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I’m already yours.
“Let go so I can sign it. And when I’m done, I’ll sign your cock with my tongue so you can know I’m serious too,” I told him, feeling flirtatious now that the fear had faded.
His eyes widened, and his nose flared. He released me. And as I signed the contract with my finger over the phone screen, Julian stood up and began freeing his cock from his shorts. That thang was already hard and ready.Good.
Because I was feeling a little thirsty!
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
STEFANIE
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AFTER SIGNING THE CONTRACT, and then using my tongue to write my first, middle, and last name across Julian’s cock, we spent the rest of the morning in bed, sealing the deal. We had to reheat breakfast because it was cold by the time we came up for air.
Over the next few weeks, it didn’t take long for us to fall into a routine that he and I were comfortable with. In fact, we were more than comfortable. It was like we’d been living together for years.
And he kept up his end of the deal, taking care of me and making sure my days were as stress-free as possible. And I kept up my end, working on my novel and taking breaks when he told me to.
Every morning, I woke tangled in Julian’s arms. My room now had a new smell. The scent of his body wash clung to my sheets. And every morning when he left for work, the smell of his cologne lingered after he was gone.
Sometimes, I sprayed it around the house long after he’d left so the scent could still be in the air as I worked on my book. The sound of his key in my door got me excited every afternoon.
And on the days he came home around noon to eat me for lunch, I had this pussy waiting on him, knowing his sweet tooth demanded he get a taste of her so he could focus while at work. Needless to say, I was becoming obsessed with Julian Cattaneo.
Some mornings, he kissed me awake, slow kisses that wandered from my collarbone to my hips, his mouth teasing me awake. Other days, he wasn’t so patient. He'd flip me onto my stomach, lift my hips, and sink into me without a word. I’d still be half-dreaming but already desperate for him as he fucked me awake.
And not once did I ever tell him no. Not when he carried me into the shower and pressed me against the tile, fucking me until my knees buckled. Not when he dropped to his knees after breakfast, buried his face between my thighs, and ate my pussy until I couldn’t stand.
Not even when I was sitting in bed, tapping away at my laptop, and he decided my panties were distracting him and needed to come off right then and there.He’d laid next to me, slowly playing with my pussy as I wrote a steamy scene.
Best inspiration ever!
I never said no to Julian Cattaneo. I saidmore.Because that’s what I craved. More Julian. More days with him and his adorable smiles. More mind-shattering sex that left me panting and not knowing what day it was.
More of this wild, breathtaking happiness that made me feel like maybe, just maybe, it could last past this summer. Mornings became a routine of slow kisses and even slower breakfasts with Julian standing bare-chested in my kitchen, flipping pancakes while tossing me a grin that made my stomach flip every time I caught myself staring.
