Chapter Thirty-One
Georgie
I was starting to love the offseason. I’d missed selling books. Something strange happened during the Carnival season. People seemed to forget the books part of the store. Truth be told, so did I, because almost no one walked in to buy them. Everyone was too focused on the beads and other Carnival items.
But I'd gotten a new delivery today. My "Surprise Book Boxes" had been a success in the past, so I thought I’d try them again.
Customers came in, told me what they usually read, and also what kind of TV shows they usually watched, and I made a box with twelve books pertaining to their interests. So far, I had a perfect track record—zero complaints. Before starting it, I'd been terrified that I would get too many returns, but that hadn't been the case. Today, I’d sold a record number of thirteen boxes. I was over the moon.
If only my heart weren't so heavy. I’d kind of hoped that Julian would call me again sometime in the afternoon, but he hadn't. I’d probably been too honest and scared him away, but I didn't want to hide anything from him. I realized now that I'd been hoping deep down that he would tell me it had just been a figure of speech, and of course he saw a future together for us. But that hadn't happened.
Then again, it was unfair of me to hold him to that. He and I had been so caught up living in the moment that we never even discussed the future.
Georgie, always count your blessings, I reminded myself. I had a man who spoiled me rotten. At least I hoped I still had him. And if not, I had some really, really good memories to look back on.
My store was doing a lot better than I'd expected for the lull after Mardi Gras. My clients trusted me enough to actually call me when they heard the nasty things Kyle was spreading about me. Everything was going perfectly. I had many things to be grateful for.
I was about to go in the back when the front door opened and the bells chimed.
"We're closed,” I yelled, then turned around. “Oh! Hi, Julian."
"Hey." He flashed me his trademark lazy smile. Was I imagining it, or was it a bit more reserved than usual?
"I was about to lock up," I said nervously.
He stood by the doorway for a bit before taking a few steps inside the store. "I've wanted to come here quite a few times today."
My heart grew a bit lighter at his words. "You did?"
He came even closer. I wanted to round the corner and meet him in the middle just to feel him near.
"But you specifically said not to, and I figured waiting was better. Now we get the place all to ourselves."
I stayed put, taking a deep breath. I exhaled in relief when Julian walked up to me.
"I apologize for the way I reacted this morning. I apologize for last night too. I didn't realize how callous I sounded."
I shrugged, looking down at my feet. "It wasn't callous, just not what I wanted to hear."
He touched my jaw with the back of his fingers. “What was it that you wanted to hear?"
I shook my head. "I don't know," I whispered. The truth was that I simply wasn't ready to open up my heart like that again. I already felt far too vulnerable.
"Then I'm going to tell you what I should've said. How I really feel. I love you, Georgie."
I glanced up so quickly that he had to pull back. I'd been millimeters away from bumping my forehead into his nose.
"I love you so fucking much. I should've told you that a while ago, but...”
"Things have been moving too fast," I finished for him. I was smiling with my entire face.
And would you look at that? My heart was no longer heavy.
"When you were at my house, I realized how strongly I feel about you. I simply didn't want to let you go."
"Watching me puke made you reach that conclusion?" I giggled.
"I liked taking care of you, Georgie. I want to do it forever. I liked having you there: in my bed, in my house, on the patio, you smiling in the sun. All I could think about after you left was how to lure you back in. This isn't my forte. It has never been. I honestly never thought I’d want to be in a relationship. But now I'm thinking my grandmothers were right. That I simply hadn't met you . And now that I've found you, Georgie, no way in hell am I letting you go.”
I narrowed my brows. "Wait, your grandmothers know? What do they have to do with us?"
"Long story. I don't want to get into it right now. Let's just say that they did give great advice. And," he said, reaching into the pocket of his pants, "I also brought you this."
I immediately took the bottle from him. "Is this a refill? I've been meaning to ask for one." I uncapped the little dark red container and sniffed it. It wasn’t my perfume, but it was the most delicious thing I'd ever come across. This one was light and seductive at the same time. It was fresh but also had a certain gravitas that I loved.
"This is heavenly."
I opened my eyes. Julian was looking at me intently. He took the bottle, put it on the counter, and then grabbed my hands, bringing them to his mouth.
"It's supposed to say, 'I love you, and I want you to be mine forever.'"
I swallowed hard, my eyes burning a little. I couldn't start crying when this man was declaring himself so beautifully. "It definitely, definitely says that."
"Good."
Then he lowered my hands and kissed one corner of my mouth. Heat shot between my thighs. He kissed the other corner of my mouth, and now the tips of my breasts were on fire. I was extra susceptible to this sexy man right now.
I sighed and Julian groaned. He put a hand at the small of my back, pulling me against him. And then he kissed me so hard that I couldn't restrain myself and moaned against his lips.
I pulled my head back slightly. "Julian, " I whispered. "People can see from the streets."
"Then let's go in the back," he said between growls.
I had absolutely nothing against that.
The way my body was acting, there was no way we could make it out of the store. But I couldn't even make it to the back. Instead, I rose on my tiptoes and literally attacked my man right here in my store for the whole street to see. He took me in his arms, hands gripping my ass, and headed with me to the back.
I clicked off one of the light switches on the way so the front of the store was pitch-black.
***
Julian
––––––––
We moved into one of the rooms in the back where there wasn’t much except a mirror, some chairs, and a table. Boxes were stacked in one corner. There was a thick carpet in front of the mirror.
Georgie’s skin was exquisitely soft to the touch. I stroked her arms with the back of my fingers, moving my hands up and down slowly. Her skin turned to goose bumps. I was savoring every reaction, every huff of breath, every sharp inhale.
This moment right here was more special than any time we'd been together before. I felt closer to her now than I ever had. When she stilled, I knew she was ready for more. I tilted forward, kissing a line from her earlobe to the corner of her mouth. She parted her lips slightly, but I didn't kiss her. Instead, I moved my lips to the other corner of her mouth and then traced up a line to her earlobe.
"I want you so much, you have no idea."
I lowered my mouth to her neck. She tilted her head backward on instinct, making it easier for me to explore her.
"I'm going to keep you right here forever so I can do all the things I want to you."
"I'm not complaining," she whispered.
But now I needed to feel even closer. I straightened up after reaching her clavicle and captured her mouth. She was resting her forearms on my chest, and I could feel the moment she went from taut to relaxed in my grasp. She was so on edge that even a simple kiss provided her relief. I grabbed her dress by the middle, tugging it upward. It went easily, thank fuck, because I was already so desperate to explore her that I couldn't pay attention to what I was doing. I was acting on instinct.
I paused the kiss, stepping back.
She held up her arms, and I immediately pushed the dress higher. It got caught on her bra, but I freed it easily enough.
Once it was over her head, I found she was staring at my own shirt. It was easier to get rid of that. The fucking pants were always more work, and I didn't want to pause touching or kissing her for that long. So I placed my mouth on her shoulder, teasing it by drawing small circles with my tongue while I took care of my belt and zipper. I dropped my pants and boxers and kicked them off as soon as possible.
"This is a record," she whispered as I lowered myself to my knees so I could kiss down her body. "You got completely naked faster than me."
"I wanted nothing between us," I groaned against her skin. "Don't worry. I'll take everything off you too."
I stopped shortly above the hem of her panties, moving my mouth lazily as I'd done on her shoulder from one side to the other. I gave her my tongue, too, and felt the way her abs contracted more.
"Julian," she whispered.
My name in her mouth was a plea. I pushed her panties to one side. Fuck me, she was so damn slick. I knew she was wet but had never imagined she was so drenched.
She was looking down intently, trying to anticipate my next move. Maintaining eye contact, I pushed two fingers inside her. She jerked her hips backward and then forward while crying out, her eyes wide and unfocused.
Fuck. Watching her come undone fueled my need even more. I grabbed my cock, pumping up and down. Her eyes widened even more.
I motioned to the mirror. "Look there."
Watching her profile in the mirror while I worked my own cock was almost too much for me. It definitely was too much for her, because she coated my fingers even more.
"Watching turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Yes," she whispered.
My woman was naughty, and I liked that a lot.
I could pleasure her with her panties moved to one side like this, but I always wanted to be able to put my mouth on her clit too.
Taking out my hand, I commanded, "Take them off now. Quickly."
"Julian," she whimpered.
"I know you need my fingers, gorgeous. I'll give them to you right away. I'll give you everything. Everything that pussy needs, it will get."
She gasped as she stepped out of the panties and then resumed her position. I pressed my fingers on her opening before sliding them inside her again, and she moaned.
I squeezed my cock even tighter at the sound.
"Look in the mirror," I commanded.
She was already trembling lightly, but she turned her head.
"Look at me putting my mouth on you while you feel my fingers inside you."
"You're touching yourself," she whispered. "That's so sexy."
When I swiped my fingers over her clit, she gasped and jerked her chest forward, clenching around my fingers so tight that I couldn't move them anymore. Then the tightness released a bit, but that was okay. I didn’t need to move my fingers to make her come. I curled them slightly while I started to suck on her breast.
"Julian... Julian..."
Every time she called my name, I squeezed my cock tighter. Fuck, I wanted her mouth on me. I needed it just as much as I needed my next breath. And I wanted that right now.
So I pulled her down on the carpet. “You are fucking gorgeous. Take my cock in your mouth."
She moved fast, and that turned me on even more. I positioned us so I was lying on the carpet and she was on top of me.
This was perfect. Her clit was right over my mouth and I could move my hand freely inside her.
Then I felt her tongue on the tip of my cock. She pressed the flat of it against me, licking while holding one hand at the base. I momentarily lost all sense of myself. But then I moved my tongue against her clit the exact same way she licked my cock, and she groaned loudly. This was turning both of us on even more than I'd anticipated. When she lowered her mouth on my cock, I knew it was time for her to come.
I curled my fingers once more. I knew her body well enough, what she needed. She didn't need me to nip at her clit right now, no. While I curled my fingers, touching her G-spot, I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue. She came with my cock in her mouth. The experience was absolutely surreal. Because her body was over mine, I felt every vibration coursing through her, starting from her center and traveling up her belly and breasts. I felt it through her mouth, too, forming a cycle of tension and release. I relentlessly licked her clit and curled my fingers inside her until she was trembling in earnest. Then she slowly started to calm down, though her muscles were still spasming. With my free hand, I grabbed her ass.
"Julian." She let go of my cock, taking in a deep breath. "Julian, oh!"
I sucked her clit into my mouth, and her body convulsed once again. Her ass cheeks tightened. Then she went completely limp.
"Turn around, Georgie."
Even though she'd seemed spent a few seconds earlier, I felt her body tense up once more. She needed my cock.
She moved on all fours around me until her face was level with mine. She had a huge smile.
I motioned with my head to the left. "You can watch us in the mirror."
Licking her lips, she turned her head slightly and frowned. "Why do I like this so much?"
"Enjoy it, babe."
I grabbed her ass with both hands, lowering her onto my cock. After having her mouth on me, I was already on fire. I watched her in the mirror as she closed her eyes and moved her shoulders in a jerking manner. Then she dropped her head back. A groan reverberated through her whole body once more as I buried myself balls deep inside her.
Every time we were together, everything felt more intense. But nothing, nothing compared to this. I felt the pleasure take over every cell of my body. She started rolling her hips with her head still tilted backward. She looked like a vision, and I couldn't get enough of her. But I also wanted far more friction, so I started to move too. I grabbed her hips and shifted her on top of me while I also rolled mine under her. I was pressing my pelvis against her clit every time, but I knew she would need more than that to come again.
"Touch your clit with one hand and your breast with the other. Circle your nipple and your clit the same way."
"Now?" she whispered. "I'm going to explode if I do that."
"That's exactly what I want, beautiful. To watch you explode while my cock is buried deep inside you."
She tentatively put one hand on her breast and the other on her pussy. She moved her fingers in a circling motion over her clit right away, but it took her a few seconds to do the same on her nipple.
It had precisely the effect I wanted. Her eyes shot wide open, and she squeezed me so tight that if I were in any other position except under her, she would've pushed me out. My woman was coming, and I could watch her all I wanted by looking straight at her and in the mirror.
Her mouth formed a huge O, but no sound came out. The rest of her body was like a live wire. She undulated on top of me. She took her hand off her clit, crying out, and grabbed her other breast as well.
I briefly glanced at her in the mirror. Fuck yes, her back was arched. But then I watched her directly because I wanted to look at her face. She was always beautiful, but even more so when she was overwhelmed by the sensations I was giving her.
The tension inside me spiraled. Pleasure moved over me in a tidal wave, gripping me completely. I shut my eyelids to process everything. But even as my own groans filled the room, I was still aware of her, the way she felt on top of me, the furious way in which she moved, and the delicious sounds she made. I drank everything in.
When I knew she'd ridden out her orgasm, I pulled her lightly to me so she was lying on my chest, my cock still deep inside her. I turned my head sideways, watching us in the mirror.
I'd please her just like this every single day—multiple times a day, if I could.
Forever.