Kissed and Missed (Daddy Issues #2)

Chapter 10

10

HONOR

“ A re you sure?”

I blink up at Julian, who has torn his gaze away from his dick and my pussy to meet my eyes. His expression is grave, as if he’s truly worried I might not be positive about any of this. As if I wouldn’t cry with frustration if he stopped this now. As if I’m not naked and sprawled out across the hotel bed, my legs spread wide, with this incredible, handsome, brilliant man who I really, truly believed I would never have, looking down at me like he wants to eat me alive.

He’s holding back and trying to be a gentleman. I don’t want him to, though.

“Julian,” I plead, all dignity forgotten in my desperation. “Yes! I’m sure! Please, just fuck me. ”

A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from his chest as his dark gaze bores into mine, his sudden apprehension vanishing as quickly as it came. “Yeah? You want it now?”

The amused, slightly cocky tone of his voice somehow makes me wetter. “Please,” I echo with a weak cry, and thankfully, he isn’t going to make me wait. “I need it.” My heart is pounding. Weeks of touching myself, wishing it was Julian’s hands instead of my own, has driven me to the brink.

There’s very little I wouldn’t let him do to me right now.

Lowering himself over me, Julian claims my lips in a kiss that makes me dizzy with need. Or maybe it’s just feeling the pressure of his thick cock pressing insistently against my entrance.

My fingers tangle in his hair, tightening as he presses forward, gliding smoothly into my slick channel in one long, unforgiving thrust. There’s no waiting for me to adjust to his size, or teasing. He just goes for it and swallows my cry of surprise with a groan of pleasure.

“Fuck—” I whimper, throwing my head back as Julian moves, pulsing barely an inch, in and out, in and out, and god , he’s so big. My body has to stretch to accommodate him, and it’s such a turn-on, knowing he’s claiming me in a way no one has before. I’m not a virgin, obviously, but everything about sex with Julian feels like uncharted territory.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Julian groans against my skin, and I can tell by the tension held in his muscles that he’s struggling to hold back. Wetness floods his dick at his words, and he grunts in approval. “You like it when I tell you how good this fucking pussy feels?”

“Apparently,” I giggle, lifting my legs higher around his waist, allowing him deeper.

We both moan, and the next little pulse of his cock is harder and more insistent. I like it. A lot. Julian’s gaze is boring into mine, his jaw tight as he catalogs my every reaction, studying me. “Can I go hard?”

My tightened nipples brush his chest, and the tiny contact makes me moan, arching my back for more as arousal floods his cock, evidence of just how much I want it like that. “Yes,” I pant, “please?—”

I’ve barely given him my consent before the tether Julian has on his restraint snaps. Then, he’s fucking me. Hard. The room is filled with the wet slap of skin, my cries, and his groans.

Every thrust is deep and punishing, stretching me open as his tip bumps the deepest part of me. All I can do is hold on, taking what he wants to give. It’s raw and rough, hard and fast, and I don’t need to think about anything but how good it feels.

I don’t need to think, though. Right now, my only job is to take Julian Ballard’s cock.

Then, just as heat is beginning to tighten low in my belly, my orgasm within reach, Julian pulls out. Before I can do more than blink up at him in surprise, his fingers dig into my hips, and he’s turning me face down on the mattress. Then, an arm loops under my pelvis, pulling me so my behind is in the air. He’s in complete control, maneuvering my body into a position that leaves me wide open and defenseless against the huge cock which surges back into me from behind.

There’s nothing apologetic about the way he fucks me. The room fills with the crude, wet sound of our skin slapping together as he drives forward relentlessly, keeping a bruising grip on my hips.

“Such a good little slut,” he growls, the filthy words spat between gritted teeth as he fucks me with that same rough, relentless pace, the head of his cock hitting my G-spot with each snap of his hips.

Julian hisses in pleasure, reaching a hand around my pelvis to hoist me higher on his belly, allowing him impossibly deep. “Take care of your clit for me. Fuck, you feel incredible.”

My moan is muffled by the mattress as I reach between my legs to rub firm circles over my clit. The sensations are bordering on too much, and yet I hear myself begging for more, for anything he’s willing to give me.

Julian’s muttered words, telling me I’m a good girl, that my pussy feels so good, that he can’t stop fucking me, only make the moment more intense, and I feel my body begin to shake. Then, I’m falling. My orgasm rips through me, so powerful it tears a scream from my throat, and I’m barely aware of Julian collapsing over me, pressing me into the mattress. He’s as deep as he can go, his length swelling and twitching as his orgasm coats the part of me that feels his now.

“Oh my god,” I laugh quietly, curling into Julian’s arms as he falls to the side, his expression dazed. “That was…”

“Yes.” He lets out a low, rumbling laugh, a hand resting over his eyes.

Biting my lip, I watch as he lowers it to look at me properly. “I knew it would be good, but I didn’t know it would be that good.”

“You knew, huh?” Turning over onto his side, his hand finds my face, cradling it so he can steal another kiss.

It feels like my heart is going to burst. “I totally knew,” I confirm happily as he pulls me close, our naked limbs tangling atop the crumpled bedding.

Time stops meaning much after that.

We have sex again, this time with me on top, riding his cock as he praises me for how I make him feel, how tight my pussy is, what a good little slut I am for him. It’s all a blur, and it’s only when the sky has gone dark outside, that I remember there is a world beyond the walls of this bedroom and the man I’m sharing it with.

“Gosh.” I pick up my phone to check the time and groan, falling back into the pillows. It’s past dinner time, and I really should go check on Leni. “I need to go home.”

Julian kisses my shoulder. He’s sprawled out beside me on his stomach, providing an excellent view of his butt. I was never particularly interested in man butts until I met him, but now I’m obsessed.

“How are you feeling about it all?” he murmurs, clearly exhausted from his trip and the day spent fucking me silly. “Me? Us? I know you weren’t exactly expecting me to turn up today.”

I bite my lip. “Good. Really good.” Then, because I’m suddenly worried, “How are you feeling about it all?”

He gazes at me for a moment. “I’m very happy.”

“That your master plan worked?” I poke his ribs, endeavoring to keep the mood light and playful, even as my heart flips at his words. “I should be angry with you for spending that much money.”

His answering look is stern. “I wanted to spend time with you and convince you to take the job. This seemed to kill two birds with one stone. Besides, I believe you’ll agree it’s for a good cause, Miss Vogel,” he replies, utterly unrepentant. “Also, did I mention The Ballard Fund will need your expertise all day tomorrow?”

“Julian! I’m supposed to be working.”

He snorts. “I’ll remind you Healthy Hearts would likely not have been The Ballard Fund’s first partnership had it not been for you. Besides, we do have work to do.”

“We do? I’m still trying to decide if I should feel bad or not.”

I squeal in surprise as Julian’s hand lands a sharp spank on my ass. “You absolutely should not feel bad.”

“I should go. I wouldn’t, but my sister?—”

Julian shakes his head, smiling. “Go home, Honor. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Beaming, I steal one last kiss and swing my legs over the side of the bed, going in search of my missing clothes. Julian stands, too, and by the time I’ve redressed in my wrinkled work clothes, I turn to find him fastening the button of his slacks.

A hook tugs below my belly button, and when he looks up to find me eyeing him, a grin spreads over his handsome face. “Are you checking me out, Valentine?”

My cheeks prickle with heat at the memory. “Oh god, can we forget I said all that?”

“Not a chance.” Julian strolls forward, his chest still bare, and I tilt my chin up to meet his gentle kiss. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be in a relationship, Honor,” he assures me, fingering the ends of my hair, his stormy eyes searching my face.

It’s painful to swallow. “I thought there was. If it was with you.” If I’m honest with myself, I’m still not sure it’s the right thing to do. All my life, I’ve been the good girl, the reliable, moral, and upstanding girl.

I envy the girls like my sister who really, truly do not care what people think. It’s embarrassing enough to admit it to myself, never mind anyone else, but I do care. A lot.

Julian leans forward, kissing my cheek. “Did anything that happened today feel wrong to you?”

“No,” I admit, rolling my eyes. “I’m already trying to talk myself out of going home.”

“Go,” he insists with a laugh, “we have time to figure everything out. I’m in no rush. Except on the job, because I do need an answer on that.”

I nod, heart full to bursting. “Do I get to sleep with my boss? Because that’s kind of a dealbreaker for me.”

Julian’s smile widens. “He wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ll get an employment contract drawn up tonight. Rest assured, the terms should be more than favorable.”

“Bye.” I giggle, leaning in for one last kiss before stepping back, knowing if I don’t leave now, I never will.

I’m in a daze as I leave the suite, slipping into the elevator with an elderly couple who eye me suspiciously. Judging by the reflection of myself I see in the doors, it’s due to the wild sex hair and the flush coloring my cheeks

He flew across the country to be with me. I really, really thought it would never happen, but it did . Julian was brave and threw caution to the wind because of me. He’s disregarding Riley’s feelings about the situation and choosing to put us first.

It’s faintly ridiculous how invested in this relationship I already am, how badly I want it to work.

The elevator doors slide open, and the elderly couple allows me out first. I practically float across the lobby, smiling at the same sour-faced man at the desk and savoring the ache between my legs, a reminder of the life-changing sex I just experienced. With Julian. I fucked Julian.

Almost giddy, I push open The Witt’s glass door, not even minding the blast of wintery air that slams me the moment I’m through it.

My first hint that something is wrong, is the small group of women waiting beside a car, just past the lobby doors. All of them are holding cell phones, and I falter as they elbow each other significantly, lifting them to record me passing.

Um. What?

Keeping my head down, I hurry past. My car is just a block away, and whatever that was, probably wasn’t for me at all. Weston University is close by, they’re probably film students or, or… something.

“Honor!” an unfamiliar voice calls my name, and I realize I’ve walked headlong into another group, this one holding much more professional looking cameras and microphones. There’s a light shining right at me as I still, staring at them like a deer in headlights.

“Do you have a comment on your relationship with Julian Ballard?”

“Honor! Did you break up with Riley for her father?”

“Honor! Over here, honey! Is it true you’re pregnant?”

“Julian Ballard’s ex-wife is on record calling you a whore, is there anything you’d like to say to her?”

My breath is coming in uneven, shaky pants as I step back automatically, trying to distance myself from the group of reporters. No. No. No. This isn’t happening. How could anyone have found out? We’ve been together for six hours, and alone for all of them.

I wrack my brain, trying to think of what to do, of what to say, and come up blank. What are you even supposed to do in a situation like this? Fight-or-flight? Fight-or-flight? I’m just standing there, frozen, trying to decide, when a familiar large man appears at my side. “Honor. Let’s go,” Grey barks, wrapping an arm around my stiff shoulders and wheeling me around.

Flashes are going off, people are yelling, and he’s barely gotten me back inside the hotel before I start to cry.