Fixed on You

Neither. I was attracted to him because he’s hot. Though, I stayed with him because he’s fucking awesome in bed.

I’m drawn to you, Alayna. Not because I want to hurt you or make you feel a certain way, but because you’re beautiful and sexy and smart and, yes, a little crazy, maybe, but you’re not broken. And that makes me hopeful. For me.

I will continue to seduce you. I’m a man who gets what he wants. And I want you.

The magnitude of your importance in my life can’t be put into words.

This, precious. This is for real.

Have you ever gotten to know a woman – nonsexually? Besides from a background check?” “Not on purpose.” His answer was quick and honest. And it pissed me off. “Hudson, you’re kind of an asshole.” “So I’ve been told.

I never pay for sex, Alayna. When I fuck you, it will be for free.

Because you’re looking for something temporary. Something fun to play with.” I leaned even closer to deliver my punch line—the one that would deter even the horniest of men. “And I get attached.” I stood back up to my full height so I could take in his reaction. “Now doesn’t that just scare you shitless?

I apologize for overwhelming you. That wasn’t my intent. But I want you to know that whether or not you decide to help with my situation, I will continue to seduce you. I’m a man who gets what he wants. And I want you.

It was how he looked at me, in a way that no man had ever looked at me, a hungry possessiveness present in his stare as if he not only had undressed me in his mind, but had claimed me to be sated by no one ever again except him.

If there is no struggle, there is no progress.

Anger flashed in Hudson's eyes. He grabbed my upper arms and yanked me toward him until my face was only inches from his. "Leaving you that morning was the hardest fucking thing I've done in a long time," he hissed. "Don't treat it lightly.

I've never been your boss, Alayna. If anything, you're the one who owns me.

I moved around the couch and started to dig through his piles in search of the device. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable at a table?” Without looking at me his lips curved slightly as he said, “I wanted to be near you.” His answer surprised me. The other men in the room weren’t paying attention to us. He hadn’t said it for them. He’d meant it.

I want you hear because I can't bear it when you're not. I want you here because I want you with me - always.

Hudson?” I asked softly, hoping he didn’t see the full extent of my adoration in just the speaking of his name. “Yes, precious?” “You aren’t really an ass**le.” He brought one finger to his mouth. “Shh. You’ll ruin my reputation.

Fuck!” I cried, unable to bear another climax, unable to live without it.

Alayna,” his voice flowed over me like liquid sex. “I’ve got you.” I’ve got you. Boy, did he.

I'm all yours, H. Every time.

You’re not going to break me, Hudson. I thought you might, at first. Turns out you make me better. And I think I do the same for you.” “You do.” “If you decide to not…” I searched for how to say what I meant. “Follow through…with whatever this is that we have, it will hurt. But I won’t be broken.” “But it would hurt?” “Like a motherfucker.” “Then we better follow through.” He drew me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Alayna, you’re fired. You can’t be my pretend girlfriend anymore.” His face grew serious. “Be my real girlfriend instead.” Joy swept through me in a dizzying rush. “I kind of think I already am.” “You are.” “Can I still call you H?” “Absolutely not.” He turned his mouth to meet mine and kissed me with lips sweet and tender, but passionate all the same.

from earlier orgasms. He was slow and steady with his pace, less rough than he often tended to be, his usual sex talk absent. But, because of the things we’d shared, his measured thrusts felt raw, more intent on