Found in You (Page 23)

Found in You (Fixed #2)(23)
Author: Laurelin Paige

“I need to be inside you. Otherwise, I’ll be uncomfortably hard and unable to concentrate on business.”

I closed my eyes and let my mind fill with his dirty plans. “Then I shall be waiting at five-thirty.”

“Be ready for me.”

“I will be.” I had an appointment with another event planner, but it was scheduled for four. Plenty of time. “I should be done with my appointments by five.”

“When I said ready, I meant that I want you wet.”

“Oh. Well, I’m sure that won’t be a problem.” It never was where Hudson was concerned, especially when he exerted his alpha male persona. “But maybe you can send me some dirty texts on your way to help heighten the mood.”

“I’m sure that could be arranged.”


It was ten minutes before Hudson was supposed to arrive when he sent his first text, and honestly, by that time I’d forgotten to expect it. So when my phone buzzed that I’d received it, I read it without preparing myself. Which was a mistake.

“I’m craving the taste of your pu**y on my lips.”

“Everything okay?” David had arrived a few minutes before and my shock at Hudson’s message must have read across my face.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’m…just…”

A second text buzzed through before I could finish my thought. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. Your pu**y. How it feels, how it tastes, how it smells.”

Followed by a third. “And the sounds you make when I’m touching you and eating you.”

My body felt warm. “Uh, Hudson’s on his way,” I managed. “I didn’t realize it was already so late.”

“Then better get wrapped up. Don’t want to leave the boss waiting.”

I internally cringed at David’s reference to Hudson as the boss—Hudson hated that—then sent a quick text reply. “I’m already wet.” Nothing had ever been truer.

I’d only had time to shut my laptop and stand from the couch where I’d been working before his next message came through.

“I’m hard for you, too. So hard it hurts.”

I turned away from David, fearful he could guess the gist of my text conversation if I didn’t hide my face. “What will you do to me when you’re with me?”

Hudson’s response came quickly, but I waited until I’d packed away my laptop in my computer bag before reading what he had to say.

“First I’ll spank you for teasing me with talk of other men.”


“Come outside and find out.”

“You’re here? You came early.” Thank god I’d already finished my work. I was suddenly desperate to see Hudson, glad that I could leave immediately.

“Have a good night, David,” I said, barely paying attention to his response as I left the office, reading Hudson’s next text as I walked.

“No. I’m f**king hard as stone for you, but I won’t come early.” His next text came before I had a chance to respond. “Get out here.”

Computer bag on my shoulder, purse tucked away inside it, I was practically running, stopping only to text one quick word. “Coming.”

I waited until I was about to step out of the club to read his final reply. “Yes. You will be.”

I shielded my eyes as I walked into the sunlight and saw Jordan standing with the door of the car open. Not just any car—a limo.

I raised a surprised brow as I approached. “Fancy ride.” Maybe I should have insisted on going home to change. I was definitely not dressed for black tie.

Jordan nodded but offered no explanation.

I poked my head in the back of the car and shrieked as Hudson’s strong arms pulled me, belly down, across his lap. His hand was under my skirt fondling my rump before Jordan had the door shut behind me.

“Well, hello to you, too,” I purred under his caress.

He gathered the material of my dress up around my waist, exposing my thong-wearing ass cheeks. “The fancy ride is merely for privacy. No one should witness the things I intend to do to you on the way to our event.”

Craning my neck to see his face, I asked, “And what, pray tell, do you intend to do?”

“First, this.” His hand came down hard on my bottom, and I gasped. Hudson had swatted me before, but spanking—this was new. And it was hot.

I was vaguely aware that the car hadn’t moved yet when his hand came down again even harder this time. “One for each time you teased me about other men today,” he said.

It suddenly felt very Dominant/submissive to me—like something I’d read about in a trashy romance novel where the billionaire alpha hero got off on whips and chains. Though Hudson was definitely domineering, and the spanking was a nice treat, I was pretty sure it wasn’t a lifestyle either of us planned to explore any deeper. It was too base of a form of control for Hudson—he preferred his domination with a heavy dose of manipulation. At least, according to what I knew about his past.

But role-playing—that was a different thing entirely and likely up Hudson’s alley. I decided to test it out. In an affected meek voice, I said, “Thank you, sir. Thank you for the spanking.”

Hudson laughed. “Do you need another one for mocking me?”

Either he wasn’t getting it or he wasn’t into it. I tried my submissive tone again. “I’m not mocking, sir. I enjoy my punishment, if it pleases you.”

“Oh, we’re playing that game, are we?” And the light bulb goes on. “In that case, another one because it pleases me.” He spanked me again, the slapping sound such a turn on that I squirmed in his lap. “And another for the secret you’ve been keeping.”

My breath caught. We were playing a game. He couldn’t be serious. Still, dread gathered in my belly at the thought of things he might have found out. “What secret is that, sir?”

“That you enjoy being spanked. I can smell how wet you are from here.”

A combination of relief and arousal washed over me. “Yes, sir. I do.”

His finger slipped past the small triangle of material at my crotch and inside my cunt. “Yes, you certainly do. You’re dripping.”

His hand retreated and he spanked me once more, rubbing away the sting before sitting me upright next to him. Then he reached over to grab the seatbelt and pull it across me. “I insist you buckle up while we’re driving. I have to protect what’s mine.”