CHAPTER ELEVEN
S TEFANIE
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I WOKE UP AND STRETCHED , squinting against the morning light streaming through the window. The covers slipped off me, and I stared down at my naked body. I frowned, and then the memories of last night rushed back to me.
Julian at the club. The car on the side of the road where he ate my pussy. Him fucking my mouth against the door. Me moaning his name all night long. Him eating my pussy in the shower.
I waited for the guilt to come. When it didn’t, I turned onto my side, expecting to see Julian asleep next to me. The spot beside me was empty. I stretched my hand out, touching the space he’d occupied.
It was cool to the touch. He’d left. An unexpected wave of disappointment washed over me. I should’ve been relieved. I was planning to ask him to leave anyway with the excuse that I had to run errands.
I wasn’t really used to asking a guy to leave. I never invited men back to my place. He’d made the task easier for me by getting up and leaving on his own, sparing me the awkwardness. And to think, I’d almost believed he’d wanted more, that I'd need to let him down gently.
He played his part well. I'd give him that. I rolled my eyes. He had game. He’d completely fooled me. Oh, well. I’d only wanted wild sex anyway. We’d both gotten what we wanted. No regrets.
I rose from the bed, heading to the bathroom, but paused and inhaled deeply. The scent of coffee wafted into the room. A smile spread across my face. I rushed into the bathroom and grabbed my robe that was hanging on the back of the door.
My gaze drifted to the shower, and I chuckled. We’d had a time in there a few hours ago. I’d never look at a showerhead the same again. The way he fucked me from the back and held the showerhead in front of my pussy, causing the water to vibrate against my clit... shitttt .
I’d never experienced anything like that in my life. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. Staring into the bathroom mirror, I ran my hands through my hair and arranged my curls into some semblance of order. I then glided lip gloss over my lips and headed toward the kitchen.
I padded into the kitchen, drawn by the rich aroma of coffee and the sizzle of something on the stove. There stood Julian, barefoot and shirtless, his pants hanging low on his hips, revealing the defined lines of his abdomen.
The morning light streaming through the window highlighted the contours of his muscles as he maneuvered near the stove. Hearing my approach, he glanced over his shoulder, a slow smile spreading across his face. That smile. I would remember it long after we parted ways.
"Morning, beautiful," he greeted, his voice a deep rumble that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Morning, handsome,” I replied, suddenly feeling shy. “Uh, whatcha doing?”
"I was hoping you'd sleep a bit longer so I could surprise you with breakfast in bed."
Ahhh. How sweet! Moving closer, I leaned against the counter, taking in the spread before me.
"You’re making us omelets?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"Yes. Sausage, bacon, and cheese omelets with toast and jam," he replied, nodding toward the coffee pot. "Coffee's ready, too."
Unable to suppress the grin tugging at my lips, I moved to the cabinet and grabbed a mug. Rinsing it out, I poured myself a cup of coffee, then retrieved the salted caramel creamer in the fridge. The sweet, indulgent flavor was my little morning luxury.
"Would you like a cup?" I offered, glancing over at Julian as he plated the omelet.
"Sure," he replied, placing the plate on the counter.
“How do you like your coffee?” I asked.
"Black, no sugar or cream."
“Hmmm,” I hummed, trying not to chuckle at his preference.
"The only cream I like is yours,” he added as I poured him a cup of coffee.
Heat flushed through me at his words, and I shook my head, unable to hide my amusement. This man was something else. I turned to find him smirking at me, arms folded across his chest with two plates of food sitting on the counter next to him.
“Did you like my cream, Ms. Adams?” he asked.
If I blushed any harder, I’d turn into a cherry. There was no point in lying about it.
“Yes,” I whispered, handing him his coffee. “I enjoyed your flavor on my tongue, Mr. Cattaneo.”
Our fingers brushed as he accepted the mug from me. The electricity between us was undeniable.
“You enjoyed my flavor on your tongue,” he said, holding the cup. “But did you enjoy it in your pussy?”
This man! “Yes,” I replied, mug to my lips, inhaling the heat of the coffee.
This coffee was steaming hot, but Julian was much hotter. His muscles rippled every time he moved. I remembered the way he’d picked my thick ass up and carried me to the shower. His muscles weren’t just for show. They were the real deal. He was the real deal.
And that dark look in his eyes should be studied. One look from him was worth more than ten minutes of foreplay from other men. He was the epitome of sex appeal, and our chemistry was off the charts.
Pulled into his orbit, I stepped closer to him, loving the way he stared down at me like he’d rather have me in his mouth than food or coffee. His entire body went tense as I approached, his hand tightening around his mug.
“If you come any closer, you know what I’m going to do,” he told me.
“Have breakfast with me?” I teased, knowing that wasn’t what he meant.
“I’m going to have you for breakfast,” he corrected me.
Feeling naughty, I told him, “I don’t mind feeding you breakfast, Mr. Cattaneo.”
There was that smirk I adored.
“I’ll take my breakfast in bed. You can sit my breakfast on my face while I feed you this cock.”
Gush! I was ready to do just that.
“First,” he added. “You need to eat the breakfast I cooked for you. So do I. You wore me out last night, Ms. Adams. I need to refuel.”
I chuckled. “Yes, sir. Mr. Cattaneo.”
The way his gaze darkened at my words made me wonder if this man had a penchant for being in control. Hmmm. That was interesting. I knew I was playing with fire. I was supposed to be kicking him out, not tempting him to stay.
But I couldn’t help myself. He made me want to be wicked. And the wicked me was nasty as hell once she got started. Turning slowly, I strode over to the table and sat down, placing my coffee on the table.
I faced him in my seat, crossing my legs so the front of the robe opened a bit, revealing my smooth brown thigh.
“I’m ready for you to feed me, sir,” I told him.
He licked his lips. My pussy clenched the air at the sight of his tongue. With his mug in one hand, he grabbed a plate from the counter and then walked my way. After placing both items on the table, he stood in front of me, staring down at me.
My gaze was eye level with the tent in his pants. I was ready for him to unleash that beast. I wanted to see it, to touch it, to lick it. Placing a finger under my chin, he lifted my head so I could stare up at him.
“You like calling me sir, huh, Ms. Adams?”
“The question is, do you like it when I call you sir?” I countered.
“I do.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s you.”
My pussy fluttered.
“We should hurry up and eat so I can hear you moan sir while you ride my face,” he told me.
“Yes, sir.”
He smiled and then licked his sexy ass lips. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked, talking more to himself than me.
Even so, I answered, “You can start by letting me have one taste of you before I eat my food.” My gaze dropped to the tent. “Just one lick... sir .”
The smile evaporated from his face. His fingers dropped to the front buttons of his pants. In less than five seconds, his cock was in my face, long, thick, hard. I started to lean forward, but Julian’s words stopped me.
“Relax, I’ll bring it to you.”
This fucking man! I stayed still as he came forward until the tip of his cock was inches from my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked the crown of his cock, loving the way it jerked against my tongue.
I opened my mouth wider, preparing to welcome him into my warmth, but Julian stepped away, taking my treat from me. My gaze jerked to his.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“You said one lick,” he told me while pushing his cock back into his boxers and zipping his pants up.
“But...” I started.
“No buts,” he told me. “I’ll give you whatever you ask for. So be sure you ask for what you really want.”
With that said, he returned to the counter to get his plate. I thought he’d move to the other end of the table and sit across from me. Nope . He pulled out the chair right next to me and sat down.
“Let’s eat,” he told me.
I stared down at my food, no longer interested in bacon and sausage. I wanted a different kind of meat.
“Are you pouting, Ms. Adams?” he asked.
I didn’t have to look at him to know he thought this was funny. I could hear the humor in his voice.
“You’re stingy,” I told him.
He chuckled. “How? You asked for one lick.”
I did, didn’t I?
“You have to be more specific with me,” he told me. “I can’t read your mind.”
I sighed, feeling like he was trying to teach me a lesson or something.
Noticing that I still wasn’t eating, he said, “The quicker we finish our food, the quicker I can carry you back to bed.”
He had a point there. I picked up my fork. Wait! What the hell was I doing? I was supposed to be trying to get rid of him, not keep him around. What would another hour or three hurt, though?
“Not hungry?” he asked before forking a bite of food into his mouth.
“Oh, uh. I was just thinking.”
“About?”
I decided to be honest. My gaze met his.
“About how I’d planned to tell you goodbye first thing this morning. Yet, here we sit, eating breakfast together.”
He took a sip of his coffee, lowering the mug to the table before replying.
Gazing at me, he asked, “Do you want me to leave, Stefanie? And before you answer, remember, only say what you really mean. Because I’m going to do what you say. Do you want me to leave?”
Yes.
No.
Maybe.
I swallowed. “Not yet,” I answered truthfully.
He nodded. “Then I’ll stay until you tell me to go. And the rest, we’ll figure out later.”
“The rest?”
“Your food is getting cold.” He nodded to my plate.
“When you say the rest...”
“I’m here to rest,” he told me. “I’m on vacation.”
“Wait. What?”
“I’m on vacation. I promised my parents that I’d stay in town to check on my sister, just in case she needed me during spring break. So, I got a hotel for a week and a rental car. And I’m considering this my vacation. This is my time to rest.”
“Oh. Okay. But you still didn’t answer my question. What did you mean when you said we’d discuss the rest later?”
He chuckled. “Not going to let that slide, huh?”
I shook my head. “Nice try, though.”
“I tried really hard.”
“I know. You almost got me,” I told him, smiling. “What’s up, Julian? Even last night, you hinted at wanting to talk about something deeper. What is it?”
He cleared his throat and sat his fork down on the edge of his plate.
“Listen, Stefanie. I admit, that day at the campus wasn’t...” he started, only to go silent when a knock sounded at the front door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I’d just forked a bite of food into my mouth when the sound of the doorbell followed the knocks, echoing through the home. India . She was the only person I knew who knocked three times and then rang the doorbell three times.
The bell sounded two more times. My gaze jerked to Julian as I dropped the fork. It hit the plate with a loud clank.
“It’s my daughter,” I whispered, panicking.
He didn’t look concerned at all. “Let’s go get dressed so you can let her in.”
I grabbed his forearm before he could rise from his seat. “No!” I whispered loudly.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t open the door while you’re here.”
“Ohhh.....” he drawled, leaning back in his seat, subtly pulling his arm away from me.
He may not think I noticed. But I did. I just didn’t have time to worry about it. My daughter was here, and so was the brother of her roommate. I could not let my daughter see me with him.
Not today.
Not ever!
“Julian, if I asked you to hide, would you do it?” I whispered, hating the desperation creeping into my tone.
I know this made me look like an asshole. But what other choice did I have?