Page 17 of How We End
CHAPTERNINE
WYATT
October 21
I was seeing Julian again tonight.Mostly because I wanted to.I enjoyed my time with him.No, I enjoyed having sex with him.Margo and I argued over the price and how I was going to explain it to Maverick.I reminded her neither she nor Maverick was my pimp or my keeper.
I checked my reflection one last time in the bedroom.This time Julian had been clearer about what he wanted me to wear.Something that doesn’t take a lot of time to get off.So I opted for a steel gray robe and nothing else.
I could hear Jackson and Julian talking in the hall.Jackson opened the door, and Julian stepped in.He didn’t wait for Jackson to pat him down.He rushed to me, cupping my face between his hands and kissing me.
I stepped into the kiss, his hands moving to my ass, pulling me closer.This felt like a different Julian than the night before—more like a client.And maybe that was easier.Safer.
“Are you forgetting something?”I glanced over his shoulder at Jackson.
“I had him pat me down in the elevator.”He smiled, kissing the tip of my nose.
“He’s clear, Cass.You got four hours, puck boy,” Jackson said, walking into the kitchen.
“You look amazing.”He traced a finger across my collarbone.My nipples tightened at his touch.I wanted to fuck him so badly.Fucking him reminded me of what sex felt like before it was a job.
“Do you want something to drink?”
His eyes followed his finger down my chest and into my robe.His hand slid inside my robe, cupping my breast.“If I said no, would you think less of me?”
“No.”I untied the sash from my robe, letting it fall to the floor.
“Good.”Julian picked me up, his mouth on my neck as he carried me into the bedroom.He set me on the bed, his mouth hot on my neck and then my breast as he unbuttoned his shirt.I could hear him struggling to get out of the rest of his clothes, cursing at wearing a belt.He pulled away long enough to finish undressing.An ugly blue and purple bruise marred his left side.
“What happened?”My finger fluttered over the mark.
“Nothing.”He took my fingers and kissed my palm, then my wrist, guiding me back down onto the bed.He moved lower, pressing kisses along my stomach.His touch felt featherlight as he kept going.Lower.Much lower.
I should stop him.I usually didn’t let men go down on me—mostly because they weren’t good at it.And because it felt too intimate.Sucking a cock wasn’t.
“Julian.”I pushed up onto my elbows.“You don’t have to.That’s not what this is.”
My job was to please him.To make sure he walked away satisfied.Suck his cock or do whatever his wife or girlfriend wouldn’t.Not lie here like some first date.
“It’s my four hours to do with as I please.”His eyes were dark with desire.“Unless you don’t want me to.”His voice dropped to a whisper as he kissed my hip.
“God, no.It’s… I should be there, and you here.”He made it hard to say no—especially the way he looked at me from between my legs.The muscles in his shoulders pulled tight.One hand gripped my thigh.
A lazy smile crossed his mouth.“There will be plenty of time for that.Now relax, and remember, the customer is always right.”
I watched the way the light played off the muscles on his back.I’d do it this once, because that was what he wanted and I was here to give him what he wanted.And if he wanted to spend the next four hours trying to make me come, so be it.But at this rate, it wouldn’t take that long.
I felt a lightness race up my spine.It made my body feel light and my limbs sluggish.I couldn’t catch my breath, and for a moment, nothing else mattered.Hell, I couldn’t focus on anything other than his mouth, his hands.That fucking mouth of his.Because he was very, very good at this.
I could feel my orgasm building.This felt nothing like getting myself off.That was a release, predictable.But this… this consumed me.My control slipped with every breath.And losing it—that was dangerous.
“Julian, please.”The word slipped out before I could stop it.
He made his way back up to me.“Please what?”
Fucking hell, this man was good.“Please fuck me.”I reached for a condom.
He slowly slid into me.I watched him, watched the muscles in his neck and arms flex.Watched the blue light dance across his features.It had been a long time since sex consumed my thoughts.
