Chapter 16 #2
He senses my answer. “It’s not simple. Nor public. I can’t pretend it’s more than this, but I wouldn’t touch you if I didn’t care.” It’s his way of highlighting the boundaries of who we would be and ensuring I’m confident in my choice.
With one step forward, I make a decision that could ruin me, but it would haunt me if I didn’t take the chance.
“Okay.” It floats from my lips, and he seems relieved. His lips press together, and he smiles wryly, aware that I made the choice he wanted.
The moment his arm extends and his hand meets my skin, I nuzzle my face into his palm, inhaling his scent and soaking in his touch. “Logistics might be a pain,” I joke.
“My desk is ready for you,” he teases.
“We may be private, but I refuse to feel like a dirty little secret.”
He kisses my forehead. The man with an iron heart just gave a chaste little kiss.
“No. You’re not. I mean, I haven’t tested your Go Fish skills yet, but I’m confident that you’ll pass.
” I kiss his wrist softly. “Congratulations… you are the one to break me,” he whispers, and his other hand rises to cup my face.
A smile that hurts my cheeks forms on my face. “I would say you can send me flowers for that accomplishment, but my boss is a dick and has a no-flowers policy.”
“He is an ass. An absolute one. I’m everything you should run from.”
I shrug and keep my smile intact. “Yet, here I am.”
He steps forward, causing me to step back, and everything in my body pulses faster.
“I need to be inside you.”
We are about to cross the threshold of my room, but he guides our direction in a circle and away from the door.
“My beautiful assistant booked the penthouse. We should probably use that. There are many surfaces to try, maybe a snack to replenish our energy, and we can talk while you lie naked in my bed.”
“That all sounds promising.”
He encourages me to hop up and straddle him. My body buzzes for him. I want him to hurry us to a destination of his choosing.
“Only you do this. Only you get this from me,” he pledges.
Now we can both breathe, because everything seems to fall into place for now.
I’m snug in Julian’s arms, after being sharply tugged into him with a kiss that is a collision, a clash of teeth.
His hand tangles in my hair while I claw his shirt as though I’m starved to touch his skin.
He lifts and shoves me against the door to his room with force.
I gasp and laugh as I nibble on his earlobe.
His grin is boyish and vicious, pleased that I’m on board for haste and rough.
I drop my head back when he mouths my throat, his stubble scraping, and my clit is on fire.
He doesn’t bite my collarbone; instead, he sucks for a long beat while I pull at his shirt.
He sets me down to peel it off, and his hands return quickly to me by locking his hands around my hips and turning me to face the wall, until I need to brace myself with my palms. His chest is pressed against my back, and my breath is already ragged.
He rips open my bathrobe and yanks it off my body.
The apex of my thighs already feels wet, and he inspects me when his now naked body holds me tightly from behind.
He kisses the back of my shoulder, hot and heavy.
“Julian,” I plead, because I can feel his hard cock against my lower back.
His finger circles around my clit, and his other palm kneads the flesh of my waist. “I’m going to fuck you, baby.
Hard, though.” He speaks low with swelter, and using an endearing name revs me up to a thousand.
My response is to moan as I ache for more.
“Can I take you like this? I want to feel you wet around my cock.”
Oh. I didn’t think about that. I’m on birth control, but I’ve never actually been without a condom. It makes it extra special in a way. A part of me is envious that he has maybe been this way with others. “Have you ever…”
He must sense my hesitation. “I don’t do this, and I’m safe. It will feel better for both of us if you want.”
Lust overtakes me, and my mind eases. “Yes.”
I brace my hands against the wall as the tip of his cock caresses me between my legs. We both make a sound because it already feels too good. I feel him working his way in as he locks his hands on my hips.
His chest is pressed against my back. His breath is ragged, which syncs with my own shuddering moans.
I arch, shoving myself back onto him, and he slams further into me.
There is no slow, not even when my legs weaken.
Instead, he links his arm around my middle to hold me upright, and his finger explores my clit.
I’m shamelessly loud with my body in overload.
My cheek is smooshed against the wall as he thrusts bluntly. “I’m so close,” I call out.
He fists my hair and tugs enough to tilt my head, and everything about him inside me and touching me in this moment is raw. “Not yet.” He speaks as though he rules my body, and that is a further turn-on.
We're starving for one another.
He pulls out, and I’m needy for more.
He turns me, and as though all of his rough insistence stops, he cradles my face to give me a slow, tender kiss. A reminder perhaps that this isn’t just sex. Only a moment later, he returns us to our pace, and he guides me to the bed and pushes me onto the mattress.
He spreads my legs wide, and my entire body arches off the bed when he strokes me with his tongue, and he makes a noise as if he’s sucking on a dessert spoon. My nails dig into the bed as my voice rises in response.
His lips move to kiss my inner thighs, and I’m throbbing. “I needed to taste you before I fill you with my cum.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head because I could orgasm purely from his filthy mouth.
“Please,” I beg, and my body writhes, trying to encourage him.
He grins slyly as he pins my arms above my head, instructing me to keep them there. Easing my legs open, he enters me and continues his promise to fuck me hard. He grunts, and I moan. I enjoy seeing him use me the way he wants while I benefit by feeling so incredibly wanted and pleasured.
My legs get thrown over both his shoulders, hitting another angle, and I can’t handle it. I begin to palm my breasts, and I’m a few thrusts away from coming undone.
“Be a good girl and come while I’m inside you.” His breath is now labored.
I let go and tremble and coo. It doesn’t stop because he’s speeding up his movements instead of slowing down to give me a break. He keeps going until I feel him pulse inside me, and he stills.
Julian collapses on top of me but holds his weight up as we both come down from a high.
“Fuck, Savannah.” He remains inside me.
“I know. I know.” It was a new level.
He kisses my mouth as he slips out, and I feel his cum spill onto my thighs.
Julian nuzzles into my neck as he attempts to even his breath, and we both sigh, completely satisfied.
I jab my toe into his thigh where we’re sitting on the floor next to the floor-to-ceiling window. I’m balancing my hand of cards while I hold up the sheet that’s draped around me. I watch Julian study his cards while in only boxer briefs and don’t let my smile ease.
“Have any fives?” he asks.
“Go fish,” I reply, and he takes a card from the deck.
He closes one eye and studies me before I burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry.” I try to stop, but I can’t. “This is…”
Julian begins to tickle up my leg. “You know my secret, don’t judge.”
“Okay.” I attempt to give him a serious look, but it fails, and I can’t stop. He rolls his eyes, amused, and I take a breath to try to calm down. “It’s funny.”
He tosses his cards onto the floor. “I’ll spank you later for this judgment,” he teases.
I wiggle my eyebrows and give up on my cards. “No complaints.”
“I didn’t ask. Where did you get these?”
Truthfully, I put a little effort into it. “A friend sent them to me. There’s a secret place near Everhope.”
“A secret place, eh?”
“Yep.”
“I should have thrown them on your desk.”
It doesn’t take a genius to understand what he’s hinting at. “Payback for me dropping expensive jewelry on your desk?”
“Something like that.” He leans back against the glass and blows out a raspberry. “You were right… I’m a coward.”
I lift a shoulder. “Tell me that you at least got it yourself and didn’t actually make HR arrange the gift.”
“I’m not a complete idiot.”
I lift my nose and inspect him coyly. “If you say so.”
He grabs hold of my ankles and slides me forward to him until my bent legs are between his. “It’s in my desk drawer if you ever want it.”
I bring my finger to my chin and loudly hum. “Hmm, let me think. No. I’m good. Maybe one day.”
He drags the back of his finger along my knee, drawing circles. “Fair enough. However, you shouldn’t ignore your accomplishment.”
“My decision.”
“Stubborn.”
“Yep.”
Now, his finger taps against my skin, and my pussy is aching again.
“So, tell me more about your aunt. Why is it you’re going back?”
My face creases. “Uh, because you don’t need a reason to visit family.”
“Right.” His T extends. “Normal family life.”
I take hold of his other hand and interlace our fingers, as I can see the sting, whether he wants to admit it or not. He lacks the experience of family life. “It must suck.”
“Nah, it’s okay. It’s all I know. I actually saw my sister the other day. Mostly business, though.”
“No chitchat about life?”
“A little, and I’m okay with that.”
“Liar,” I accuse in a neutral tone, but he doesn’t respond, and it’s obvious that he wants to move on.
“Anyhow, it’s the festival. It’s a big thing.
I’ve never missed a year. Everything you probably hate.
Pie competitions, awards for the best cow, live music, the market, and all the little things that you might consider sappy. ”
“I-I mean… probably.”
I chuckle because he agrees. “Anyhow, there’s that, but there’s also my aunt’s business. It’s facing some challenges, and I want to see how I can help.”
Concern finds his face. “Tell me.”