Filthy Boss

I backed away from him, and walked into the icy water. All that I could see was his dark shadowy frame on the beach when I turned around again.

“Why don’t you join me?” I called.

“That's not the arrangement.”

“I'm making a new one.”

I walked back out of the water, put my hands around his chiseled face, and I pulled him into my lips. It felt like fire was running through my veins.

Hudson James had bought me. But what he didn't realize was, I owned him.

Chapter Twelve

Silk sheets brushed against my skin. He pulled the fabric tighter around my wrists.

His lips gently touched the side of my ear. “Tell me you want this.”

There was no denying what I wanted.

Hudson had taken me back to the cottage and carried me up to his room. It was even larger and grander than the one I was staying in. There were dark blue satin sheets, covering a California king. A dark leather headboard and matching footboard made it look even larger.

He laid me down gently on the bed, peppering light kisses down my neck and arm. When he reached my hand, he sucked on my fingers one at a time. I groaned with want.

I wanted Hudson. I needed him.

He moved back up to my neck. “I need to tell you something.”

“Anything.”

“I relish in control.”

I wasn’t sure where he was going. But somehow I knew I was going with him.

He loosened his tie. “Put your arms above your head.”

I simply nodded, and placed my hands together on the pillow. He wrapped his tie around my wrists, and pulled it tight. He moved down to my capris; I had put them on at the beach after getting out of the water. Hudson had packed an extra set of clothes. He had thought of everything.

Slowly, he dragged a finger along the top of my pants. He dipped it under the tight fabric occasionally, teasing me.

“I will have you,” he murmured against my skin. His breath felt hot against my skin.

“Then take me.” I was willing to be his. I didn’t care how.

“There are rules. Things you should know.”

My hands were tied about my head. I knew there had to be some rules. “Tell me.”

He pushed my tank top up on one side, and allowed his lips to linger on the side of my stomach. “I'm no good for you.”

“That's not a rule.”

He looked up at me, and I was drawn into his eyes. “You're right. But it's the truth, and it's something you should know. I don't know how to love someone.”

“I'm not looking for love.”

“So, this is enough for you?”

“If you fulfill my needs, lust will be enough.”