. Full and round and high with dark, thick nipples. He used the bustier to tug her closer, then lapped a nipple with his tongue.

  She moaned.

  "Do you like that, baby?" he asked, letting her bustier fall to the floor. "Do you like it when my mouth is on you?"

  "Yes," she moaned again.

  He pulled her nipple all the way into his mouth and sucked as he caressed her other breast slow and firm. Her head tilted back in pleasure, and he circled his other hand around to the small of her back, feeling the delicate dip of her spine, and holding her steady. She tasted so damn good.

  His cock was pulsing with need. She hadn't even touched him there yet and already he felt his sensitivity building. His bear was howling at him to take her and take her now, but he knew he had to control himself. He knew he had to wait. There was more he wanted to do to her first.

  As excruciating as it was, he pulled himself away from her delicious tits. He braced her hips with his hands and forced her to take a step back.

  "There," he said, taking his hands away to take her in.

  She panted in front of him, her chest rising and falling and making her breasts swell with every breath. She was exquisite. And she was his. He wanted all of her.

  "Take off your panties," he said.

  This time, she obeyed more quickly. Her thumbs slipped under the fabric, and he got a nice look at her tits as she bent over to pull them down.

  "Good, baby," he said, making her stand there so he could watch.

  His hand dropped to his cock, and he stroked himself. He wanted her to see the effect she had on him. He wanted her to see exactly how much he liked what he saw.

  Her breath got faster and she licked her soft lips.

  The sight of her tongue drove him wild. He pumped himself harder. "This is what you do to me, baby," he said. "You're so fucking hot."

  She moaned. His mate liked what she saw too.

  God, he was close, and he hadn't even gotten to really feel her yet. He'd barely started touching himself. He had to stop before he lost it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he pulled his hand away.

  Then he sank to his knees in front of the bed. "I need you to bring that pretty little pussy over here so I can lick it."

  It was her turn to close her eyes this time, her turn to moan at his dirty words. Fuck, it was satisfying to hear that.

  She stepped forward and he grabbed her plush ass to bring her closer. Then he shoved his tongue between the folds of her pussy. She was even wetter than the last time he'd felt her. The taste of her was warm and salty and wonderful. She writhed against his lips as he circled her clit, and he had to hold on to her tighter to keep himself rooted.

  He licked the length of her crease and she quivered against him, so he did it again. That made her cry out.

  She was close, he could feel it.

  "Say my name, baby," he demanded. "I need to hear it on your lips."

  "Hudson," she panted.

  "Beg me to lick you," he demanded.

  "Lick me, Hudson," she cried, digging her fingers into his hair. "Please."

  He obliged. He tongued her from her sweet little pussy hole all the way up to her clit. Then he sucked it between his teeth and ran his tongue over it again and again and again until she broke.

  "Hudson," she cried as she quaked against his lips.

  It was the best fucking sound in the world.

  He had to have her now. He wanted her to feel him at exactly this moment, exactly when she was most sensitive. Before she'd stopped trembling, he stood and took her in his arms and laid her on the bed beneath him.

  "I'm going to fuck you now, baby," he said. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

  "Yes," she panted, her pretty, dark nipples hard and peaked on her chest.

  He spread her legs with his knees and settled his hips between them.

  "Tell me," he said, letting the head of his cock brush against her soft opening.

  "I want you to fuck me, Hudson," she said.

  He plunged into her. She cried out. It was a bone-deep sound, a sound of pure need, a sound that took hold of Hudson's gut and didn't let go.

  He pressed into her again, slow and deep, and she cried out again. She felt so damn good. Tight and hot and everything he wanted. His bear wanted him to fuck her hard and fast, but he wouldn't do that. Not their first time together.

  She wrapped her legs around him and he rocked his hips against her, pumping in and out slowly, teasing the edge of her orgasm and building it back up again. His own pleasure was rising to an almost unbearable edge. It was all he could do to keep himself from exploding.

  It wouldn't be long for either of them now, he could feel it. He could feel her growing tighter with every thrust. He could hear her cries growing wilder, more desperate. He could see the desire building behind her eyes.

  "You're mine now, baby," he said, locking his gaze on hers.

  "Yes," she whimpered beneath him.

  "Say it," he said. "Say you're mine."

  "I'm yours, Hudson," she panted.

  That was all it took. He had wanted to outlast her, but hearing her say those words pushed him over the edge. He groaned as euphoria crashed over him.

  As he dove into her one last time--burying himself deep inside her--she came for him again. He felt the pulse of her pleasure around his cock, felt her shudder in his arms and heard her cry out louder and more satisfied than he'd ever heard her before.

  He stayed inside her as the intense sensation reached its peak and finally subsided. Then he moved to lay beside her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, loving the feel of her nuzzled into his chest, loving the warmth of her soft breath against him.

  "Mine," he whispered into her hair as he drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Five

  Kay

  Kay woke up feeling the soft fuzz of Hudson's chest hair against her cheek. She liked that he left this part of himself ungroomed. Everything else about him was so polished. She loved seeing the side of him that ran wild. It felt like a piece of him that belonged only to her.

  Which, of course, couldn't be true. Hudson was ridiculously handsome and damn good in bed. Plus there was that whole burgeoning billionaire thing. Kay was no stranger to wealth. She knew from experience that money tended to attract admirers all on its own. So of course there had been women before her. But the very idea of it made her hackles rise, which was strange all on its own.

  Then his words came rushing back to her.

  You're mine.

  The sound of it echoed in her mind, warming her to the core, and spreading a dreamy smile across her lips. Was it crazy that she'd melted when he'd said that to her? Was it crazy that she felt like it was true after only a single night--that she wanted it to be true?

  But what a night it had been. She felt the pleasant soreness between her thighs and nearly moaned again at the memory of it. It was, by far, the best sex she'd ever had. She loved how his commands had silenced all her insecurities for a little while. She hadn't had to think or worry. She'd only had to act.

  Chase seemed downright boring by comparison. It was like the difference between kissing a dead fish and a ... well, a Hudson. There was literally nothing she could think of to compare the feeling to. It was utterly new to her, and utterly wonderful.

  He was sleeping hard and deep. She liked that too. She liked a man who pushed himself until there was nothing left, and he'd certainly done that with her last night.

  As gently as she could, she lifted his heavy, thick arm from around her body. But
he only groaned and pulled her tighter.

  Mine.

  It was like she could hear him saying it in his sleep, could feel his need to possess her even when he was unconscious. She nearly giggled it made her so damn happy. But as much as she loved being in his arms, she had to pee.

  She wiggled down the bed, getting a great view of his body as she did. His chest tapered into a sexy V at his hips that seemed to exist solely to showcase his enormous cock--which was already saying a warm hello to the morning. She remembered what it felt like inside her and longed to experience that delicious fullness again. She had an instinct to lick him awake, and decided she'd do exactly that when she returned.

  She finally made it to the end of the bed and scampered to the lavish bathroom. This suite was insane. She'd grown up with money, but this was different. It was hard to believe it was a hotel room at all. If she hadn't known from her research that Hudson lived in a huge, two-story penthouse apartment on Lake Michigan, she would have assumed this wasn't a hotel room, but one of the condos on the upper floors above the hotel. But having two lavish homes in the same city would have been ridiculous.

  She reached for the soap, only to find there was none. That was odd. The maids must have forgotten it when they cleaned the room last. But perhaps there was more stashed away somewhere. She opened a drawer, and saw it contained all sorts of things: an electric razor, shaving gel, an ear and nose hair trimmer, aftershave. And none of them were travel-sized.

  She opened the next drawer down and felt her stomach turn. Tampons. Ladies disposable razors. Fresh bars of soap. And five toothbrushes neatly arranged in their original packaging.

  What was this?

  She opened the last drawer and was nearly sick. It was full of sex toys. Dildos and ticklers and handcuffs and enough condoms to sheath an entire army.

  Please, no, she thought.

  She spotted a closet door and opened it. Inside hung exactly three suits: two tailored business suits and a single tuxedo. There was also a pair of jeans and a lone pullover sweater. All of it was sized for a man like Hudson.

  Realization hit her like a baseball bat.

  Hudson did own two homes in the city. And this one was exclusively for sex.

  She felt like such a fool. Had she really thought he meant it? Had she really thought she'd been special? This must be his routine. Hang out in the bar downstairs until a woman came along, then see how long it took to seduce her. She wondered how she stacked up, and knew it couldn't be favorable. It had been maybe an hour from the time they first spoke to the time he had her panting in the elevator like his lapdog. How humiliating.

  As quickly and quietly as she could, she gathered her things, dressed, and left.

  #

  Kay walked into her small, chilly apartment feeling exhausted. She kicked off the heels that were now torturing her feet and they clattered across the worn floorboards. In her pathetic haste to sleep with Hudson last night, she'd forgotten about her car. It had been parked on the street in a two-hour parking zone, and had been towed at some point over night. She'd been so angry with herself and the money she'd wasted that she'd refused to allow herself to take a taxi, and had walked two miles in the damned shoes, then taken a bus, then walked another mile in order to get home. She'd have to hunt down her car later--and use a precious portion of her dwindling savings to pay the fines. But for now, all she wanted was to crawl into her own bed and pull the covers over her head.

  That's when her phone started ringing.

  Dammit.

  It was only seven-thirty, which meant the person calling had to be her mother.

  She sank onto her futon and pulled her phone out of her purse, knowing her mom would just keep calling until she answered.

  "Hi, Mom," she said.

  "Where were you last night?" her mother asked. "Chase said you were supposed to have dinner, but you stood him up."

  "Really?" she said, annoyed. She didn't even want to know how her mother had managed to speak to Chase before eight in the morning.

  "I thought you agreed to give him another chance."

  "I waited for him for an hour, Mom. Then I left." That was the most she was telling her mom about the events of last night.

  "That can't be right. He said he was late, but that he'd called you and you didn't pick up."

  "He's lying, Mom. He always lies. It's sort of his thing."

  "Don't be so hard on him. He's made mistakes, that's true. But he's come clean. And I really think he's turning over a new leaf. You should see his face when he talks about you."

  "Are you finished?"

  "No. I'm not. And I don't appreciate your tone. That boy loves you. It's not something you should take for granted."

  "What's that supposed to mean?" Kay asked, her patience worn thin. "I'm some loser who isn't going to do any better?"

  "Oh, don't be so sensitive, Kay. I'm just saying that love doesn't come around very often. You're young now, so you don't know. Love seems like it's everywhere when you're young. But that doesn't last. And I don't want you to have regrets later in life."

  "Sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I didn't sleep well last night."

  "It's probably that apartment you're living in," her mother said. "I don't see why you don't just stay here. Your room is just how you left it. Your old job too."

  "Can we talk about something else, please? This particular conversation is getting old."

  "You're just like your father. You know that, right? Stubborn to the core, the both of you."

  "I've gotta go, Mom," Kay said.

  "All right. But I'm not hanging up until you say you'll give Chase another chance."

  "Fine," Kay sighed, not even knowing if she meant it. "If he calls me again, I'll give him another chance. But I doubt that's going to happen."

  "We'll see about that," her mom said in a singsongy, I-know-something-you-don't-know tone. Kay suddenly wondered if Chase was sitting at her mother's kitchen table right now. Dear lord. She wouldn't put it past either of them. "Oh, and don't forget about the thing on Friday. Wear something nice," her mom said.

  "Goodbye, Mom."

  "Goodbye, darling."

  Kay sighed as she hung up. Did she really just agree to see Chase again? The idea felt like a weight strapped to her chest in the middle of the ocean. If nothing else, Hudson had made her realize that there were better men in the world than Chase. Even if she could only have them for one night, maybe that was better.

  She opened her laptop and decided to do some snooping. Exactly how many women had been up to Hudson's little sex pad? She typed "Hudson Royce affair" into the Google search bar, and so many results came back she wanted to slam the lid closed immediately. Instead, she clicked on the first result.

  A picture of a stunning redhead filled the screen. Kay could barely look at how beautiful the woman was. She wouldn't be surprised if the woman was a model. Kay's eyes flitted to the middle of the article.

  "He's not an easy man to get close to," Felicity Edwards said of her affair with Royce. "Some have called him cold, though I wouldn't go quite that far. But he is very private. He never talks about himself." When asked about their love life, Edwards stated that she was bound by the terms of a Non-Disclosure Agreement and couldn't elucidate. In fact, this reporter heard the same statement from several other women Royce has been rumored to date. Each one declined to be interviewed at all, citing an NDA that prohibited it.

  An NDA? At least he hadn't asked her to sign one of those. Maybe that would have come with breakfast.

  But that wasn't the hardest part to read. He never talks about himself. Hadn't the same thing happened to her? What had she actually learned about him last night? Nothing. He had carefully kept the conversation focused on her. In fact, the minute she asked him about himself, he had made the comment about her underwear and they'd barely spoken to each other after that.

  Any shred of hope she had about being even a little bit special to Hudson drifted away.

&nbs
p; Her phone rang again and Chase's face lit up the screen. Kay sighed and answered.

  "Hello?" she said. It was too early for any of this.

  Chapter Six

  Hudson

  Hudson stretched awake, feeling for Kay but not finding her. In fact, the spot beside him had gone cold.

  "Kay?" he called into the expansive apartment. But no one answered.

  He got up. Surely she hadn't left without saying goodbye?

  But as he stared around the room, he saw that her things were gone. The undergarments that had been tossed aside in the heat of lovemaking were no longer scattered across his floor. The dress that had slipped to the floor beneath her gorgeous body was no longer lying in a heap at the foot of his bed.

  "Kay?" he called again, hoping against hope that she'd only dressed and was waiting for him somewhere. He wandered into the bathroom, but it was empty too.

  His phone bleated from the bedside, and he raced to answer it. Maybe it was her. But he instantly remembered that he hadn't given her his phone number yet. And she hadn't given him hers either. Dammit.

  His phone continued to ring, and he picked it up in irritation.

  "What?" he snapped.

  "Sir, I'm sorry to bother you," his chief security officer, Brady, said. "But we've had a breach at your home. Someone broke in."

  "At the lake house?" he asked in bewilderment. "Are my Aunt and Uncle okay?"

  "No, sir. At your apartment."

  That made no sense. He'd selected the apartment, and the condo here, partly because of their impeccable security. The apartment was fifty floors up, accessible by a private elevator that went only to his floor.

  "We don't know how they did it, sir. But they got past the security at the front desk and somehow past the elevator programming as well."

  "What's missing?" Hudson asked.

  "That's the thing, sir," Brady said. "They didn't take anything."

  "I don't understand."

  "We think--I think--this may have been planned as a personal attack, sir."

  "You think someone tried to kill me?" Hudson asked. It seemed unreal. There were plenty of people who were jealous of his success, but he'd run his business as ethically as possible. He had no enemies as far as he knew.