Page 39 of Scandalous Contract
HIS GAZE WAS LOCKEDbetween my thighs. Julian lay there on his stomach, his eyes heavy-lidded and intense as he stared at the mess he’d made. The light from the patio window slanted through the blinds, striping across my body in golden lines that painted over my flushed skin and trembling thighs.
His hands rested on my hips, thumbs stroking the curve there as he watched his cum slowly spill from me. I felt it leaking. I practiced my Kegels, giving him something to look at. He didn’t move for a second. He just stared. Like my pussy was a masterpiece he couldn’t stop admiring.
Sprawled out on the bed, thighs spread wide, naked and satisfied, I felt like a work of art. Julian’s hands slid lower until he was rubbing along my inner thighs. Once he reached his destination, he touched me there, thumbs parting my lips.
I sucked in a breath as I felt him pushing his cum back into me with two fingers. A low groan vibrated in his throat as he pressed it deeper inside. He leaned in and kissed my clit softly. No teasing this time. No buildup. Just a warm, unhurried kiss, lips lingering there while his fingers moved with purpose.
"Look at that," he murmured, glancing up at me. His mouth was so close to my pussy I could feel the brush of his breath. “Your pussy’s full of my cum. That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
My hips jerked at his words, a fresh pulse of arousal rolling through me. I was still raw, still twitching from the orgasm he’d fucked out of me minutes ago. But his voice, his words, the way he looked at me... it was all too fucking much! I was pretty sure having him watch his cum drip out of me was the most intimate, erotic moment of my life.
“Shit,” he muttered, thumb rubbing over my pussy. “I fucked you raw without even asking if you wanted my cum in you.” His gaze rose to mine. “That’s a red flag, huh?”
I chuckled. “If so, then I’m a red flag this time, too, because I didn’t even think about a condom until you just said something.” Which was careless as hell on my part.I blame you, Tequila.“But on the baby front, you don’t have to worry. We’re all good there. And I’m clean. You?”
“I’m clean too. But I’ll get a test done just to show you, so you won’t be worried.”
“No need to send me the results. I have a yearly checkup in a couple of weeks. I’ll get tested then,” I told him.
All communication between us would end when the sun rose. My words seemed to dampen the mood a little. This was why these types of conversations should be had before the clothes came off.
Usually, I wasn’t this careless. But Julian Cattaneo had me so far gone that I hadn’t been able to think straight. I still wasn’t ready to think straight yet. I’d save that for the morning. I smiled down at him, but he just looked away from me. Guilt hummed through me.
"I’ll get a towel and clean you up," he said, pressing one last kiss to my clit. "Where’s the bathroom?"
"Connected to the bedroom," I told him, pointing to the door across the room.
He stood slowly, that naked, powerful body casting a shadow over the bed. I know my words had put out the fire that had been blazing between us. But I wasn’t ready for the flame to be doused yet. I wracked my brain, searching for a way to erase that look of disappointment from his eyes.
“Hurry back,” I blurted out before he walked away.
He paused and stared down at me. Slowly, that wicked smirk returned to his face.
“What, not through with me yet, Ms. Adams?”
I loved the way he flirted. “I’m just getting started, Mr. Cattaneo.”
There it was! There was that fire in his eyes.
“Be right back,” he promised before striding toward the bathroom.
I couldn’t tear my gaze from him as he walked away. It didn’t make any sense for a man to be that sexy.Damn. The bathroom door closed with a soft click, and then the sound of running water filled the air.
I lay there, gaze rising to the ceiling, heart still racing. I’d just had a one-night stand. With a man I met today. A smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. I was completely wrecked in the best possible way.
Every inch of my body ached. My muscles were weak, my skin hot, my thighs still trembling. And yet, I felt good. Better than good. Alive. Drained and energized at the same damn time.
I didn’t feel guilty about tonight. I didn’t feel ashamed. I felt like I’d just experienced the kind of workout you couldn’t get at a gym. The kind that left you walking funny the next day and smiling every time you remembered it.
I would be smiling about this for a long time. I heard the toilet flush in the bathroom, and then the faucet was running again. About a minute later, Julian padded back into the room. He was holding a damp towel in one hand, eyes focused on me as he came closer.
He climbed back onto the bed, settling between my legs. His expression was serious now, focused as he carefully wiped between my thighs, cleaning me with a gentleness that contradicted the way he’d just fucked me senseless.
I watched him the entire time. Watched as he dabbed and swiped the warm towel along my folds, moving slowly, carefully, making sure not to miss a spot. I didn’t speak. Neither did he. When he finished, he leaned in and kissed the inside of my thigh, then stood and padded back to the bathroom to drop the towel in the hamper.
I couldn’t help but wonder where the hell this man had come from. How had our paths crossed? I mean, I know my daughter and his sister were roommates. But our meeting still seemed strange because he showed up right when I needed him, at the school and at the club.
And tonight, when I would’ve been alone, scrolling through social media or something, feeling allwoe is me, I instead got to spend the night with him. This didn’t feel like the regular wham-bam-thank-you-mam type of sex.
