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Here, on the Upper East Side, with uninterrupted views of Central Park, I had my staff pack the kitchen with food and stock the bar with whiskey and wine. I felt pride as I showed Lacy around my city home, watching her eyes alight with admiration for my high ceilings and polished finishes.
Now as the sun sets, I wait for her at my bar. Two fingers of Whiteman’s in my hand, I shoot off a few emails on my cell as she gets ready for our date. I had a team of stylists from Saks do some shopping, and I filled half of my closet with clothes for her because I wasn’t sure what she had brought with her. I had the second bedroom rearranged into a dressing room, so she had her own bathroom if she wanted and her own space to utilize. I have two other guest rooms, so it isn’t like I needed the bed.
My plan is to take Lacy out for dinner at a Michelin star restaurant. I know she loves food, and it’s one of the best in the city. So I ensured the stylist included some evening dresses, but also jeans and casual clothes for tomorrow. Victoria told me I needed options, so I did as Lacy’s friend said and practically purchased the entirestore. Her cell is here next to me, as is her purse and her lip gloss, and it vibrates, catching my attention. A number is on the screen, and it’s somewhat familiar, but I can’t place it as the ringing ends and goes to voicemail.
“Since you didn’t tell me where we’re going, I just picked a dress that I thought you would like.” Her voice penetrates through the quietness of my open-plan living room, and I look up, needing to grip on to the bar in front of me for stability at the sight.
“I think I need to cancel our reservation,” I murmur as I stand, throw back the remaining whiskey, then stride toward her.
“You don’t like it?” she asks, frowning, looking down at herself.
“On the contrary. I just don’t want any other man looking at you tonight, and in this dress, every pair of eyes in the city will be on you,” I tell her as my eyes travel down her body and back up as I come to stand in front of her. She looks fucking breathtaking. The dress compliments her feminine shape, highlighting the curves of her hips, her voluptuous breasts, and her amazing ass.
“I can change?” she asks, a slight tease in her tone, and my nostrils flare as I look at her face. Her skin is fresh and glowing, makeup minimal, except for some bright-red lipstick, which I want coating my cock later. Under the light, her eyes dazzle and hair shines, slicked back into a tight low bun at the nape of her neck.
“You look stunning, Lacy,” I tell her seriously, my voice deep as my eyes do another canvas of her body. The red satin dress is long, grazing the floor and skimming over her body like water. Held up by two thin straps overher shoulders, I can tell she isn’t wearing a bra, and I reach out, smoothing my hand up the soft fabric at her hips, not feeling any underwear underneath either.
“It isn’t really underwear friendly…” she whispers as I bow my head to meet hers, our noses almost touching.
“You are making it very hard for us to leave.” I hold back a groan as my fingers walk up the fabric at her upper thigh.
“If we don’t leave, we’ll be late…” Her breath quickens as my nose nudges hers, but I keep my lips just an inch away from her glossy red pout. My eyes stay pinned on hers as my fingers gather the soft fabric in my hand, lifting it up her leg.
“I have missed you this week, Lacy baby,” I croon as my fingers trail her warm skin, from her upper thigh to her hips, confirming she is not wearing anything under this dress.
“How much?” she teases, the warm breath of her words hitting my lips as they hover dangerously close to her own. I skirt my hand around the front of her hip to feel her bare pussy, and she whimpers at the soft touch.
“Just as much as you have missed me, it appears,” I murmur as I slide my finger along her folds, feeling her wetness. I spread it around as she grabs on to my forearms for balance.
“Hudson… the dress…” she warns, but I wrap my other hand around her waist to hold on to her, my fingers now circling her clit. My pants grow tighter, my dick now rock solid.
“Don’t move and the dress will be fine. Stay completely still, Lacy.” I circle her clit over and overagain, pulling breathy moans from her throat. Her forehead meets mine, her chest rising and falling more quickly.
“I can’t…” she pants, as she leans forward into my hold, and I squeeze her tight.
“You can. Stand still. Feel my fingers fucking you.” I push inside her warm center, first with one finger, then with two.
She moans, our eyes still pinned to each other, her panting, me gritting my teeth so hard they might crack.
“Fuck, I missed your pussy,” I growl, swallowing as my mouth waters just thinking about it. My palm moves, rubbing against her clit, my fingers thrusting at a slow, sensual rhythm.
“It missed you too…” she breathes out, and I feel her body starting to shake in my arms.
“This is just to take the edge off, baby, until we get home later,” I murmur, and I hear her take a sharp intake of breath as her head lolls back. She pants my name, gripping me tighter as I thrust harder and bring my lips to her ear. “I’m gonna make you come so hard you feel me for days.”
“Hudson!” she cries out, her mouth opening in the perfect red ‘O’ as she grinds down on my hand. As she shakes and pulses, I pinch her clit, relishing how she comes undone in my hands.
“That’s it… Good girl,” I purr as her head falls forward and meets my forehead again. She whimpers when I remove my hand and let her dress flutter to the floor, her eyes opening to look right into mine. Bringing my hand tomy mouth, I lick my fingers clean, watching a renewed hunger flare in her gaze.
“Now we are ready to go,” I tell her with a smile, one she returns, and we walk out of the penthouse down to my waiting town car, her steps a little unsteady and me with a raging hard-on.
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LACY
“So I’m guessing you love the dress?” I tease him as I hold his hand and step out of the car. This town car is luxurious, the driver in a proper suit, now parked right outside the restaurant. A small breeze skirts across my bare shoulders as Hudson hooks his fingers in mine and lifts my hand to his lips.
“I’m going to love it even more when I get to take it off you and see your beautiful body,” he murmurs against my skin, just loud enough for me to hear, and the heat I felt before is now back with full force. I was flushed moments ago in the car and tried to put myself back together as best I could after he brought me to an orgasm with his fingers. It was unexpected, hot as hell, and left me feeling more relaxed than any massage ever could.