Found in You(41)

“I’m craving the taste of your * on my lips.”

“Everything okay?” David had arrived a few minutes before and my shock at Hudson’s message must have read across my face.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’m…just…”

A second text buzzed through before I could finish my thought. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. Your *. How it feels, how it tastes, how it smells.”

Followed by a third. “And the sounds you make when I’m touching you and eating you.”

My body felt warm. “Uh, Hudson’s on his way,” I managed. “I didn’t realize it was already so late.”

“Then better get wrapped up. Don’t want to leave the boss waiting.”

I internally cringed at David’s reference to Hudson as the boss—Hudson hated that—then sent a quick text reply. “I’m already wet.” Nothing had ever been truer.

I’d only had time to shut my laptop and stand from the couch where I’d been working before his next message came through.

“I’m hard for you, too. So hard it hurts.”

I turned away from David, fearful he could guess the gist of my text conversation if I didn’t hide my face. “What will you do to me when you’re with me?”

Hudson’s response came quickly, but I waited until I’d packed away my laptop in my computer bag before reading what he had to say.

“First I’ll spank you for teasing me with talk of other men.”

“Then?”

“Come outside and find out.”

“You’re here? You came early.” Thank god I’d already finished my work. I was suddenly desperate to see Hudson, glad that I could leave immediately.

“Have a good night, David,” I said, barely paying attention to his response as I left the office, reading Hudson’s next text as I walked.

“No. I’m f*cking hard as stone for you, but I won’t come early.” His next text came before I had a chance to respond. “Get out here.”

Computer bag on my shoulder, purse tucked away inside it, I was practically running, stopping only to text one quick word. “Coming.”

I waited until I was about to step out of the club to read his final reply. “Yes. You will be.”

I shielded my eyes as I walked into the sunlight and saw Jordan standing with the door of the car open. Not just any car—a limo.

I raised a surprised brow as I approached. “Fancy ride.” Maybe I should have insisted on going home to change. I was definitely not dressed for black tie.

Jordan nodded but offered no explanation.

I poked my head in the back of the car and shrieked as Hudson’s strong arms pulled me, belly down, across his lap. His hand was under my skirt fondling my rump before Jordan had the door shut behind me.

“Well, hello to you, too,” I purred under his caress.

He gathered the material of my dress up around my waist, exposing my thong-wearing ass cheeks. “The fancy ride is merely for privacy. No one should witness the things I intend to do to you on the way to our event.”

Craning my neck to see his face, I asked, “And what, pray tell, do you intend to do?”

“First, this.” His hand came down hard on my bottom, and I gasped. Hudson had swatted me before, but spanking—this was new. And it was hot.

I was vaguely aware that the car hadn’t moved yet when his hand came down again even harder this time. “One for each time you teased me about other men today,” he said.