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I can’t stop staring, though.

And I can’t make my feet move, can’t find the strength to turn around and slip from the room, leaving him to his…private time.

And Hudson stares right back, eyes devouring me, dragging over the bare expanse of my legs, gliding up and I swear I feel phantom fingers parting the material of my robe, tracing between my thighs, over my belly, drifting along the hard buds of my nipples.

Then he seems to process what he’s doing.

What I’m doing (which, for the record, is staring at his powerfully muscled body like it’ll be even tastier than Jade’s dessert).

He releases his dick, reaches for a pillow.

“Don’t.”

The word is torn out of me, raspy and guttural and so filled with need that my pussy throbs, moisture gathering between my legs, soaking the gusset of my shorts.

That same need finally has my feet unsticking—spinning around.

But I don’t leave.

I close the door then spin back, watching his eyes flare at the soft snick.

He doesn’t speak as I shore up my courage, give in to what I want.

What I need.

He said my name.

He—

I stop thinking, can’t allow myself to think too deeply—otherwise, I’ll lose every bit of courage I’ve managed to cobble together.

I sidestep the mess, take a breath, and approach the bed. It’s only when I put one knee on the mattress that he seems to unstick.

“What are you doing, princess?” he murmurs as I straddle his thick thighs, his hands immediately settling on my hips.

They don’t push me away.

They hold me steady.

My heart pulses, need mixing with affection—holding me steady.

Why do I feel as though he’ll always do that?

Not hurting me. Not making me feel small. But, rather, supporting and bolstering and trusting in me and my decisions…even if they end up with a mess on the floor.

Then again, he doesn’t seem to mind a mess.

Or cleaning one up.

Banana pudding. Sprinkles and whipped cream.

Po-tay-to. Po-tah-to.

“What am I doing?” I ask, smoothing a hand down his chest.

“Yeah, princess.” His hands tighten slightly, and I shiver, the fabric of my robe parting.

His gaze drops to the triangle of flesh that’s been revealed and heat fills my belly, spreads out from my center.