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stride. “When I’m here it’s usually for meetings in the boardroom.” His tongue darted out to lick his lips. “Nothing requiring . . . privacy.”
    “And now?” she asked. Her voice was breathy and needy.
    “Now . . .” He stretched his arm out and her heart pounded in anticipation. But instead of touching her, he merely reached behind her. She heard a lock engage with a faint click. “Now I need this.” In a heartbeat he took her mouth in a bruising kiss, his fingers threading into her hair as he pushed her up against the door. She moaned when she felt the urgent press of his erection straining against her core, and her lips parted, allowing his tongue to slide fast and hot over hers.
    Groaning, Hudson pulled away just long enough to speak. “It fucking killed me to be without you last night.” His lips moved with hers again and his hands slid down the column of her throat, across her shoulders, and to her breasts, pausing to brush his thumbs across her taut nipples before smoothing over her waist and the curve of her hips. “I can’t keep my hands off you. I need to feel you.” He flexed against her and a warm rush of desire flooded her core. “I need to be inside you.”
    A whimper escaped her lips. “Yes,” she said, breathing hard and trembling with need. “Please . . .”
    With that he bent low and lifted her, hooking her legs around his waist. He carried her to the couch, where he laid her out lengthwise along the cushions, then lowered himself so his body loomed over hers. Allie wasted no time reaching for his fly, her eager fingers jerking his belt loose before yanking his zipper down to free his throbbing erection.
    Hudson reared back, pulling her panties down and over her stilettos. “Definitely leaving these on.” Curling his fingers around one ankle, he spread her open, placing her foot on his shoulder. His eyes darkened as his gaze dropped to where she was wet and aching for him. With one finger he traced her quivering entrance. “You’re soaked for me, baby. So swollen and slick.”
    The pad of his thumb stroked over the top of her sex as his middle finger slipped inside her. Allie’s back arched off the coach as he eased out, then back in with a second finger, preparing her for what would no doubt be a fast and furious ride.
    “Don’t make me wait, Hudson,” she panted. “I’m ready.”
    He claimed her mouth again, his tongue filling her with a deep, searing stroke as he pushed into her on a single thrust. The dual assault was overwhelming. She moaned and her hips lifted, trying to get more of him inside her.
    “That’s it, take me. Take all of me.” Hudson’s neck chorded with strain as he pulled back and thrust again, forcing his way deeper as her body clenched around him.
    Instinct took over and she began to move with him, her hands clawing at his hair and down his back.
    “Christ, Allie, you feel so good.” His voice was rough, carnal, and as desperate as the moment between them. “It’s like you were made to fuck me.”
    “You. Only you.” And it was true. No one had ever affected her the way Hudson did. Her reaction to him was more than physical; it was raw and primal and as essential as the air she breathed. He was what she needed, what she craved.
    The couch thumped against the wall as Hudson powered into her with slick, relentless drives. Over and over he took her—harder, faster, deeper—fucking her like a man possessed until her core began to spasm.
    “Come for me,” he growled. “Give me what’s mine.”
    “I love you,” she gasped as the sweet release of her orgasm rolled through her.
    Hudson’s head dropped on a groan and his body jerked, driving to the hilt one last time as he came deep inside her. “I love you, too,” he said, his breath gusting harsh against her ear. His broad palm smoothed down her thigh and carefully lowered her leg.
    Allie wrapped her arms around him and her eyes drifted shut. They lay like that for long moments,