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How the hell was I off balance while sitting down? I had no damn idea. The taste of me was still on his lips. It should have been filthy. It should have been too much. But fuck, I wanted more.
He angled his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue stroking against mine with raw, unapologetic hunger. He wasn’t just kissing me. He was wrecking me. I felt owned. Branded. Claimed.
My toes curled in my heels, heat pooling low and thick between my thighs, my nipples pebbling under my dress. By the time he pulled back, I was gasping, my lips swollen, my breath ragged.
I stared up at him, my pulse hammering, my body still trembling from the force of that kiss. The way he was looking at me...God. The look in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. I’d only just met this man today. So why was he staring at me like I was his everything?
Why was he staring at me like I belonged to him?
CHAPTER EIGHT
STEFANIE
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IWAS STILL REELINGfrom his kiss. Never had a kiss left me so shaken, so aroused. My lips were swollen, my brain scrambled. I’d just come in his mouth, and his kiss had me riled up again, ready to come on his cock.
Julian leaned back just enough to stare at me, his thumb swiping the corner of my mouth, cleaning up the mess he’d made.
“I smudged your lipstick,” he whispered.
I wasn’t worried about my lipstick. In fact, I wanted him to smudge it more.
“Let’s get you home,” he added. “So I can kiss the rest of it off.”
Yes. Let’s do that. Better yet, I want you to fuck it off. Smudge the rest of it off with your cock.
He pressed a brief kiss to my forehead and then closed my door and strode around the front of the car just as headlights appeared behind us. Another vehicle was approaching, driving slowly.
I quickly adjusted in my seat, smoothing my dress down, hoping my face didn’t scream that I’d just gotten my pussy eaten in the backseat. The other car pulled up beside us just as Julian reached his door. The window rolled down, and a guy in a baseball cap called out to Julian.
“Y’all good? Need help with anything?”
Gotta love Southern hospitality.
“We’re fine,” Julian told him. “Just had to fix a tire so we wouldn’t have a bumpy ride home.”
