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Chapter 9- Dinner From Hell

"What did you guys do this week?" Rochelle asked as she took a mouthful of oyster bake and washed it down with a swig of wine. Quinn did everything she could to not think about her kiss shared with Hudson. In fact, she avoided eye contact with him altogether, but found it difficult as he sat right beside her. The kids expressed every detail of their camping trip with Quinn and Hudson as Rochelle filled the adults in on her travel experiences. For a moment, Quinn couldn't help but feel disgusted with this as she knew Rochelle was throwing her children away just to live the life she wanted. It frustrated Quinn, as she saw a selfishness that ate at her each time she was around Rochelle. Mostly, because she desired something she owned.

Hudson. Everything about him lured Quinn towards him. Everything from the way his eyes scanned her to the rough hands that gently placed themselves over hers. They were on the cusp of falling in love, and it was something neither of them was going to give up easily or quickly. So much so, that they crossed a line of dangerous territory.

Taking a sip of wine, Quinn felt a familiar touch rest upon her knee underneath the table. Gently closing her eyes, she then placed her hand over his and took happiness from his sinful smirk. Throughout the entire night, they exchanged glances and when Rochelle excused herself, were shamelessly giddy-even in front of the children, as they were busy with their own conversation.

"This is torture." He said into her ear as he set his arm on the back of her chair. "Are you trying to drive me crazy?" He added. "That dress is purely sinful." He arched his brow but removed his contact with her when his soon-to-be ex wife had returned. With heavy eyes, she expressed how she had massive jet lag and would make the children breakfast, as she kissed their heads, she moved up the stairs, not even looking back once.

Knowing it was one of her chores, Quinn picked up the dishes and placed them in the sink before feeling a set of muscular arms wrap around her. Seeing his knuckles and how they were still swollen, she pulled them closer to her gaze as she was now looking towards him.

"You should really get some ice on that..." She moved from him, trying to remove herself from the temptation as she grabbed a ziplock and some ice and began making a makeshift ice pack. Wrapping it in a washcloth, she turned to find him smiling towards her.

"What?"

"You are so incredibly sexy." He said with his deep voice nearly bringing her to convulsions.

"I just put ice in a bag and wrapped it."

"Yeah but the way you do it..."

"THAT does it for you?"

"You do it for me." He said as she began cleaning the dishes in the sink. With her bright yellow rubber gloves, she tried to focus on the task at hand-but found it impossible. Hudson stood behind her and swiped the hair from her neck as he then kissed her skin. Sucking on her neck, he wrapped his arm around her stomach before moving his teeth to her ear and teasing her. Unable to resist it any longer, she turned to him as he pulled her against him-dropping the ice pack on the ground.

Trying to keep the kiss while removing the gloves, they both let out giggles before he lifted her onto the counter. Pulling him closer to her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, he pulled at the buttons on her dress as his hand made contact with her breast, gently pulling and kneading it.

"God, I want you." He said as he kissed her neck and she could feel her temperature rise immensely. "I have wanted you from the minute you wanted through that door to the minute you tried to put up that tent."

"Hudson!" Rochelle called as her voice echoed through the house.

"Do you still sleep with her?"

"No. There's a pull out couch that I rest on in the bedroom until she falls asleep, then I usually go to my office where my couch is in there. She wants to keep up appearances because she things there is a chance her and I will get back together..."

"Is there?"

"Not a chance in hell." He said with a large smile. "Goodnight, Quinn. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight Hudson."