Page 18 of Kissed and Missed

Julian hisses in pleasure, reaching a hand around my pelvis to hoist me higher on his belly, allowing him impossibly deep. “Take care of your clit for me. Fuck, you feel incredible.”

My moan is muffled by the mattress as I reach between my legs to rub firm circles over my clit. The sensations are bordering on too much, and yet I hear myself begging for more, for anything he’s willing to give me.

Julian’s muttered words, telling me I’m a good girl, that my pussy feels so good, that he can’t stop fucking me, only make the moment more intense, and I feel my body begin to shake. Then, I’m falling. My orgasm rips through me, so powerful it tears a scream from my throat, and I’m barely aware of Julian collapsing over me, pressing me into the mattress. He’s as deep as he can go, his length swelling and twitching as his orgasm coats the part of me that feelshisnow.

“Oh my god,” I laugh quietly, curling into Julian’s arms as he falls to the side, his expression dazed. “That was…”

“Yes.” He lets out a low, rumbling laugh, a hand resting over his eyes.

Biting my lip, I watch as he lowers it to look at me properly. “I knew it would be good, but I didn’t know it would bethatgood.”

“You knew, huh?” Turning over onto his side, his hand finds my face, cradling it so he can steal another kiss.

It feels like my heart is going to burst. “I totally knew,” I confirm happily as he pulls me close, our naked limbs tangling atop the crumpled bedding.

Time stops meaning much after that.

We have sex again, this time with me on top, riding his cock as he praises me for how I make him feel, how tight my pussy is, what a good little slut I am for him. It’s all a blur, and it’s only when the sky has gone dark outside, that I remember there is a world beyond the walls of this bedroom and the man I’m sharing it with.

“Gosh.” I pick up my phone to check the time and groan, falling back into the pillows. It’s past dinner time, and I really should go check on Leni. “I need to go home.”

Julian kisses my shoulder. He’s sprawled out beside me on his stomach, providing an excellent view of his butt. I was never particularly interested in man butts until I met him, but now I’m obsessed.

“How are you feeling about it all?” he murmurs, clearly exhausted from his trip and the day spent fucking me silly. “Me? Us? I know you weren’t exactly expecting me to turn up today.”

I bite my lip. “Good. Really good.” Then, because I’m suddenly worried, “How areyoufeeling about it all?”

He gazes at me for a moment. “I’m very happy.”

“That your master plan worked?” I poke his ribs, endeavoring to keep the mood light and playful, even as my heart flips at his words. “I should be angry with you for spending that much money.”

His answering look is stern. “I wanted to spend time with you and convince you to take the job. This seemed to kill two birds with one stone. Besides, I believe you’ll agree it’s for a good cause, Miss Vogel,” he replies, utterly unrepentant. “Also, did I mention The Ballard Fund will need your expertise all day tomorrow?”

“Julian! I’m supposed to be working.”

He snorts. “I’ll remind you Healthy Hearts would likely not have been The Ballard Fund’s first partnership had it not been for you. Besides,wedo have work to do.”

“We do? I’m still trying to decide if I should feel bad or not.”

I squeal in surprise as Julian’s hand lands a sharp spank on my ass. “You absolutely should not feel bad.”

“I should go. I wouldn’t, but my sister?—”

Julian shakes his head, smiling. “Go home, Honor. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Beaming, I steal one last kiss and swing my legs over the side of the bed, going in search of my missing clothes. Julian stands, too, and by the time I’ve redressed in my wrinkled work clothes, I turn to find him fastening the button of his slacks.

A hook tugs below my belly button, and when he looks up to find me eyeing him, a grin spreads over his handsome face. “Are you checking me out, Valentine?”

My cheeks prickle with heat at the memory. “Oh god, can we forget I said all that?”

“Not a chance.” Julian strolls forward, his chest still bare, and I tilt my chin up to meet his gentle kiss. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be in a relationship, Honor,” he assures me, fingering the ends of my hair, his stormy eyes searching my face.

It’s painful to swallow. “I thought there was. If it was with you.” If I’m honest with myself, I’m still not sure it’s the right thing to do. All my life, I’ve been the good girl, the reliable, moral, and upstanding girl.

I envy the girls like my sister who really, truly do not care what people think. It’s embarrassing enough to admit it to myself, never mind anyone else, but I do care. A lot.

Julian leans forward, kissing my cheek. “Did anything that happened today feel wrong to you?”

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