C12 FIRST NIGHT WITH THE CEO

She gathered her essentials into her night bag, her heart racing with anticipation. Just minutes ago, Mr. McKenney had informed her that she would be staying in his room for the night, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. While she knew and understood what she had signed up for, her nerves were all over the place.

She carefully folded her favorite silk pajamas, the ones with delicate lace trim that she knew he would appreciate. They slipped into the bag with a satisfying rustle. Next, she added a toothbrush and toothpaste, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as I imagined sharing a bathroom with him.

Contemplating whether to bring a book, she decided against it and left it on the shelf, opting instead for a quick snack if she got hungry late at night or just to distract herself if he made her stay up with him while he worked.

Just as she finished packing, her phone beeped with a message from Mr. McKenney, confirming that he was waiting for her. The excitement and nervousness surged, and she threw my phone into the bag, along with a charger, just in case. One last glance around her room confirmed she hadn't forgotten anything important, because Mr McKenney wasn't going to let her come back to pick it.

Ready, with her bag in hand, she took a deep breath and headed out the door, her heart pounding with anticipation for the night ahead.

With much hesitancy,she knocked on his door. He immediately opened it and she saw that he changed into casual clothes. His gaze ran down my full length, the second his eyes rested on her.

"Good evening." She greeted, waiting for him to let her in. He stood there, staring at her, and she couldn't help but ask, "Is there a problem?"

"No." he simply said, making way for me to enter his room, which was similar to mine but with a better view of the park next to the hotel.

"The bathroom is over there. You can get changed." Mr. McKenney instructed as he took a seat on the couch, his intense gaze remaining focused on her.

"Thank you." She murmured as she headed to the bathroom with her night bag to change into the pajamas she had packed.

In the bathroom, she took a moment to compose herself. Her reflection in the mirror revealed a mixture of excitement and apprehension in her eyes. She changed into the silk pajamas, smoothing out the delicate lace trim with care. It was impossible to ignore the anticipation building inside her. She took a moment to stare back at the image in the mirror before her and found that her hair was sticking out in some places. Good thing was that she didn't forget to bring her comb.

Freeing her hair from the band, she combed it all out and let it cascade down her shoulders. She was sure McKenney would love it that way.

On returning to the room, she found him still seated on the couch, his eyes following her every move as she approached.

"I'm all set." She said softly, feeling a shiver of nerves and curiosity in the air.

He nodded, his gaze never leaving her. "Good. Come over here," he gestured toward the couch next to him. She complied, taking a seat as his intense presence enveloped her, making her nervous.

"You're quite far." He remarked, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips. "I promise I don't bite, Annette."

"Forgive me, I'm just feeling a bit nervous." She admitted as I closed the gap between them. Suddenly, he lifted her and settled her onto his lap, evoking a gentle gasp from her.

"Annette, I want to kiss you, May I?" He asked, and when she nodded shyly, he leaned in, his breath on her lips. She closed her eyes and his lips met touched hers, sending electric sparks through her system.

He tasted like bourbon, maybe he had some before she came over, she thought, but was soon distracted by how his lips were soft against hers. And when he bit on her lower lip, she let out a soft moan, allowing his tongue access into her mouth as he deepened the kiss.

They kissed for a few more minutes before he slowly pulled away so they could catch their breath. She blushed as she noticed a smirk on his lips. He pulled her on his lap, so, she was now on top of him, straddling his waist.

His fingers tenderly brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. With a gentle touch, he tilted her chin upward, locking his gaze with her's . A smile played on his slightly reddened and swollen lips, leaving her restless in his embrace.

Leaning in close, he whispered huskily into her ear, "You smell absolutely divine, Goldilocks." His grin widened and her blush deepened in response to his compliment.

"Thank you." She whispered, her words stumbling out awkwardly. She chide herself for acting like such a fool around him; after all, she was a mature woman who could handle this.

Without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed him once more, hoping she'd gotten it right despite the passage of time. To her surprise, she felt him chuckle softly against her plum lips. Feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her, she instinctively covered her face.

"Forgive me," She stammered, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "I must have made a fool of myself." She muttered, lowing her head.

But before she could retreat in embarrassment, his hands found her waist, pulling her back towards him until she was straddling him once again.

She wrapped her hands around his neck to keep herself from falling, it was obvious he noticed the confusion in her gaze as he stared at her. Then he moved his head to her neck and softly kissed it, biting down on a spot, causing her to squirm in his lap.

She was already a mess when he pulled away. His eyes glowed in the kitchen light as he stared back at her, saying nothing. His lips were already plump and red, making him look sexy as hell.

He moved his hand to her hair and ran his fingers through it, lightly caressing her cheek.

She bit her bottom lip to keep from acting on my desire. His gaze went to her lips, he gently brushed his fingers over it. In response, she licked his finger, and his eyes shot back up to stare into hers. She had no idea where this newfound confidence came from, but she could tell by his eyes that he liked it.

"Don't push me, Annette; I want to take my time with you, so behave yourself and be a good girl." he said, his voice deep and raspy.

An undeniable heat erupted within her as her gaze met Hudson's. The tension between them was palpable in the air, making it difficult for her to keep it together. His desire-filled gaze never left her's. Her heart palpitated in expectation…

Hudson's soft touch on her cheek sent tingles through her, awakening her senses. With each tender stroke, her body yearned for more, and when their lips finally met, time seemed to stand still as they shared a passionate kiss.

As his lips moved against her's, their passions intertwined in a dance that left her breathless. His touch was tender and demanding, igniting a fire deep within her. She felt the world around her fade away, leaving only the pulsating energy between them.

She clutched his shirt, bringing him closer, craving the sensation of his body pressing against her's. Their mouths moved in perfect unison as their tongues explored each other with zeal. It was a kiss full of raw desire and unspoken promises that made her yearn for him.

She surrendered completely, her inhibitions melting away, lost in the intensity of the moment. She relished the taste of him, the way his hands roamed her body, lighting her up with desire. Nothing else mattered except the enthralling connection they shared at the time.

Reluctantly, they pulled apart to catch their breath, which mingled with the charged atmosphere. Her heart raced and her lips tingling from the ghost of his touch. She met Hudson's gaze, and his eyes reflected the unspoken need that bound them together, and the need for more…

Hudson softly murmured, almost inaudibly, "Would you like to go further, Goldilocks? I could show you beautiful things." With that lingering inquiry lingering, she lost all self-restraint; her desire for him was so intense that being apart was painful, and all she yearned for was to be wrapped in his embrace and a deeper connection.