28. Julian
JULIAN
S omehow my body knew the moment Lance entered the library. I turned from the patron I was assisting and looked toward the door. My breath caught. How did he manage to get hotter every time I saw him?
I shook my head and tried to give my attention back to the patron, but I was nowhere near as engaged as I usually was in her research inquiries. Lance walked over to my desk and leaned against it, resting on his elbow.
Tony wasn’t with him, thank God. I’d grown used to the little creature. Okay, I adored him, but I didn’t want to have to explain him to our library patrons, and if he was in here one more time, I was certain Marshall was going to insist on my being censured even if I had seniority over him.
I managed to give the woman I was working with the information she’d requested, including some printed-out articles and links to find more of what she needed. I made myself wait until she’d entered the foyer before I looked at Lance.
He was smiling at me, that hungry smile that had given me shivers even when I was trying so hard to hate him. “Are you here to check on me?”
“No, I’m here to take you.”
I frowned. “Take me where?”
“Exactly where I want you.”
My stomach flip-flopped. Was he serious? “I’m at work.”
“I can see that.”
“I have—” I glanced at the huge clock on the wall above Gwen’s desk. “Three more hours until we close and then?—”
“I can’t wait three hours.”
“Lance.”
“Either make an excuse and get your things, or I will pick you up and carry you out of here and you’ll have to explain.”
I glared at him, but I couldn’t keep my cock from reacting to his caveman behavior.
As instructed, I’d gotten myself off last night after he’d left, but it had been nothing like the orgasm he’d given me in that damned beautiful car.
It had taken me ages afterward to fall asleep.
I was restless and unsatisfied, and now he was tempting me with his demands and the knowledge of what would happen if I left with him.
“I left work early yesterday.”
“And how many other times have you done that? Were you planning to use any of your vacation this year?”
“I… I like being here.”
“You’ll like being with me more.”
“Lance, I can’t just?—”
“You don’t have a choice.”
The way he looked at me like he might fuck me right there if I didn’t comply had me growing harder. I grabbed a folder off my desk and held it in front of me. “Lance, you’re embarrassing me.”
“Not as much as I will if you don’t start moving. I left Tony in the car, and you know how that goes.”
“Fuck. This is…”
“This is exactly what you want.” His voice was low, and it made me shudder.
“No.”
“Yes.”
I hated how right he was. Being with Lance was hotter than anything I’d imagined. Nothing in my past could compare to the way it had felt to be inside him or to have him force my orgasm from me the day before and then use my mouth like he had.
Lance looked at his Rolex. “You’ve got thirty seconds.”
I stared at him. Would he really…
“Yes, I really will.”
I glared at him. “Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Read my mind.”
He grinned. “That’s not the only thing you’re thinking.”
“You’re so?—”
“Twenty seconds.”
I ran for the break room and grabbed my bag. Lance was talking to Gwen when I returned, and she was smiling. “I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well, Julian. I’m sure Lance will take good care of you.”
I scowled at her, but I didn’t dare contradict her since she’d spoken loud enough for the whole library to hear. “Thanks. I’m sure I’ll be back tomorrow. It’s nothing serious.”
“Oh, I think you’re wrong there.” Her voice was quieter now so only Lance and I could hear. He stifled a laugh, and I took the risk of flipping her off.
“You need this,” she mouthed.
I ignored her and turned to Lance. “I’m ready.”
His smile was even more dangerous than Gwen’s. “I know. That’s why we’re leaving.”
Fuck. I wasn’t sure I was ready for him at all.
Gwen snorted, then launched into a coughing fit, which served her right.
The ride home was pure torture. Lance spent the whole time telling me exactly what he had planned.
“I’m going to open you up slowly, stretch you, get you ready to take every inch of my cock. I’m going to wait until you’re begging to be stuffed full before I give you what you need.”
I was so damn hard, but every time I brought my hand to my dick to try to give myself a little relief, Lance slapped my thigh. It was sore and stinging already, but somehow that only made me hotter.
“I’m going to watch your face as I take your ass. I want to see how much you love having my cock split you in two.”
Holy fuck. “I don’t know?—”
“Who’s in charge here?” When I didn’t answer, he slapped my thigh again.
“You,” I gasped. “You’re in charge.”
“That’s right, baby. And what do I expect you to do?”
I swallowed hard, not sure what he wanted me to say.
“You take whatever I want to give you.”
“I… um…” I was squirming in the seat, desperate for him to touch me. If he’d pulled to the side of the road and told me he was going to fuck me right there, I would have gone along with it. I was out of my mind for this crazy man.
“Say it. Tell me what you’re going to do.”
“Oh fuck. I… I’m going to take whatever you give me.”
“That’s right, and you’ll be so beautiful doing it, so gorgeous spread out for me with your ass stuffed full of my cock.”
“Yes, please. I’m so… I need this.” How did he always get me to the state where I was willing to beg, to lose myself so completely?
“You’re a gift, Julian. I’m not sure I deserve you, but I will never give you back.”
“Lance, don’t say things like that, not if you don’t?—”
“No more talking unless I say so.”
I whined, the sound desperate and mournful. Lance reached over and traced his thumb up the length of my cock. I tilted my hips, trying to get more pressure. I forgot everything but how good his touch felt.
Then the car stopped, and I opened my eyes. We were parked at his apartment, and there was a woman getting into the car next to us. Had she seen what he was doing to me?
“Don’t worry about anyone else. For the next few hours, I am your world.”
“A few hours?”
“Baby, I told you. I’m doing this right.”
We’d been interrupted last night. I didn’t know if I could survive that again. “But what if someone needs you?”
“Don’t worry about that. I don’t want you thinking about anything but what you want, what you need. I’ll take care of everything else.”
I turned to look at him. His eyes held so much emotion, and it hit me like a wave. Was it possible… No, I wouldn’t go there. I’d just do exactly what he said. Pleasure. Need. Safety. That’s what I had in the moment.
“It’s time to go upstairs now.”
“Yes, sir.” The words felt so natural, and the way he smiled when I said them made me want to say them again and again.
He picked up Tony before circling the car, opening my door, and escorting me up to his condo. Once we were inside, Tony ran off, chattering as if he knew we needed time alone. Lance grabbed my shoulders, turned me around, and held my gaze with his intense eyes. “Strip for me.”
“Here?”
He just stared at me, and I swallowed, trying to wet my suddenly dry mouth. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, and it took me far too long to get it undone. Rather than a sexy strip tease, I was sure I looked like an idiot.
“Take it off, Julian. I want to see your body.” He drew my name out in that sexy way that made me crazy.
I did what he wanted, managing to remove my shirt without getting stuck in it, which for me was about as good as it got. Lance didn’t seem to mind my awkwardness.
My hands dropped to my pants, but Lance took a step toward me. “Wait. We’re going slow, remember?”
“I… um… That was already pretty slow.”
He smiled. “Play with your nipples. I want to watch.”
Embarrassment almost overcame me, but I reminded myself that this was Lance. This whole situation might as well be a dream. I could do whatever I wanted here with him, and there were no consequences like in the real world.
I brushed my thumbs over my nipples, flicking the buds until they hardened. Then I held Lance’s gaze as I pinched them, biting my lip to hold in a moan.
“Fuck, you’re so damn hot.”
For the first time ever, I felt like I was.