Page 126 of Scandalous Contract
“Five...”
“I’m here,” I pulled the door open, almost out of breath.
There he stood. Julian Cattaneo. Shirtless. Jogging pants riding low on his hips. No shoes, just socks. Damp hair curling around his forehead, his chest rising and falling like he’d sprinted straight from his home to my doorstep.
But the car parked crooked in my driveway let me know he hadn’t. He seemed just as out of breath as I was. He looked like lust incarnate, and he looked furious.
“Julian...”
He didn’t let me finish. He stepped in, kicked the door shut, then reached back and locked it behind him, his dark eyes never leaving mine. He tossed his keys and phone onto my couch without turning his head.
This man had never been in my house, yet he was moving like he had.The fuck?His gaze dropped to the parting in my robe, then climbed slowly back to my face.
“Did you really think I was going to let you use a toy?” he asked.
“There’s no way you got here that fast,” I whispered.
“I started on the way here the moment you said you needed my help with something.”
“But, where are your shoes?”
“Fuck them shoes.”
I guess there was no point in asking where his shirt was, either.Fuck that shirt. I stared over his body.
“Did you just get out of the shower?” I asked.
“I did.”
I held in my smile. This man was so damn over the top. No man had ever done anything like this to get to me.
“Using toys without me present is cheating,” he told me.
“But...”
“No buts. If you need more, I’ll be the one who gives you more.”
He went to his knees in front of me.
“Put your leg over my shoulder.”
My lips parted, stunned.Both sets. But my body obeyed before my brain could argue. I let the robe fall, my skin prickling with anticipation. I lifted one leg, balancing myself with a hand against the wall.
As soon as my leg touched his shoulder, he leaned forward and sucked my clit into his warm mouth. A moan slipped out before I could catch it. His tongue moved like he knew my body better than I did, slow, then faster, then teasing.
He didn’t rush. He savored. He didn’t merely pleasure me. He feasted. I gripped his damp hair, grinding gently into his mouth, gasping as he sucked and licked me like he was starving and I was the only meal left on the face of the earth.
“Julian,” I whispered.
He didn’t stop. He grunted in response, the vibration against me making my knees weak. One of his hands slipped beneath me, holding my ass, angling me just right. The other slid up and down my thigh. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All I could do was feel as his tongue worked its magic.
“Miss you,” he groaned against my pussy. “Missed you so fucking much.”
He squeezed my ass and pulled me closer, grinding his mouth against my pussy. My hips bucked, my nails digging into his scalp as my body trembled. I was about to cum again, but this time in his mouth.
My body was shuddering harder now, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was no longer in control. My pussy was the remote and Julian’s mouth was pressing all my buttons at the same time.
I felt like I was about to glitch. Sensory overload. I moaned his name as my climax hit me like a burst of molten lava exploding during a volcanic eruption, hot, relentless, unstoppable. I cried out, my head falling back as I rocked against his mouth.
