Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Julien
Unfortunately, the next day was taken up by other problems in the office, and Julien didn’t have time to delve into the financials.
He brought his files home, planning to go through them that evening, but all he could think about was that intense moment between him and Emory in his dining room.
A low hum of desire had simmered inside him the entire day, wreaking havoc with his ability to focus.
He’d stolen looks at the angel often, which had only ramped up that desire.
He really was quite beautiful but Julien had realized it wasn’t only attraction pulling him in. It was a need to know him as well.
He couldn’t make heads or tails of these strange feelings.
It was like they had an odd connection—something he’d never felt with anyone else.
There was something more there. More than just that sexual awareness.
Though that in itself was stronger than anything he’d ever felt.
He’d just accepted that he wasn’t the sort to feel raging passion.
But maybe he was?
That thought sent a strange, giddy excitement through him.
He was so damn curious, he left all his files and settled in a chair in his living room with Emory, the angel sitting on the couch with his arms spread along the back.
He wore his usual business attire of slacks and a button-down, but he’d opened several buttons, leaving a sexy expanse of golden skin revealed.
Julien sat there in silence as he stared, knowing he was doing so and unable to stop.
“Do you have family?”
Emory’s question pulled Julien from his thoughts, but it took him a moment to answer. “I’m an only child with two absolutely batshit crazy parents.”
Emory lifted his eyebrows. “Do share. Batshit how?”
“They are incapable of holding down jobs or living in one place. Or even keeping their attention on anything for any period of time. I spent my childhood living in a small RV and traveling all over the country.”
“You didn’t go to school?”
“I homeschooled myself and, as soon as I was eighteen, left them and went to college. There I discovered an affinity for computers, figured out what I wanted to do, then moved here to Seattle because of the tech industry here. I started my company at twenty-four, and it went public four years later. My parents show up around once a year, create chaos, then leave on their adventures.”
“So you’re against traveling?”
He shifted in his chair. “No, it’s not that.
I have nothing against those who spend their lives traveling.
It’s just they never stuck around anywhere long enough to make our lives easier.
I existed on fast food and snacks, and there were many times we didn’t have money for even those.
I wanted to go to school so badly but I was stuck in that tiny RV, cleaning up after them because they truly didn’t care if they lived in filth.
When they visit now, I do not go into the RV because I can only imagine what it’s like inside.
” He brushed some lint off his pants. “To be perfectly honest, most of their money went toward drugs.”
“Oh,” Emory said softly, leaning forward. The movement made his open shirt separate more. “I’m sorry.”
Julien had to force himself not to look at that tantalizing glimpse of nipple, though the thought of his parents did tamp down his libido a bit.
“Apparently, they’ve stopped. They haven’t changed the way they live, but drugs are no longer a part of their lives.
” He sighed. “It’s not easy to explain, but they both have…
explosive personalities, and they just generate chaos.
They especially fight each other. I used to take a lot of walks when I was a child just to get away from the screaming.
It was either that or complete silence when they were passed out. ”
“That sounds terrible.”
“They never screamed at me—just each other. And most of the time, they made sure I had some kind of food, but there was a time they both grew rail thin because they didn’t care if they themselves ate.”
“I’m actually surprised you have anything to do with them now.”
Julien shrugged. “They have tried to clean themselves up, and luckily, they only swing through once a year or so. My father did apologize to me for the way they brought me up. They always show up with gifts now, like they’re trying to make up for my childhood.
But they never understood me and my need for order.
So I think that’s why they never stay long.
” He studied Emory, whose brows were drawn together in concern. “You’re surprisingly easy to talk to.”
Emory’s brows smoothed out as he grinned. “I’ve been told that before.”
“What made you settle in Seattle?”
“This job. I was actually, er, traveling with two friends when I got the offer.” Emory laughed. “With over five hundred years under my belt, I do sometimes travel when one place starts to bore me. But I’m happy here and have no plans to leave until I have to.”
“Have to?”
“People start to notice when you never age. But I mostly hang with other preternaturals, so all I really have to do is change my address after ten or so years.” He shifted back on the couch, bringing one ankle up to rest on his knee.
“So, you have no hobbies, just work. And no girlfriend. Singular focused kind of man, huh?”
“I’ve worked hard to get my company where it is. To reach a place of comfort…and security.”
“And security is important to you.”
It wasn’t a question, but Julien answered none the same. “Security is everything.”
“It’s not though,” Emory said softly. “Living is important, too.”
Julien couldn’t help but look at Emory’s lips. They’d quirked into that wicked smile that played havoc with Julien’s senses. He stared at them, suddenly imagining them wrapped around his cock. His entire body flushed hot.
“You do realize you’re staring at my mouth an awful lot, don’t you?” Emory suddenly said into the tense silence.
“I do.”
“What is it exactly that you’re thinking about, Julien?” Emory narrowed his eyes, his body visibly loosening as he lowered his leg and leaned forward on the couch again.
Julien had never been the kind to beat around the bush, but his boldness surprised even him when the words came out of his mouth. “What my dick would feel like in your mouth.”
Emory’s eyes widened and he blinked at Julien before another slow grin stretched his mouth. “Ever done that with a male before?”
“No.”
“You are such a rule follower, and you do know that would be breaking a pretty big one? My company does have rules about that sort of thing.”
“I’m aware that it would be completely unprofessional, but I’m also finding that I don’t truly care.” He didn’t. He wanted to know badly. So badly that he was about to roll right over that fraternization rule. His hands tightened into fists in his lap.
Emory watched him for several moments before softly saying, “Come here, Julien.”
He stood, body still flushed hot. Blazing, really. Emory was so damned beautiful with his streaked blond hair and that ethereal face. And his attraction to Julien had been obvious several times since he’d come to work for him. He’d caught those gray eyes glazing over as Emory looked at his body.
Julien walked to Emory, his breath catching when the angel leaned forward, putting his face directly in Julien’s groin.
“Are you sure you want this, Julien?” Emory asked, his voice low and deep as he looked up at Julien.
He didn’t answer. Just unzipped his fly. It felt like he might expire if he didn’t find out what that mouth felt like. He took hold of the base and fed his dick into Emory’s mouth.
Emory’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked him in, his tongue teasing the head. His mouth was warm and wet, and Julien’s eyes rolled back. Pleasure shivered through him as Emory started a rhythmic suction, letting Julien slide into his throat with each pass.
Holy fucking shit, that mouth was incredible.
He used his tongue, licking as he sucked, and Julien’s hips started to move as he pumped inside that hot cavern.
Emory groaned, and the vibration felt incredible. Julien glanced down, finding Emory hard in his slacks.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he bit out between clenched teeth. “You’re really fucking enjoying this.”
Emory released a throaty noise of pleasure and picked up the pace, opening up his throat each time to take Julien in deeper than he’d ever been.
Pure rapture blacked out the edges of his vision, but he couldn’t take his gaze off Emory’s face, at the way he seemed to be savoring Julien’s taste.
Like he loved the feel of Julien’s cock moving back and forth in his mouth.
He swallowed around Julien’s head, and an orgasm slammed into him with the force of a tidal wave, washing over him so thoroughly all he could do was shake and empty himself down that talented throat.
Shudders wracked his body, and he reached down to cradle Emory’s head, feeling the silken hair against his palms. But Emory pulled back and licked his lips, another sultry smile flirting with the edge of his lips. Gray eyes stared up at Julien.
“Did that live up to your imagination, then?” Emory’s voice came out raspy.
It was fucking sexy knowing that rasp was because he’d had his dick down that throat. “It was better,” he answered honestly before he suddenly felt awkward—which was not a feeling he usually dealt with. He stepped back and fastened his pants closed.
Emory’s eyes narrowed, his head cocking to the side. “Is regret settling in?”
“Of course not. I wanted that.” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Then he started to lower to his knees. Emory was hard in his slacks, and Julien was not a selfish lover.
“No,” Emory said softly. “I’m good. I just wanted to do that for you.”
Julien had halted midway down at the word no. Truth was, he did want to see what Emory would feel like in his mouth. Wanted it quite badly, in fact. But that no had built an immediate wall he would not force his way past. He did not go where he wasn’t wanted, so he straightened back up.
The awkwardness between them had his gut churning, but he didn’t know how to make it go away. So he did something he’d never done in his life.
He retreated.