Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
I giggle. This alcohol has gone to my head already. “She wants me to pursue you.”
He smiles and winces. “She actually said that to you?”
“Yes.”
“My apologies. She’s shameless.”
I smile and sip my champagne, remaining silent for once.
His eyes hold mine. “What did you say to her, Bree? What did you say to her when she said you should pursue me?”
This answer is important to him, I can tell.
“I told her that I don’t pursue men.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Is that true?”
“Yes.” I lick my bottom lip. “A relationship with a man is the last thing I want.”
He sits forward, his eyes darkening. “What do you want?”
“What I’ve already got.”
Our eyes are locked. “What’s that?”
I smile softly. "A hot boss with a huge jackhammer dick."
He chokes, laughing out loud. “Honestly, Bree, you are out of this world.”
I laugh and then our eyes linger on each other’s as we fall serious. “Your mother is trying to marry you off,” I whisper.
“Yes.”
“Promise me that when the time comes for us to part...”
A frown crosses his face. “Promise you what?”
“Promise me that you won’t make me the other woman.” His eyes hold mine, and I know I’ve hit a nerve.
“Promise me that you’ll make a clean break and pursue any future wife without me on the side.”
He sits back slowly. “I can assure you that I’m not on the market for a wife.”
I pick up his hand and kiss the back of it. “And I’m not in the market for a husband. We don’t have long together, Jules. I’ll go home to Australia eventually.” I kiss his hand again, and he frowns as he watches me. “Let’s just make the most of the short window of time that we do have.”
He turns his hand and cups my face, his thumb dusting over my bottom lip. “You may be the most beautiful woman I have ever met,” he admits softly.
I can feel myself getting stupidly emotional because I know for a fact that he is the most beautiful man I’ve ever been with. His mother’s confirmation that he’s really lonely and troubled has opened up a can of worms in my heart. The grief he has been through alone, while bringing up his two beautiful children… I can’t imagine the pain. No man should have to go through that. It’s no wonder he’s so closed off to the world. He’s afraid to let anyone get close.
I just want to make everything right for him and help him find his way. To be honest, I’m grateful for Frances’s little lunch meeting today. Now I see Julian in a new light entirely.
A beautiful, tortured light.
I smile, trying to snap myself out of these sappy emotions. “You said you were taking me dancing.”
His hand rests under his chin. “Where would my girl like to dance?” he whispers.
My eyes hold his. “Anywhere, as long as I’m with you.”
We hit the wall with a thud, his lips crashing against mine and his hips pinning me to the wall. “Open the door,” I pant. “Open it.”
He struggles to get the key from his pocket, but eventually the door creaks open. He grabs me again and kisses me as he walks me backwards into our suite.
We’ve danced for hours, kissed for hours, and now we're home I can't wait one minute longer to have him.
He turns me and unzips my dress, letting his lips linger on my neck. He unhooks my lingerie and it falls to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my black sky-high stilettos. His hungry eyes drop down my body when he turns me back to face him, and then they rise up to my face.
“I want you,” I whisper. “Please. I can’t wait any longer.”
He loses control and tears his suit jacket over his shoulders, throwing it on the floor.
I slip out of my shoes and pull back the covers on the bed, laying myself down and placing my head on the pillows.
His eyes hold mine as he slowly unbuttons his shirt and removes his pants.
My eyes drop down his body, to the broad, muscular chest, his rippled abdomen, down to the thick, hard cock hanging heavily between his legs. I can see every vein on it, and pre-ejaculate drips from its end.
Heaven.
“How do you want me?” He leans over to kiss me.
I cup his face. “On top of me, holding me close.” We kiss. “I need it slow tonight, baby.” He closes his eyes and his lips take mine.
He’s right here with me. He feels it, too. Whatever this is.
Julian moves over the top of me. My open legs cradle his large body, and I smile at him as my hands roam up and down his broad back. He slides in slowly and we both close our eyes, moaning blissfully.
Our kisses are tender, his cock is deep, and in this moment, I feel so unbelievably close to him. He slowly pulls out and slides back in. “Fucking hell,” he groans. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”