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“But what if he is doing this to someone else? Someone who doesn’t have the courage to leave like you did?”
That has my pulse stuttering as goosebumps pepper my skin.
“I hadn’t thought of that. But it’s only my word against his. He’s one of their top professors, and I’m just a scholarship kid.”
Hudson’s shoulders are rigid with tension as his eyes bore into mine with intention. “I will get everyone at that college fucking fired.”
I’m shaking my head as I respond, unable to process all this. “I know how frustrating, horrible, and sick it is. But I just can’t deal with it, with everything happening with Mom and work being so busy. Besides, it’s just me against him. I can’t win that battle.”
“It’s no longer just you, Lacy baby. You have me firmly in your corner. I’m here to support you with anything you need. I have access to the top lawyers, powerful people. I will make him pay. All I need is a name,” Hudson says, and I think about his words.
“He wants me to go back, do a face-to-face semester over the summer.” I huff a laugh because he might be aprofessor, but he is somewhat delusional if he thinks I will ever see him again.
“That’s so out of line. You do know none of it is your fault. He was preying on you. Hell, he still is, by the sounds of it. I want to bury him. Just give me a name. Just say the word.” He looks about ready to jump up off the sofa again and start calling the police himself.
“Let me think about it,” I say quietly, needing time to sit with my thoughts and get a handle on my emotions. I don’t want to dig up the past, but if there is another woman going through what I did, or even worse, then I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.
“But Hudson… please, promise me you won’t say or do anything? Promise me you won’t tell a soul, and if I decide to do something about it, I will come to you, and we can do it together. But promise you won’t do anything without me,” I almost beg him.
Hudson sighs as he looks at me, perplexed and obviously struggling, before he nods.
“I promise. I won’t do anything until you are ready.”
I nod, grateful to now drop the subject. But I’m relieved I told him. There is nothing between us now. He knows all of me, and I know all of him.
35
LACY
Imoan, feeling every inch of my sore muscles, but feeling well rested as the faint glow of light hits my eyes. It’s our last morning in New York before we fly back to the reality of Whispers, my body, mind, and heart having all reached new heights these past few days.
Hudson has not only delivered more orgasms than I thought possible, but he has treated me like a princess. Wining and dining me, he’s taken me out and about to enjoy some sights before curling up together each night. I told him all about my college reality and now there is nothing left that he doesn’t know. I feel lighter for sharing, but I would be lying if I said I felt totally relaxed. I’m still on edge, wondering when the next note or gift will come.
I crack open my eyes, the soft-pink glow of the morning shining in from Hudson’s bedroom windows. The same ones that look over Central Park in his amazing penthouse that I am not sure I ever want to leave.
“What are you doing?” I ask, seeing him perched up on an elbow, looking at me.
“Watching you sleep,” he says softly as his hand lazily skims up and down my bare skin, from my hips to my breasts and back again. As I wake, the movement sends pulses to my center and my body stretches in response.
“That’s not creepy or anything.” I giggle.
“Hmmm, back to teasing me again already.” Smirking, he leans forward and kisses me. “Good morning, baby,” he murmurs against my lips as his hand travels from my chest down my stomach.
“Morning, Doctor,” I say, smiling, but then gasp as his hand glides straight down to my center, his finger circling my clit.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, all the while his finger continues to circle, my body tingling beneath the touch.
“Hmmmmm… really good now…” I close my eyes on a moan, feeling warm all over.
“Does this make you feel good?” he asks as his tongue flicks my nipple, almost in time with his fingers.
“Yes,” I say breathily as he pulls the nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling while his finger moves a little faster.
“Good.” His lips drag to the other breast, doing the same thing, and I bite my bottom lip.
“Your fingers are made of magic,” I pant out. My heart thumps harder when he slips a finger inside and presses against that special spot that has me whimpering.
“Your body is perfection.” Kissing my breast, he molds the other one in his other hand, playing me like amusical instrument. It’s like he’s become a master of knowing exactly how to touch me.