Drunk on You: an age gap, enemies to lovers, fake engagement, office romance (Love & Whiskey Boo

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“Jesus,you look like walking sin, dressed like that.”

Julian strolls into our bedroom, dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a crisp white button-down shirt, tie loose and waiting to be tied. His eyes are filled with unadulterated lust as he takes in my little red halter dress that crisscrosses over my breasts, leaving my skin on display. The dress is short and tight, and I feel sexy in it.

“Is it new?” he asks, stepping over to me and running his fingertip along my exposed flesh just below my breast.

“Yep, I went emotional shopping this morning,” I admit.

With the whispers still running rampant, I took personal days yesterday and today. Yesterday, I sulked in bed, crying on and off all day while searching for the video of us and sending each one I found to IT so they could request for them to be taken down.

Julian came home with dinner and pretended like I didn’t look like an emotional train wreck while we ate and then spent the rest of the evening watching a movie I don’t even remember.

This morning, when I woke up, I remembered we had the double date tonight and then we’d be leaving for Fort Lauderdale in the morning, so I decided some shopping was in order.

“I don’t like that you’ve been hiding out,” he says, sliding his hand around to my backside and squeezing. “But I’m completely on board with this dress.”

“If you like this dress, you should see the outfits and lingerie I bought for this weekend.”

I take the hand that’s not grabbing my ass and glide it under my dress to my lace panties. “These are brand-new.”

“You can’t do shit like this before we’re due to leave for dinner,” he murmurs, making no effort to remove his hand from my panties. “I’m going to be hard, thinking about you the entire meal.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” I taunt, rubbing his already-forming erection.

“Red,” he groans. “We’re going to be late.”

“Not if we hurry.”

I unbutton and unzip his pants and pull his hard length out, then drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. The head is soft, and as I glide my lips along his shaft, taking him down my throat, I moan around him, loving how good he smells and tastes since he just got out of the shower.

I bob my head up and down, working his cock over while I gently fondle his balls, just how he likes it. When I glance up through my lashes, I catch him staring down at me in awe.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs, lovingly stroking my cheek while I fuck him with my mouth.

I never thought I would be this woman—on her knees for a man—but Julian doesn’t treat me like I’m less than him. He sees me as his equal, his partner, in and out of the bedroom.

Falling in love wasn’t what was supposed to happen when I came here, but he’s quickly come to mean so much to me. I wasn’t expecting him, but now, I can’t imagine not having him.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” he mutters, gently pulling my face off his cock. “Come here.”

He helps me to my feet and then lifts me onto the dresser.

I pull my dress up to my hips so it doesn’t rip, and then he spreads my legs.

He drops to his knees and tugs my panties down my thighs.

“These are drenched,” he says, fisting them and making a show of inhaling the scent.

He tosses them to the side and opens my legs so he can lick up my center. I’m sensitive to his touch, and I damn near come on the spot. With a chuckle, he sucks on my clit, and within seconds, I’m climaxing all over his tongue.

He gives my pussy an open-mouthed kiss, then stands and pulls my legs to the edge. Without giving me a chance to come down from my orgasm, he thrusts into me, filling me to the hilt.

Without holding back, he fucks me like he’s claiming me all over again. His hand palms my cheek, and his mouth comes down on mine, kissing me with so much passion that I get lost in everything that is Julian Parker. The world around us no longer exists. The rumors and whispers have disappeared. And for this moment, it’s just us, making love, everything and everyone else be damned.

His hand that was holding my face glides down my neck, and he breaks the kiss, wrapping his fingers around my throat.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs, fucking me deep and hard with steady thrusts. “Till death do us part.”

He slides his hand down to my breast and pinches my nipple through the material. With my body being hypersensitive, it’s enough to send me over the precipice. I clench around Julian’s cock, and he falls over the edge with me.

“Thank you,” I murmur as we stay connected, both of us catching our breath.

“For sex?” He smirks. “Baby, you never have to thank me for fucking my wife.”

“No,” I say with a laugh. “For not letting me run and for being patient with me the past few days. I don’t know what’s going on with me, but this whole video thing has really hit me hard. I feel so all over the place.”

“I’ve got you,” he says. “Whatever happens, we’re in it together.”

He presses a soft kiss to my lips and then pulls out, quickly grabbing a shirt from nearby to catch his cum that’s slowly leaking out of me.

He helps me off the dresser, and then we both head to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

We’re late to meet Nora and Ryder for dinner, but as I told Julian, it was well worth it.

“Oh God,Ryder, must you order something so fishy?” Nora whines for what feels like the millionth time tonight.

First, she complained it was too hot in here—apparently pregnant women run warm. Then, she asked to be moved because the gentleman sitting too close to us had cologne that made her want to throw up. Once we were seated again, she complained that the music was too loud—she’s had horrible headaches throughout the pregnancy, and she isn’t allowed to take anything strong. Now, the fish Ryder ordered is too fishy.

I’m about to say something to change the subject when I get a whiff of Ryder’s salmon and find myself choking from the smell as well.

I cough a few times to try to get a handle on it, but when it feels like I’m going to throw up, I quickly excuse myself to use the restroom, where I barely make it in time to throw up everything in my stomach.

After rinsing out my mouth and washing my hands, I head out of the restroom and run straight into Julian.

“You okay?” he asks, looking concerned.

“Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I say honestly. “Maybe I’m coming down with something.”

“Does your throat hurt? Do you feel weak?” He presses the back of his hand to my forehead. “You don’t feel warm.”

“I don’t feel sick. I think it’s just all the stress from this week.” I shrug, unsure how to explain it. “It’s messing with my body.”

“Good thing we’re going away,” he says, wrapping an arm around me and pressing a kiss on my temple.

When we return to the table, Ryder’s fish is gone, and he and Nora are arguing under their breaths.

“Sorry about that,” I say, sitting back down. “I’ve been feeling weird all week.”

“Try feeling weird for nine months,” Nora laments.

“It’s only been a few months,” Ryder mutters under his breath.

“Do you have any idea what it feels like to feel nauseous twenty-four/seven?” Nora cries. “To have aching breasts and a sore body and be emotional all the damn time?”

Tears fill her eyes, and I can’t help but feel bad for her. It’s clear she’s struggling with being pregnant—even if there’s a chance that she did this to herself.

“That sounds horrible,” I tell her, trying to be compassionate while thanking the birth-control gods that I’m protected.

“It is,” she mutters through a sniffle. “And I still have, like, a million more months to go.”

“Well, on the bright side,” I say, stifling down my laughter at her dramatics, “at the end of all that pain and suffering, you’ll have a beautiful, healthy baby.”

I smile at Nora, who nods in agreement, while Ryder sighs in what looks like defeat.

“We should totally get together sometime,” Nora suggests a little while later while we eat our dessert.

Thankfully, the rest of the meal was uneventful, and without having anything to complain about, Nora has been almost pleasant. But that sure as hell doesn’t mean I want to spend time with her.

“Oh,” I say, trying to come up with something to say. “I’m so busy with work …”

“But not for long, right?” she inquires. “You guys are married now.”

“Um, yeah, we’re married,” I say slowly, confused by her statement. “But I still have every intention of working. As a matter of fact, if things go my way, my husband will be working for me soon enough.”

I wink playfully at Julian, and he chuckles.

“What do you mean?” Nora asks.

“We’re both going for the CEO position,” I explain. “My dad is retiring, and at the end of the year, he’s going to select one of us to replace him.”

Nora scrunches her nose up like she smells something gross. “Why would you want to be the CEO? Aren’t you worth millions?”

“Nora,” Ryder hisses.

“What?” she says innocently. “I just don’t get it. Why would you want to emasculate your husband by trying to take his job when you don’t even have to work?”

“Because Ana is just as capable of being the CEO as I am,” Julian says, sliding his hand to my thigh and squeezing it. “She’s smart and educated, and she knows the business as well as I do. And just because she’s a woman who comes from money, it doesn’t mean she should be home while I work. My wife is a marketing badass, and nothing about her fighting for the CEO position is emasculating.” He looks over at me with heat in his eyes. “It’s a fucking turn-on.”

And that right there is why I love my husband.

“What wouldit take to convince you to move here?” I ask Julian, my eyes closed as we lie out in lounge chairs that are covered by large umbrellas, keeping the direct sun off us, but allowing us to enjoy the South Florida heat in September.

“Probably not much,” he says, running a hand up my thigh despite there being dozens of people around.

I’ve learned that my husband doesn’t give a shit about public displays of affection. He loves to touch me and doesn’t care where we are or who we’re with.

“But we both know you’d be bored in about two seconds,” he adds with a chuckle.

I pop a lid open and mock glare even though he’s not wrong. We’ve been in Fort Lauderdale for three days, and I barely made it the first day before I was doing work on my laptop for a marketing campaign I had been asked to look into. I love my job, and Julian was right when he said I’d get past everything that’d happened.

A few days ago, one of the managers got caught on the security camera, hooking up with a college intern, and everyone has been gossiping about it. Julian thinks once we return, no one will even remember what happened between us. I hope he’s right.

“It’s getting hot,” he murmurs. “What do you say we go upstairs to cool off and take a nap?”

Since I know that’s code for Julian wanting to fuck me on our private balcony, I hop up, but when I do, the world around me slightly spins. Since I haven’t drunk any alcohol, it’s not from being drunk, which makes me think it’s …

“Red, you good?” Julian asks, glancing at me with concern.

“Yeah, just got up too quickly.”

I laugh it off, throwing on my bathing suit cover-up and sliding on my flip-flops.

The moment we’re inside and the door is closed, Julian backs me against the wall and attacks my mouth. One hand cradles my face, and the other comes up to massage my breast. I wince in pain before I can stop myself, and because he has his eyes open, he notices.

“Was I too rough?” he asks, his brows dipping in concern.

“No.” I shake my head, not wanting to have this conversation with him—hell, I’m not ready to have this conversation with myself yet. “I was just thrown off.”

I pull him back to me and kiss him, knowing it will get him back on course.

But the entire time we make love, I can’t help thinking about what Nora said at dinner. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to feel nauseous twenty-four/seven? To have aching breasts and a sore body and be emotional all the damn time?”

It makes no sense. I’m on birth control. I’ve had the IUD for the past two years.

Julian comes, but the second he does, he notices that I didn’t.

“What’s going on with you?” he asks.

“Nothing, I’m just in my own head. I have a lot on my mind.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

“Not right now,” I tell him truthfully.

“Okay, well, my wife isn’t going without an orgasm, so it looks like I’m going to have to work twice as hard to get you out of your head so your only thought is coming all over my mouth and fingers.”

And with that promise, he spends the next half hour making me come not once, but twice. And for a brief time, he does in fact get me out of my head.

Until the high wears off, and while he’s sleeping, I go to the bathroom and feel for the strings that should be between my legs but are missing.

And then I spend the next hour researching doctors in our area so that I can make an appointment when we get home to confirm what I’m almost positive I already know … I’m pregnant.