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Damn.
“I…” I breathe.
That feels so good.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
And he doesn’t. He keeps at it. Slow and hot and teasing.
I fall into it so easily, so ready for him. I raise my hips and push myself against his hot mouth. I wanted to fuck, but this feels so good—I can’t stop him. I want to come hard into his mouth.
My climax builds quickly as I clutch at the sofa and buck against his face. I’m lost in it. There’s nothing else.
It comes in a furry. I moan loudly as I come. I can’t help it. It’s so fucking intense.
I don’t quite settle until my climax finally recedes, and it does, I’m spent.
He slides up to me. “Satisfied customer?”
I laugh. “Yes… a hundred percent,” I tell him, breathless. “You’re getting a five-star review on Yelp.”
He kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips.
I want to pleasure him too, make him feel as amazing as he just made me feel.
“Fuck me…” I whisper. “We’re not done.”
He doesn’t need to be asked twice. He obliges immediately.
He presses his mouth against my cheek as he enters me—slowly, carefully—I cry out softly, my fingers digging into the solid muscle of his shoulders as I cling to him like he's the only solid thing in a world that's been spinning out of control.
This. This is what I've been missing.
Not ownership.
Connection.
We lie tangled together on his oversized sofa, wrapped in a plush throw that smells like fabric softener and him. My head rests on his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear.
"So you're staying with your boss?" His voice rumbles through his chest.
"Yeah. Reeves. He's been really good about it. His girlfriend, too."
"How's that been?"
I trace patterns on his bare skin. "Weird. But better than staying with Daniel."
I tell him everything. The slap. The blood. How Daniel wouldn't let me sleep, claiming concern about a concussion while showing zero remorse for causing it. How Reeves went ballistic when he found out.
Julian tenses beneath me. "He hit you?"
"Once. That's all it took."
His arms tighten around me. "If I ever see him—"
"Don't." I kiss his shoulder. "It's over."
He shifts, gets up. I enjoy the view—tall, muscular, but lean. Lithe. Like a wild animal. An apex predator moving through its own territory.
