“Oh god, Julian,” I cry out once more as he reaches between us, his fingers toying with my clit, circling it, over and over again, pressing harder against the hard nub, and I find myself right on the edge.
“Look at me, Nea. I want to see your pretty eyes,” he tells me, his mouth whispering over mine.
We’re so close, inches apart, practically one person in this moment. I open my eyes and look directly at him. His tongue darts out, licking my lips, soft and gentle, and I suck it into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth, which earns me an animalistic growl, and I feel his cock throb inside me, thickening, opening me even more, and I can’t help but moan and whimper all at the same time.
“That’s it, darling, come for me, come with my cock in your tight pussy. Fuck, it feels so good,” he tells me, each word dripping lust. He circles my clit once more before pinching it hard, causing me to cry out, trying to arch myself flush against him, and I tip over that edge. I shudder as pure bliss skitters over me and through me. The knot that had been so tight, so unmoving, unravels, and I come hard.
It doesn’t take long for Julian to join me in the euphoria that’s taken hold of my body, and I feel him pulse inside me as my body takes his orgasm. He doesn’t move for a long while until I finally open my eyes again. There’s a grin of happiness on his face, and I knew if he smiled like this, I would never be able to resist him.
“You’re . . .” I can’t find words, so I allow myself to just bask in the afterglow of my orgasm.
“I think breakfast is over. We may have to have brunch,” he tells me with a wolfish smirk that sets my body alight once more, and I’m ready for round two.
Giggling, I shake my head. “As long as you don’t make it, I think we’ll be fine,” I tease, earning me a tickling in the ribs, which makes me squeal with laughter.
“I have to admit, I love seeing you smile.”
His words still me. And when I look into his eyes, I see it, the satisfaction that this may have been one of the best sex sessions of my life. There’s still something that could tear us apart. I don’t know what it could be, maybe his past, perhaps the pain of losing everything in your life. I don’t know, but I don’t want to focus on that right now.
Julian slips from me and disappears from the room into the attached bathroom. I lie there for a moment, enjoying the scent of his spicy cologne, now all over my skin, and I can’t stop smiling. I feel giddy.
When Julian returns, he’s holding a cloth he uses to wipe between my legs. It’s a strange act, not in a bad way, but I’ve never had a man so attentive to do that. Normally, I would race into the bathroom after him.
“Are you okay?” The concern in his eyes shines through as he regards me lying on his bed, naked.
“I am. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever been better.” I push onto my elbows and slowly sit up. When I rise, I look up at him and smile because I can’t find words to tell him what this meant. I know this may not end in a happily ever after, but for now, it’s been magical.
“Good,” he says, pressing his lips to mine once more before he turns and heads back into the bathroom. I find my T-shirt and pull it on before padding out of the room to the one I slept in, to find the sweatpants that he gave me to wear.
Once I’m dressed, I hobble into the kitchen to find coffee waiting for me, served by one of the hottest men I’ve ever met.
“I figured since I ruined your morning coffee, you needed one.”
I tip my head to the side to regard him. “I’d hardly call that ruining. That was . . . well, that was something else entirely.”
“I meant what I said,” Julian says suddenly, his expression turning serious. “I don’t know if this will work. I’ve been . . . It’s been a long time.”
“We’re both grownups, both old enough to do this without feeling guilty. It was fun,” I respond, trying to sound lighthearted, but the disappointment gnaws my gut as I fake my smile. “And if you feel that badly about it—”
“No, Nea. That’s not what I meant. I just, I can’t get into a relationship. I’m . . . There’s a lot I’m still working through. My ex-wife—” He stops, shaking his head. “I want you, that’s fucking clear to me, but I can’t, and I won’t hurt you. There’s no way I can put you through that.”
“I didn’t ask for your permission, Julian. I’m an adult, and if I couldn’t handle some fun, I would’ve walked out.” I can see the war raging inside him. His eyes hold ghosts of the past, and all I want to do is exorcise them.
But it’s not up to me. The ball is in his court.
Chapter 18
Julian
I thought I’d be different with her after what we did. But as the days pass, we’ve fallen into a comfortable routine. Nea arrives early, and we spend time having our morning coffees before we head into the office to finalize preparations for the next event, and then she stays for dinner. After that, I lose myself in her. It’s the only place I feel like myself. I feel normal.
But being this happy comes at a price. Especially
