Page 36 of Beauty Of Her

I leaned forward, capturing one of her pebbled nipples between my lips and sucking gently. The combination of my mouth on her breast and my thumb on her clit pushed Julia over the edge. Her body convulsed in waves of pleasure as she cried out. “I’m coming. I’m coming! Don’t stop!”

“Yes, yes. That’s it. Give it to me.” I pressed harder against her clit. I continued to move inside her, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until my cock jerked violently, my balls tightened, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My release washed over me, leaving me breathless, and I slammed Julia’s glistening body against mine. She collapsed forward onto the bed, our bodies still tangled as we struggled to catch our breath. I slipped myself out of her and yanked the condom off my semi-hard dick, tossing it to the side. My arm draped over Julia’s shoulder, pulling her into my nook, and I closed my eyes. This was heaven. It must have been ten minutes before anyone even tried to speak or do anything other than come down from the high of our climaxes.

“Hi there.” Julia smiled and ran a finger along my lips.

“Hey.” I returned the smile, play-biting her finger.

“How are you doing?”

“Is that a serious question right now?” I raised an eyebrow, and we both laughed. I captured her hand, clasping it to my chest. “How are you doing?”

“Great. Absolutely great.” Her soft lips pressed to mine, and it was the first time I believed that I had finally cracked the first wall of many protecting Julia’s heart.

My body was wrecked from last night. I tried to focus on anything other than the delicious aches coursing through my body and my joints. Everything hurt in the best way possible. As I sat in this morning’s conference, listening to some industry marketing leader brag about his stats and achievements while running some East Coast division for his company and swearing these were the keys to success, my mind kept wandering back to Brett. We fucked three times, but I swore the third roll teetered on full-blown lovemaking. He was so gentle, so attentive. It was as if his pleasure hinged on mine, and I refused to let either of us down. As a matter of fact, I don’t recall ever having as many orgasms with Peter throughout our entire marriage compared to a few hours ago with Brett.

While last night blew my mind, I was mad at myself. Why was I asking Brett those questions? From the number of women to questioning his motives with me…why did I need to know when we were just starting? Hell, we weren’t even official. Amelia’s warning of self-sabotaging something good, something new, kept ringing in my ears. She was right. I would ruin this before it commenced and needed to cut it out. I had to remind myself that Brett was not Peter. Not even fucking close, so I needed to chill.

Brett's touch lingered on my skin. His kisses still haunted my lips. I had never experienced such intimacy, such raw desire, with anyone. But as much as I reveled in the pleasure we shared, a part of me couldn't shake off the gnawing doubt that surfaced occasionally. We were at different stages of our lives, with different priorities and goals. Could this intense connection truly last?

It was a struggle to think and question anything else when Brett had to be the first man to come into my life and create this big impact. And, of course, we didn’t have much in common. He was a player, and I had gotten played in the past. My brain struggled to convince me that I wouldn’t be just another number to Brett, but my heart was terrified. Time must have gotten away from me when everyone in the auditorium packed up their tablets and laptops. I returned to reality, realizing the conference had ended, and it was time for lunch. I looked down at my untouched notepad, realizing I hadn't taken a note since the conference began. Sighing, I closed the notebook and slid it into my bag, deciding that I needed fresh air to clear my head.

Walking through the crowded hallway, I was still fixated on Brett. I couldn't help but feel conflicted. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, an electric connection that sent sparks flying whenever our bodies touched. But deep down, I couldn't ignore the nagging fear that this was all just a temporary escape for both of us.

“Julia?” said a male voice.

My head snapped up, finding the voice and pinning it to a familiar face. Robert…just Robert because I couldn’t remember his last name if it meant saving me. He was an ad exec but had relocated from New York to Massachusetts for another agency. We had shared various lunches in the industry over the years, and he only knew me when I was with Peter.

“Oh my God, Robert. How are you?” I cleared my throat, half-pretending my mind wasn’t resting in another universe.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He motioned from my head down to my toes, drinking in my appearance, and his eyes drifted to my naked ring finger before darting back to my face. “How long has it been?”

I took in his appearance, and I’d be lying to say he wasn’t handsome. He had a strong jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a mixture of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place. His sandy blond hair was slicked back, and a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"It's been...what? Six years?" I replied, trying to sound casual despite the thoughts racing through my head. Robert had always been charming and never missed an opportunity to flirt with me when I was married. But now, with Brett occupying my every thought, Robert's sudden appearance felt like a jolt back to reality. Robert should have totally been my type. The kind of guy I would find myself involved with. He must have been pushing forty or slightly higher and settled in life. But the more I tried to convince myself, the more I realized I didn’t want anything to do with a man who wasn’t Brett.

"Six long years," Robert confirmed with a chuckle. "I must say, you look even more stunning than I remember."

My heart skipped a beat at the compliment, but guilt quickly settled. I shouldn't have entertained these thoughts while I was involved with Brett. “Oh? Thanks. I showered this morning.” I shrugged, hoping to find a way to slink away.

Robert threw his head back, throwing out a deep, throaty laugh, revealing perfect white teeth. “I’m glad you still have your sense of humor.” He gazed at me a second too long, and I shifted. “How’s Peter? Is that your husband’s name?”

It was my turn to laugh. “Yep. That’s my ex-husband’s name.” An innocent shrug rolled off my body.

“Really? That’s too bad. Wanna grab lunch together?”

"I'm actually meeting someone for lunch," I lied with a sheepish smile, hoping to avoid any further questions from Robert. "But it was great seeing you again." I turned to leave before he could press for more details.

Robert's expression fell momentarily, disappointment flickering across his face like a passing shadow. But as quickly as it appeared, his charming smile returned as if he understood the unspoken reasons behind my refusal. "Well then, I won't keep you any longer," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "But do let me know if you ever change your mind. It would be great to catch up.”

“Hey, babe,” said Brett.

First, Robert’s eyes popped and then mine as I spun around, seeing Brett standing behind me, looking like he had just stepped out of a men’s summer catalog. His white T-shirt clung to his muscled frame, and Brett’s jeans hugged every delicious muscle roping around his legs.

“This must be your someone.” Robert motioned to Brett.

“Um, yes. Yes, Robert, it is,” I said, staring at Brett while biting my bottom lip. “Robert, this is Brett. Brett, this is Robert. He and I have been in the industry for years.” I motioned between the two men.

“Years? More like decades. We’re getting old, Julia,” Robert said, throwing me an unnecessary wink.