Reagan was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Since Saturday had ended up going off the rails, she was going to spend the entire day with Hudson on Sunday. Falling asleep had not been in her plans, but she had to admit that it was really nice to wake up in Hudson’s bed. She stared at his face for a long time, enjoying the way he appeared so peaceful. She took her time reaching toward him, making contact with his bare chest and trailing her fingers around the warm skin. He opened his eyes on several blinks and smiled.

“Sorry I fell asleep,” she said. “I just haven't been sleeping lately.”

He ran a fingertip down her jawline to her chin. “It’s fine.”

“I should go in a bit.”

“Let me feed you first, okay?”

She liked the idea of him cooking for her. “Sure.”

Reagan sat at the table and watched as he moved around the room and threw together a quick meal. She beamed at him as he set the food on the table and joined her.

“I need to go back to being a model employee so I don’t have to be out on suspension longer than thirty days. We absolutely can’t be seen in public together until the end of the semester.”

She nodded as she helped herself to a piece of bread. “I understand. Honestly, if we see each other here when we’re able to, we won’t be so tempted to get in trouble in your office.”

“I hope not. I usually show much more restraint.” He chuckled a little. “Just wait until tomorrow, my dear.”

She paused with her glass halfway to her mouth, looking at him with raised brows. “What does that mean?”

His grin was devilish. “I haven’t shown you all my tricks. I think tomorrow calls for expanding your knowledge.”

She managed to finish her dinner without asking him what he meant, exactly.

It was now Sunday, and she felt as though she should have made him tell her explicitly what he had planned so she wouldn't be nervous. She wanted to put on something cute, but it was the dead of winter, which meant she would have to settle for layers and warmth. Gabby had left earlier to spend the day with her friends, so there was no one there to ask why she was stalling or notice how out of sorts she was acting. Reagan brushed her hair one more time, looked in the mirror for the tenth time, and left the room with a deep breath and a reminder that he had never done anything she didn’t like before.

Reagan discovered that she was more nervous about knocking on his door today than she had been the day before. But when he opened the door in a long sleeved tee and low-slung flannel pants, all she could do was stare at him as saliva pooled in her mouth.

“Coming in?” he asked her. She detected a note of smugness in his voice and shrugged casually.

“Yeah, of course.”

Reagan stepped over the threshold and set her purse on his hall table. She didn't know if he was interested in formalities at that point or not, but she just wanted to jump him where he stood. He looked so damn good.

“How are you this morning?” he asked.

Reagan smiled and relaxed at the easy look on his face. This was Hudson, not anyone to be nervous around. “I’m great.”

She took her coat off and watched him hang it in his closet. She realized that it felt way too right to be there with him, in his home, putting her coat in his closet like it was her home, too.

“You know, I have to stay in Maryland for the summer since I’ll be working.”

Hudson followed her to the living room and sat on the couch next to her. “Oh?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I talked to Luna about it and we’re trying to figure out how we can afford to live here together. She planned on going home, but she’d stay to help me out.”

He propped his elbow on the back of the couch and faced her. “I don’t think you need to make Luna stay here.”

“Well, there’s Davis, he already has a two-bedroom, but it would be a little odd. Not odd as in he’d hit on me, but odd—”

“You’re not living with another guy when you could just live here.”

She gave him a wide smile and blinked a few times. “I could?”

He sighed. “You knew I’d offer, didn't you?”

“I hoped.”

“Since your last class will be over, and I won’t be your professor, then there’s nothing wrong with it. What about your brother?”

Reagan looked down at her hands, fidgeting with them in her lap. “I’ve already mentioned to him that I’ll likely end up staying here in College Park. I guess we’ll have to figure out how to introduce you two.”

“That sounds like fun.” He grimaced.

She moved across the space between them and climbed onto his lap. He shifted, holding her hips as she straddled him. “We’ll figure it out. Now that I know you want me, we’ll work out the rest as it comes.”

“I always wanted you, Reagan, even knowing it’s against the rules.” He nipped her chin. “Always.”

With her arms wound around his neck, she leaned down to press her mouth to his. What she intended to be a simple caress morphed into a hard meeting of lips and tongues. He had a knack for devouring her, for making her feel wanton and needy. Her hips surged forward to meet his, thrilling at the feel of him so hard beneath her, and he groaned in her mouth. His touch streaked up her back and down again, pulling on her ass to bring her closer. She couldn't catch her breath, but she didn't care. She didn't want to stop kissing him for something as inconsequential as breathing. When Hudson eventually broke away to kiss his way down her throat, she gasped in air. He kneaded her ass and licked at her pulse, causing her to whimper.

“You make me feel gorgeous.”

“You are gorgeous.”

“Bedroom?”

He spoke against her throat. “Anything you want.”

“Just you.” She swung a leg off his lap so they could stand and yelped when he smacked her ass.

“Good thing.”

Reagan stopped in the doorway to his bedroom. The comforter and top sheet were not on the bed. She saw them folded on top of his dresser, next to a pile of fabric.

“What are you planning?” She looked at him over her shoulder.

Hudson stepped up behind her, sweeping her hair off her shoulder to kiss the side of her neck. “I told you yesterday that I would give you a taste of something new.”

Her legs trembled. “So you did.”

“You aren’t scared, are you?”

“Of you? No. Of the unknown? Yes.”

Hudson could feel the tremors running through her body. He touched her to ground her, to make her desire him and forget her fears. He trailed his fingers under the bottom of her sweater and along the skin of her waist, ran his tongue behind her ear, cupped her over the seam of her jeans. Her pelvis bucked toward his hand, and he whispered in her ear.

“I’m going to suck on every inch of your skin.” Her breathing was coming in harsh pants as he rubbed her pussy over and over. “I’m going to lay you out on my bed.” He ran the tip of his tongue around the shell of her ear. “I’m going to wrap my lips around your nipples, and then I’m going to bite them.” Moving his hands, he pinched both of her nipples until she was crying out. “And when your juices are dripping all over my sheet, I’ll consider sucking your clit until you scream my name.”

Shuddering in his arms, her knees weak, Reagan realized that she wanted everything he’d just said. “Please,” she begged.

“Get undressed, Reagan.”

Without looking back at him, she pulled her sweater over her head, followed by her bra, her jeans, and her underwear. She stood at the foot of his bed and finally turned to face him. He’d taken off his shirt but not his pants, and he was holding the fabric she’d seen on his dresser. It dawned on her that it was neckties as he ran his fingers over them.

“Is it all right with you if I tie your wrists to the headboard?”

She could clearly see his erection pulling at the crotch of his pants, and she was pretty sure she would agree to anything he wanted right about then. “Yes.” She punctuated her reply with a rapid nod of her head.

He approached her, and she looked up at his face as he drew near. He kissed her softly, sucking on her lower lip before releasing her mouth. “On the bed, Reagan.”

“Yes, sir.”

It was instinct that had her calling him sir, and she was rewarded with a loud moan of desire that she felt rumble through his chest.

When she was laid out on his bed he sat on one side near her head. He took her closest hand in his and raised it up and to the side. Reagan tilted her head back to watch what he was doing, finding him tying the tie to the slat in the headboard before wrapping the other end around her wrist and tying it off. He went around to her other side and repeated the process before going back to the foot of the bed. He stared at her long enough that she grew flushed from his scrutiny.

“You are, without a doubt, the hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

She squirmed, realizing her limitations with her hands tied.

He knelt on the end of the bed and touched each of her ankles with his hands. He kept his caresses light as he moved up to her calves, swirled his thumbs behind her knees, and finally reached her thighs. He didn't touch her pussy, and she raised her hips to encourage him as his eyes locked on hers. Instead of giving her what she wanted, he climbed all the way onto the mattress and hovered over her. She felt his erection press into her stomach through his thin pants as he settled between her legs.

“I told you I was going to show attention to your fantastic tits first.”

He lowered his head and flicked his tongue across one nipple. She gave a short cry as he reached to tweak the other one. When he used his teeth she shouted his name and tried to squeeze her thighs together. She only succeeded in rubbing against his cock, but it still gave her a jolt of pleasure. Hudson spent several minutes kissing and sucking on her skin, pushing her tits together and licking both nipples at once. Her cries turned to incoherent pleas as she tried to convince him to make her come.

“Someday soon, I’m going to put my cock right here between your tits and fuck them until I cum all over your face.”

Reagan looked into his eyes and found that they were blazing for her. She was on fire, her entire body a flimsy piece of paper and his words a lit match. “You’ve got to touch me, Hudson. Please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“You want me to touch you here?” He lifted off her, cupping his palm over her pussy, his fingers curling just the slightest so that she could feel him. “You’re so wet, Reagan.”

“God, yes.” She wasn't above begging, and she was sure she was going to die from the need that had built up so high.

“And it’s all for me.”

With difficulty, she met his gaze again. Her eyes wanted to close against the onslaught of desire, but she looked at him and bit her lip the way she knew drove him crazy. “I want a taste, sir.”

He growled deep in his throat and brought his thumb to her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him, tasting herself and moaning a little. ”I need you so badly.”

“You have me.” Hudson dropped his head to suck on her neck and went back to teasing her with his palm. “I’m right here.”

“Fuck me, Hudson.” She cried out as he grazed her clit. “Oh, please!”

He chuckled at her neediness. “Soon enough.”

Reagan pulled on her restraints, realizing that he meant to torture her with pleasure for his own satisfaction. “No, now!”

Hudson kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth and two of his fingers in her pussy. She screamed a little into his mouth at the feelings that were only building higher. If he didn't touch her clit and let her come, she was going to . . . well, she didn't know what she was going to do. He had all the control.

He pulled away entirely, and she groaned in frustration. He didn't waste any time using his mouth on her skin, marking her neck and upper chest as he sucked and bit at her flesh. He paid attention to her nipples, pinching and biting as she chanted yes over and over. Every touch to her nipples caused an answering clench in her pussy that sent her to the edge of insanity. With his hands on either side of her body, he moved down, swirled his tongue around her navel, and finally settled with his face between her legs. At the first brush of his beard on the inside of her thigh, she arched her pelvis toward his face.

“Your pussy is so perfect, Reagan.”

“Oh, my god, then touch it, please.”

He grinned at her impatience. “I will.”

Reagan groaned. “I don't think you will. I think you’re going to taunt me and leave me here dripping for you. You’re not even going to fuck me, are you? You’re going to jack off—” Her rant was cut off on a long moan as Hudson licked her pussy from bottom to top.

“If you're not careful, I’ll be gagging you next.”

“You can gag me with your cock any time, sir.”

He was already on the brink of coming in his pants, and hearing her say that sent him dangerously close to the edge. He gave the outside of her thigh a swat. “If you want me coming all over my pants instead of inside you, keep that up.”

She bit her lip and looked down to see him spreading her open and flicking his tongue over her. Her breath came out on a gust of air, and he finally gave her what she wanted. He sucked on her clit until she was writhing beneath him and screaming out his name.

He couldn't take it for one more second. He’d intended on taking his sweet time, giving her multiple orgasms, but he was so hard and aching for her that he gave up. He stood long enough to strip off his pants and climbed over her quaking body. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she watched him line up and push inside her.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her body a live wire pulsing with need.

“Jesus.” He dropped his head to the pillow and tried to gain his bearings so he wouldn't come simply from being buried in her hot pussy. “There’s no better feeling than being balls deep inside you, Reagan.”

She wanted nothing more than to shove her fingers in his hair and pull his mouth to hers, but she couldn't even touch him. “Kiss me,” she pleaded.

He obliged her, kissing her with searing intensity as his cock pulsed with the need to move inside her. He pulled out and slammed all the way back in, making her catch her breath on a whimper. There was no gentle loving the way he’d started out the day before. He was going to fuck her as furiously as his body would allow before he exploded.

“I love the way you stretch me with your huge cock.”

There was no way he was going to last. She was driving him insane, and the pace he’d set was meant to make them both come. He pushed and pulled, harder, faster, pumping into her with a snap of his hips every time. She encouraged him with her thighs squeezing him closer when he thrust into her. Reagan felt like she desperately wanted to come again, like it was right there just out of her reach.

“Oh, yeah, fill me up, Hudson. Cum in my pussy until it’s overflowing.”

Hudson closed his eyes, feeling the tightening in his balls that was about to send him over the edge. “I love your dirty talk, Reagan.”

He moved erratically, feeling her inner muscles tightening as she neared another release. He didn't know if he could even keep himself in check long enough for her to achieve that second orgasm, but she was clearly close. He shifted to his knees and stopped, ignoring her whimpered protest as he spread her lips with one hand and worked her clit with the other.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”

When her muscles contracted around him, he pushed all the way back in and came on the second thrust as she clamped down on his cock. He sprawled over her, completely spent.

“I guess I need to untie you now, huh?” he said several minutes later.

All Reagan could manage was a hum in response. He looked up from his position with his head next to hers and gave a one-handed tug to the knot that had tightened around her wrist. He worked it free before moving to the other one. When she lowered her arms and wrapped them around his back, he kissed her nose and then her mouth.

“Don't move.”

“As though I could,” she murmured.

He left her on the bed momentarily and came back with a bottle of water and a tube of lotion. After asking her to sit up, he rubbed the lotion on her wrists as he kissed her softly. She felt drunk in the aftermath of her pleasure.

Reagan realized as he cared for her that they were going to be just fine together. “We’re going to be okay, aren't we, Hudson?”

Hudson smiled at her after one last peck to her cheek. “We’re going to be great, baby.”