Page 50 of Meet Me In The Dark
One step.
That’s all it takes.
Suddenly, my back hits the door again, and Julian is in my space with his hand wrapped around my throat.
Well, there goes my damn wall.
His palm stays flat around my neck, but his thumb lifts and grazes across my jaw in a gentle back-and-forth stroke.
It feels like he’s figuring out what to do with me.
Defiantly, I stare up at him, refusing to look away as his thumb dips, catches the curve of my bottom lip, and pulls.
“I’m regretting not tasting you here.”
The air leaves my lungs in a ragged, broken puff.
“I’m not,” I fight back, the lie tasting bitter.
When he leans in, I think he’s going to kiss me. I brace for it—body tight, chest rising fast—but instead, he dips lower and kisses the curve of my neck.
With a sinfully slow stroke, he drags his tongue from the base of my throat to the shell of my ear, and every inch of me trembles.
“Your reaction says otherwise. I bet your panties are soaked through.”
My chest heaves, but two can play that game.
He only realizes I’ve lowered my hand when I palmhis cock.
It’s hard and thick, straining against the front of his tailored slacks.
Hissing, he squeezes my throat a little tighter.
I look up at him, smile sweetly, and whisper, “And you’re hard as a rock.”
There’s an unspoken tension crackling between us, something neither of us is ready to confront.
“So what now, Celeste?”
And just like that, the next move is mine.
Taking one step forward could break me.
One step back might save me.
But right now, I can’t tell which direction is which.
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Julian
Celeste stares at me with her mouth tilted in that sweet curve, like she hasn’t just reached down and turned my brain inside out with one palm on my cock.
What the fuck am I doing?
I understand it’s a little late to ask that now, with her pressed against the door while my hand is wrapped around her throat.
I should have let her walk out of that boardroom. I should have watched her disappear into the hallway and gone back to work.
