Page 42 of Scandalous Contract
Fuck my life!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
STEFANIE
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IWOKE UP AND STRETCHED, squinting against the morning light streaming through the window. The covers slipped off me, and I stared down at my naked body. I frowned, and then the memories of last night rushed back to me.
Julian at the club. The car on the side of the road where he ate my pussy. Him fucking my mouth against the door. Me moaning his name all night long. Him eating my pussy in the shower.
I waited for the guilt to come. When it didn’t, I turned onto my side, expecting to see Julian asleep next to me. The spot beside me was empty. I stretched my hand out, touching the space he’d occupied.
It was cool to the touch. He’d left. An unexpected wave of disappointment washed over me. I should’ve been relieved. I was planning to ask him to leave anyway with the excuse that I had to run errands.
I wasn’t really used to asking a guy to leave. I never invited men back to my place. He’d made the task easier for me by getting up and leaving on his own, sparing me the awkwardness. And to think, I’d almost believed he’d wanted more, that I'd need to let him down gently.
He played his part well. I'd give him that. I rolled my eyes. He had game. He’d completely fooled me.Oh, well.I’d only wanted wild sex anyway. We’d both gotten what we wanted. No regrets.
I rose from the bed, heading to the bathroom, but paused and inhaled deeply. The scent of coffee wafted into the room. A smile spread across my face. I rushed into the bathroom and grabbed my robe that was hanging on the back of the door.
My gaze drifted to the shower, and I chuckled. We’d hada timein there a few hours ago. I’d never look at a showerhead the same again. The way he fucked me from the back and held the showerhead in front of my pussy, causing the water to vibrate against my clit...shitttt.
I’d never experienced anything like that in my life. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. Staring into the bathroom mirror, I ran my hands through my hair and arranged my curls into some semblance of order. I then glided lip gloss over my lips and headed toward the kitchen.
I padded into the kitchen, drawn by the rich aroma of coffee and the sizzle of something on the stove. There stood Julian, barefoot and shirtless, his pants hanging low on his hips, revealing the defined lines of his abdomen.
The morning light streaming through the window highlighted the contours of his muscles as he maneuvered near the stove. Hearing my approach, he glanced over his shoulder, a slow smile spreading across his face.That smile.I would remember it long after we parted ways.
"Morning, beautiful," he greeted, his voice a deep rumble that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Morning, handsome,” I replied, suddenly feeling shy. “Uh, whatcha doing?”
"I was hoping you'd sleep a bit longer so I could surprise you with breakfast in bed."
Ahhh. How sweet!Moving closer, I leaned against the counter, taking in the spread before me.
