Page 65 of The Player Penalty
It’s me. I lose everything all the time. “It happens.”
“You can have the shoes back.”
I twist in Julian’s arms to stare up at him. He’s a beautiful man; everything about him is perfect. His square jaw and penetrating eyes leave a trail of swooning women wherever he goes.
Everything ends. It’s wise of me to remember that.
“Do you know how sexy you are right now?” he asks. “You are all the time. You wear the shortest skirts like they’re designed to tease me. I could flip them up and see what’s hiding underneath.” To prove it, his hand slides under my skirt, a red plaid one this time. “Should I do that?”
My heart thumps. “You should do that.”
“The door locks automatically. No one can get in right now, so we won’t be interrupted, and all the curtains are closed,” Julian says, like he wants to silence any objections before I can utter them.
His efforts encourage me further. He’s been gentle our two times together, to the point he barely considers his pleasure at all. The first time, we ended up in the bath and then shared several soft kisses before falling asleep.
The second time, he was a tad rougher and a touch more aggressive. It was bliss, even as a part of me still worries he’s holding back.
Even in bed, I’m fragile.
That woman we met, Harriett Blackwood, isn’t. She’d be unafraid to demand what she wants. It may have only been one time, but Julian gave it to her. The woman’s body language made that very clear.
Julian’s eyes roam my body, and his hands follow, softly stroking to relax me. I grab his chin, forcing him to look at me.
“You agreed I’m not fragile.” His eyes glaze as realization kicks in. “If you believe that, then show me.”
24-Lily
“Are you challenging me, Lily Webb?” Julian bites the corner of his lip and sucks in a gulp of air. He takes both hands off me and leans back to create space between us. “Stand up. Get between my legs.”
Julian pushes me until I nearly slide off the sofa. Anticipation grows low in my stomach, and a shiver moves through my body.
“Remove your top.” His deep voice thrills me and might even frighten me a little.
I throw it to the floor beside me, then pull at my skirt, assuming that should be next.
“Stop.” The sharp tone in his voice surprises me, and I freeze. Julian remains still, only his eyes moving as they inspect every part of me. It feels like he’s placing me under a microscope, and I suspect he knows it. “Me watching you is all it takes for your nipples to get hard. You realize that.” He leans forward to tweak one and then lightly sucks on it. “Your skirt next. Everything off.”
If my hands shake, it’s from desire rather than embarrassment. Julian is always patient with me, never uttering a harsh word or allowing a hint of impatience into his voice. This is different, and I want more.
The rest of my clothes disappear. I stand in front of him, and a need for modesty hits. Julian always takes his clothes off first, every time so far, to set me at ease.
“Hey, come here.” His voice softens, and Julian pulls me into his lap. “You’re in charge, okay? We go as far as you want and stop when you say stop. One more step now, and then we go further.”
“I don’t want to stop.” For all my boasting of not being fragile, my voice doesn’t entirely agree. I try again. “Let’s keep going. I’m not afraid, Julian.”
“You’re the bravest person I know, Lily. Don’t ever doubt that.” He pulls at the clip, holding my hair up before running it through his fingers and letting it settle along my neck and shoulders. “Leave it down for the rest of the weekend.”
I bite back a protest after realizing he’s complimenting my hair rather than testing me. Loose hair is a temptation to start yanking it again. That might happen, but I’ll damn sure try not to.
I shake my head with acknowledgment, and then he’s flipping us, so I lay underneath him.
“Spread your legs.”
“There’s no room.”
Julian grabs my thigh, setting my leg on the ground. He follows and rests on his knees. “There’s room. Lie still.”
He kisses the juncture between my thigh and pussy, and then his tongue lands on my clit, and I give up following his instructions. My hips buck, and his mouth follows my movements. Julian’s hands wrap around my legs to keep me still as his sweet assault continues.
