Page 75 of Taming Scarlet

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he groaned as I got tighter and tighter around him. “You’re taking it so good,” he added as his other hand moved around my neck, tightening around my throat, quieting me, and intensifying the orgasm that crashed through me. “Oh,fuck,” Julian groaned, fucking me faster through it, then jerking hard, coming deep inside me.

His arms wrapped me up, holding me against him after. Until the sweat started to dry, chilling me instantly, making my body tremble.

“Come on, pet,” he murmured, kissing my ear, then pulling me with him back to the chaise, where he yanked up his pants, then helped me into my robe, stuffing my bikini into the pockets.

He closed the front, then tightened the sash, his gaze finding mine once again.

“Fucking love the thought of my cum inside of you,” he murmured, making my belly wobble.

We’d had that talk, of course.

I wasn’t about to take a guy inside me without protection without a discussion. Of test results and birth control.

On the former, we’d both pulled up our most recent results up on our phones while in bed. As for the latter, I’d been on the Pill since I was fifteen just to control a dreadful cycle I’d been dealing with since I was twelve.

We were safe.

And I had to agree with him. The idea of him inside me made my belly flip-flop. Even as I had to do a bit of a waddle all the way back to my room to clean up.

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“What?” I asked when I came out from the shower on the afternoon before we were about to pull into the port in Porto Covo.

We were being summoned to one last lunch with my father and Stephen before we all went our separate ways.

My father said that he and Stephen weren’t going to be taking the yacht back to the States, claiming they needed to be back to New York sooner rather than later. They would be taking my father’s jet.

Julian and I were free to take the yacht back, but we hadn’t made up our minds about that yet.

We were in no rush. But I think we both preferred to travel on land for a while before we got homesick, then took the jet, or a commercial flight back to the city.

“I have something for you,” he said, and I knew him well enough at this point not to trust the dark look in his eye.

“Uh oh,” I said, but I was smiling as I approached him.

“Pull up your skirt,” he demanded.

I didn’t hesitate.

I was always eager to be naked for him.

I gathered my skirt.

“Turn,” he demanded from his seat at the foot of the bed.

I turned away from him, feeling anticipation sizzle up my spine.

He climbed off of the bed, then approached me, his finger tracing the outline of my panties, then sliding them down over my ass, making them fall to the floor at my feet.

“Never get sick of this view,” he said, voice a little thick.

We didn’t have time for sex.

He knew that.

But I still felt the need build.

“Bend forward for me,” he demanded.

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