Free Web NovelChapter 112: Chapter 112 Collecting My Due... A Kiss?
Hudson’s POV
The car wasn’t crowded at all.
Dominic and the driver went away to give them privacy. Christina and Hudson sat alone in the big backseat of the black car. The privacy partition was up, and the world outside was barely visible through the tinted windows.
Christina settled into the leather seat, still processing what had just happened with Finn. She reached for a bottle of water from the small refrigerator built into the side panel and took a long drink.
"Is this from Carmen’s restaurant?" she asked, eyeing the paper bag suspiciously.
"Yes," Hudson replied distantly. His eyes were fixed on a droplet of water that had escaped the corner of her mouth. She caught him staring and licked her lips.
"You really didn’t need to bring me lunch," she said, dabbing her mouth with a napkin. "There are plenty of places to eat around Nyx. And this isn’t exactly on your way from the pack meeting."
It definitely wasn’t. Christina knew Hudson’s schedule. He went forty minutes out of his way and messed up his planned day.
"I happened to be in the area," he lied smoothly.
Christina gave him a skeptical look but didn’t push it. "Alright then." She glanced at her phone. "It’s well past lunchtime. You must be hungry."
"Join me," he said, more command than request.
"But I already ate with Finn."
"Just a bite. You know how much you love Carmen’s cooking."
"I do." She reached for a disposable fork from the bag. "Fine, just a taste."
Hudson opened the container and the smell of greasy fried food filled the car. Christina’s nose wrinkled. Her wolf Akira didn’t like the smell.
"This is Carmen’s cooking?" she asked doubtfully.
Hudson looked at the greasy food with horror. The fries were so shiny he could see his reflection in them.
"Yes," he lied.
Christina put down her fork and moved away from the food. "You go ahead. I’m full from lunch with Finn."
Hudson’s jaw tightened when she mentioned the other Alpha’s name. He picked up a plastic fork and stabbed a piece of chicken that looked less greasy than the rest.
When he bit into it, Christina could tell it was awful. He chewed slowly, keeping his face blank, but his eyes showed the truth.
"Here," she handed him water from the refrigerator, trying not to laugh.
He took a drink, washing down what must have tasted terrible.
"You don’t have to eat it if you hate it," she said gently.
"I don’t hate it. I’m just not used to this kind of food."
"You’d have to eat fast food every day to get used to that." Christina checked her phone. "I should get back to work. I have a meeting in fifteen minutes."
"Wait." He wiped his mouth and took a breath mint.
"What is it?"
"I brought you lunch. Don’t I get something in return?" His eyes grew darker.
"For a lunch I didn’t even eat?"
"It’s the thought that counts," he argued, his expression serious but his tone playful.
"Fine." She sighed. "What do you want?"
He pretended to consider the question, though Christina suspected he’d already decided. "A kiss." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
"What?"
When she didn’t move, he sighed dramatically. "I bring you food, and find out you already ate with another man. Now I’m sitting here starving, choking down this terrible food. But it’s fine. Don’t worry about it."
"No one asked you to bring me lunch," she pointed out, though her heart beat faster.
"It’s alright," he said again, his voice soft.
Christina hesitated. Then, deciding to humor him, she leaned forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek.
Except Hudson turned his head just before her lips made contact.
Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth instead. Before she could pull back, he captured her in a real kiss—firm, insistent, coaxing.
He caught her bottom lip between his, tugging it gently before tracing its curve with his tongue.
Christina stiffened in surprise. She hadn’t expected this level of intensity. But then something shifted inside her. A warm current, like electricity, spread from her lips through her body. Akira purred in satisfaction.
The car around them felt increasingly intimate, sunlight filtering through the tinted windows, casting everything in a golden haze.
Outside, the world continued. Horns honked and people walked past, but it all faded away beneath the press of his lips.
She parted her lips slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue slipped past, slow and deliberate, not demanding but utterly persistent. The scent of him wrapped around her, familiar yet thrilling.
Almost instinctively, she bit his lower lip.
Not hard, just enough to make him freeze, his breath catching.
Before he could pull back or apologize, she slid her arm behind his neck and pulled him closer. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him again, deeper this time, without hesitation. freewebnoveℓ.com
Their mouths moved together, as if they’d done this a thousand times before. The kiss was warm and intoxicating, making Christina forget they were parked on a busy street in the district.
When they finally separated, both were breathing heavily. Hudson looked slightly dazed, his normally perfect composure shaken.
"You were unnecessarily rude to Finn earlier," Christina said, her voice huskier than intended. "He was just being nice."
"He was standing too close to you," Hudson replied, his eyes still fixed on her lips. "The contract specifically states no intimate contact with other men."
Christina blinked, suddenly remembering that clause in their marriage contract. A small pang of hurt hit her chest. "Is that what this is about? The contract?"
Hudson’s eyes darkened. "No. This is about fulfilling my ’intimacy quotient’ with my wife."
"Your what?"
Instead of answering, he leaned in again, capturing her lips with even more intensity than before. Christina couldn’t help but respond, her body melting into his touch.
When they pulled apart again, Christina felt dizzy. Something about his kisses felt different—dangerous and addictive. This wasn’t just physical attraction; there was something deeper happening.
"I should really get back," she whispered against his lips.
"Go," he said, but his arm remained firmly around her waist. "Before I decide to keep you here all afternoon."
Christina pulled herself together and reached for the door handle.
"Next time you want a kiss, just ask. You don’t need to torture yourself with bad food like that." She looked at the abandoned container.
Christina got out of the car before he could answer. She straightened her clothes and touched her lips as she walked toward the Nyx building. They were still tingling.
Inside the car, Hudson watched her disappear through the glass doors.
