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Chapter 26

"Are you going to tell me where you're taking me?" Briar whines as she looks out the window as we drive past the buildings in Atlanta. "I feel like after the past few weeks, the least you could do is not keep secrets. My little heart can't take it."

Bringing her hand to my lips, I press a kiss to it. "Oh, cut it out. Trust me, something tells me this is a surprise you'll be okay with."

"No such thing exists." She groans. "All surprises are awful and should be banned from life."

When I swing my head toward hers in question, she shrugs. "Don't ask. Childhood issues."

Taking a right, I drive toward the parking garage, stopping to flash my badge by the small gate. Within seconds, it opens, and we're parking in a damn near empty lot.

"Are we at your work?" she asks, itching to get any information out of me because the girl hates surprises.

I push the door open, but I look at her before getting out. "Trust me, Dove. Okay?"

She stares at me for a moment before throwing her head back against the headrest. "Calling me Dove and that face? It should be illegal." Sitting back up, she narrows her eyes, pointing her finger toward my face. "It's annoying—the way you look and how you say that stupid four-letter word."

"What word?" I play dumb, raising an eyebrow.

"Not going to say it. But it has wings, it likes to flap, and it's known to look for crumbs and shit on people in the park."

"That would be a pigeon," I deadpan. "And I'm not that good at spelling, but that'd be six letters."

"They are literally the same thing—dove and pigeon. There is no difference besides color and size," she tosses back. "And when you call me that, it makes my brain turn to mush. And suddenly, I'm that girl."

"What girl is that?" I ask, jerking my chin up.

"The one who goes all doe-eyed and whose insides turn into an undercooked chocolate chip cookie!" she groans. "I want to be a badass. Not a ball of cookie dough!"

"Sweetheart, I promise you, you are the most badass woman I've ever met." I wink before stepping out of my truck and closing the door.

Heading to her side, I reach my hand up to open the door, but she pushes it open before I can.

"You shouldn't be pulling on my door, Mr. Hale." She jumps down, looking at me. "You are still recovering. The doctor said nothing strenuous right now."

"It's a door," I say evenly, knowing damn well I'm healed enough to do whatever the hell I want now. And knowing, in a matter of minutes, I'll be doing something a lot more strenuous than opening a door when I'm balls deep inside of her. "I think I can handle a door."

"If you say so," she singsongs, walking beside me.

Heading toward the parking garage doors that go into the huge brick building, I press my hand to the small of her back and lead her into the building where my office is located.

A few people are here, but it's fairly quiet compared to normal, making it the perfect time to bring Briar here for one reason alone.

The picture she drew of me fucking her on that desk? I'm going to make it a reality. Well, sort of. Only now, it's my desk. Not fuckstick Enzo's.

After he shows me around the large place where he works out of, we head up a flight of stairs and down a hallway. Stopping at one of the doors, he turns the handle and pushes it open.

"This is me. After you," he says softly, and I stroll past him, looking around.

There's nothing here that would give me any indication it's his. No pictures. Nothing. And when I hear the door closing and locking, I turn and see Hudson watching me. The look in his eyes is similar to the first night we crossed that line. When he told me to touch myself in front of him … and I did. And then he ended up covering my ring with his cum, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

He's kept that predatory look hidden since before he was forced to leave Italy. It was almost as if he was scared to show it to me because he thought Enzo was already putting me through enough of that. But when Hudson looks at me like that … every part of my body warms. And between my legs tingles and my heart skips a damn beat.

Suddenly, it's really hot in here.

Pulling the blinds on the huge windows that look out at the hallway, he wastes no time bringing his eyes back to mine. "I told you I was going to make that drawing come true. And when it comes to you, Dove, I want to be a man of my word."

Slowly, I lean my ass against his desk, pulling in a breath. "R-really?" I whisper. "Here?"

Swiftly, he takes a few strides toward me, and he's all up in my space. "Fuck yes, here. Because this is my desk. Not that fucking coward's. And he didn't deserve to have this sweet, perfect pussy dripping on a surface that belonged to him." Gripping my chin, he leans in, kissing me roughly. "It might not be exactly like the drawing, Dove. But I promise, I'll let you ride my cock just the same."

My knees feel weak, but then I remember … he's still recovering. "Hudson," I hiss. "You—we can't do that! You're healing. Do you not remember what the doctor told you?"

When he leans forward, I feel his erection brush against me, and it becomes unbearably difficult not to drop to my knees and pleasure him the way I've thought about for so long. Since the night he left, I haven't gotten to touch him like that. And to avoid the risk of jumping his bones since we've been back, knowing he's not supposed to do anything strenuous, specifically sex, per the doctor's orders, I've made sure not to kiss him too long. Or do anything else that would make me want him more.

"Sweetheart, you know how I told you I was running errands this morning?" he rumbles lightly. "I was actually at the doctor, getting a checkup."

"Why wouldn't you just tell me that?" I grit my teeth together as my jaw tenses. "You know I don't like secrets!"

His hand slides to my cheek, and he pushes it into my hair. The small amount of force from such a big man has me stumbling back the slightest bit, my ass landing on the edge of his desk.

"I'm sorry. To be honest, I was nervous he was going to tell me something wasn't healed. Or worse, that I needed another surgery."

I gaze up at him, suddenly feeling shy. "So, you're all healed then. Like … you can go hike a mountain if you want?"

"The only mountain I'm climbing is you, sweetheart," he drawls, his lips turning up from humor.

"That was extremely cheesy," I say before reaching down and unzipping my hoodie. "But I've waited weeks for this day. So, bring it on."

"One thing I can't stop thinking about is how much you gave up when you were in Italy." He grips my hair lightly. "Your hair. Your freedom. Fuck, even your voice, Briar, was minimized."

Tugging his shirt above his head, he tosses it to the floor. "As much as I want to make that drawing come true, I want something more." Reaching down, he unbuttons his jeans, but doesn't push them down. "I keep thinking how you deserve, more than anything, to be in charge. To take what you want and nothing less."

Leaning forward, he captures my mouth with his and kisses me before sliding his hands down my body and cupping my ass. Spinning me around, he trades places with me, so now, it's him leaning on the desk.

"You don't talk much about everything that happened over there. And you avoid conversations about Enzo and how it all ended. But I know it gets to you." His voice grows thicker. "I know that because sometimes, you cry in your sleep."

Blood rushes to my cheeks. I've had countless nightmares since everything went down weeks ago, but I didn't think he knew. I didn't want him to either because he's been healing and I didn't want to pile on. After all, I was very fortunate not to get shot.

"I'm okay," I whisper, trying to assure him.

There's a slight shake of his head, and his beautiful eyes roam my face. Searching, but I'm not sure what for.

"I think you want to always be strong because you're afraid I can't handle someone else's pain. Or maybe because you think there's no room for your hurt in my life." His arms wrap around my body as he leans against his desk. "We both know what it's like to walk through hell and still find our way back. But you have to let me in the way I've let you in. All right?" Through my shirt, I feel his heart beating against mine. Pulling back, he looks down at me. "Take back control, Briar. Use my body and take back all that's been taken from you."

He hasn't taken from me. He's given. But the world has stolen so much.

Taking my hand, he slowly runs my palm down his abdomen, stopping at the band of his briefs. "Use me, baby. Take it all out on me. I can take it." Kissing me again, he keeps his palm against my cheek. "Because I'm healed. Now … let me heal you."

I know it's not his fault. None of it was. But if that's what he wants … I am going to give it to him. I let my zip-up hoodie fall from my shoulders and onto the ground before I peel my tank top off. Hudson reaches for my jeans, but I swat his hand away.

"I'm in control, remember?" I drop to my knees, yanking his jeans down further. "And before I fuck you, I want to taste your dick first."

It should feel weird or unnatural. But right now, I just feel powerful as this giant, tattooed man submits to me, keeping quiet.

I shove his jeans and boxers down, and his length springs out. So painfully hard as veins bulge out throughout the entire length, begging for me to lick him. I take him into my mouth, rocking forward on my legs and keeping my tongue cupped around him. Letting him fall out, I stop at his head and swipe at the bit of saltiness that has already begun to bead at the tip.

"Mmm," I moan, gazing up at him.

I know he's probably dying to reach out and touch me, but he doesn't. He doesn't jerk his hips faster or tug my hair. Instead, he just rests his palms on his desk as his mouth hangs open while he watches me suck his dick.

After a few more minutes, I can barely pull myself away, but there are so many other things I want to do. Pushing to my feet, I strut toward the fancy office chair, slowly pulling my jeans and panties down along the way.

When I reach the chair, I plop down before reclining back slightly in it and spreading my legs. There's no missing the desperation in his eyes or the groan that escapes his throat. But still, he doesn't move a muscle before I make a command.

"Come over here and lick my pussy," I say sharply. "Now."

"Anything for you," he says, eager to do as he's told. He quickly gets onto the floor and crawls between my legs. "Such a pretty fucking pussy."

His tongue moves in and out of me, lapping me harder and harder, soaking me more than I already am. He hooks his arms around my legs and thrusts my pussy harder against his face. I know I'm going to come undone within seconds. I could stop now, but I'm being greedy today. And one orgasm isn't going to be enough. So, instead, I shove my hands into his hair and fuck his face, moaning louder and louder, the deeper into my orgasm I get. I watch his tongue work for as long as I can, and then I grow dizzy, and my eyes flutter shut as my movements of jerking myself against his mouth grow weaker.

And when my eyes finally open, his face is still buried between my thighs as he waits for his next order.

"Get up," I hiss, my thighs clenching when he licks his lips once more.

Looking around, I see a set of handcuffs hanging in the open closet, and I head for them immediately.

"Sit down in the chair," I command him, grabbing the cuffs and strutting back toward him. "Put your hands behind your back."

I swear, at my words, his dick pulsates, hardening even more, if possible. And one by one … I slip them on, fastening them tightly.

"Good fucking boy," I murmur into his ear, licking his earlobe and down his chin.

I was already worried I wouldn't last long. After all, I waited six years for this, and then once it happened, I went and got myself shot, and it didn't happen again for weeks. Now, here we are, and she's got me cuffed, telling me I'm a good boy.

No, a good fucking boy.

When the doctor cleared me today, it hit me how hard all of this must have been on Briar. Yet she walks around, acting completely unfazed. And I know a lot of it is because she doesn't want to burden me with her feelings. Well, fuck that. I don't want her to hide from me.

"Get mad, baby," I whisper when she straddles me. "Show me how it fucking felt to be a bird locked in a cage. Get pissed off at me because for so long, I couldn't even save you."

She looks so confident and in control, making my cock ache in agony to be inside of her. Everything in me wanted to fuck her mouth when she was on her knees. I wanted to grip her hair and thrust my cock so far down her throat that she'd gag. But I didn't. This is for her. Not me.

And if she calls me a good boy again, I might just blow my fucking load right now.

"I can't wait to slide my dick inside that tight, warm, soaked piece of heaven," I grumble, needing to feel her wrapped around my cock so badly that it hurts.

She brings her lips to my ear. "I'm going to ride your dick, and you aren't going to come until I tell you it's okay. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am," I utter, feeling her soaked pussy against my cock.

Reaching for her bra, she unclasps it and lets it fall, leaving her perfect, pebbled pink nipples exposed. Just begging for me to suck on them.

"You get to sit there and watch. That's it." She mumbles the words just before she runs her hands up her own body and cups her tits.

When she gives her nipples a pinch, my cock stands up straight, so fucking eager to be inside of her.

Leaning back slightly, she keeps one hand playing with her tit before licking her hand with the other. She runs it over my length, soaking my dick with her own spit. It drips from the head down to my balls, and I hiss in agony, so close to fisting myself in my palm and fucking my hand at the sight of her alone, but then I remember the cuffs on my wrists, making that impossible to do.

"Tell me, Hudson, was it hard to watch another man slap my ass and touch my body?" She brings her mouth to mine, not kissing me but instead biting my bottom lip.

"Yes, it was fucking hell."

Her eyes grow darker. "Remember when I dropped to my knees and took you into my mouth while you talked to him on the phone? All while he thought he owned me, my lips were wrapped around another man's cock on his property."

Her filthy mouth makes me groan.

"I remember, Dove. You swallowed my cum right after I ended the call. You looked so pretty on your knees with my cock in your mouth."

Sliding down from my lap, she sinks lower and blows a breath against my tip, and I feel a bead of cum leak out of me just before her tongue pokes out and swipes over it.

Standing again, she places her hands on my knees, leaning forward so that her mouth is inches from mine. "I'm going to spin around and sit on your cock while I grip the desk in front of me and fuck you hard. Don't move a muscle. And don't you dare come."

As promised, she turns around, and her back is to me when she slowly sits back on my length, inch by inch, taking me inside of her as she lowers herself further and further until she's sitting on my lap, stuffed to the absolute fucking limit with my cock.

Arching her back forward, she grips the wood of the desk. I make sure not to jerk my hips upward to drive into her deeper, but instead, I lean back slightly to give myself a better look at her with her ass sprawled across my lap and my dick inside of her pussy.

She rocks back and forth before a sharp moan comes from her lips.

"Fuck my cock, Dove. Take it all. It's yours," I grit out, and she slides faster and harder down on me.

She moves forward until her face rests on the desk, and she continues to ride me with so much force that I'm scared to death I'm going to blow my load inside of her at any second. She feels so good, wrapped around me tightly, taking every single inch like the greedy little slut she is. Only for me though. No one else.

When she leans back suddenly, her back is to my chest as she cranes her neck to the side to look at me. I grunt into her ear, my balls starting to tingle as her pussy squeezes me tightly.

"Good boy to wait for me," she breathes out. "Now, come inside of me. I need to feel what's mine."

"Take what's yours," I growl, my cock exploding with cum as it shoots deep inside of her heat. "Fucking A …"

My body trembles, her cheek falls against my nose, and we both suck in air, trying to catch our breath as my cock stays inside of her. Suddenly, I hear a sniffle, and when I look, her lips are quivering.

"What's wrong, Dove?" I croak. "Talk to me."

"Nothing's wrong," she says weakly. "I just didn't realize how much resentment I was holding on to. Resentment toward Enzo. My uncle. Everyone." She bites her lip. "Thank you. For giving me back my control for a few minutes. Reminding me I have a voice." Spinning around, she kisses me. "I love you. I love you so much."

I bury my head into her neck, the handcuffs making it impossible to hold her the way I want. "I love you, Briar James. And I promise I will never let another person treat you the way Enzo did again." I feel that sick feeling in my stomach. The one I feel every time I remember all she endured. "I'm sorry I fucking failed you for so long. Not stepping in, letting him do that shit." I press my lips to her soft, sweet skin. "I'll spend my life making it up to you."

She cups my cheeks, bringing our mouths together. "You have nothing to make up for. Nothing at all." She looks around my office. "So, now that you're healed … what's next?" I can read the worry on her face like a book. "Are you going back to being undercover?"

She looks down like she's scared for the answer, so I force her gaze back to mine.

"No, sweetheart." I shake my head lightly. "I'm still going to be an agent, but my days of working undercover are done. I swear."

"Thank God," she whimpers.

"Besides, when you're a famous artist one day, I probably won't even have to work." I wink. "Now, we'd better get me uncuffed and put on our clothes before I want round two."

Giggling, she lightly smacks her hand against her forehead. "I actually forgot you were cuffed." Reaching around me, she gives me a playful look. "We might need to bring these home. You know … just in case."

At her words, my spent cock twitches when I imagine her handcuffed to our bed. She's right; we're absolutely bringing them home.

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