Page 49 of Relentless Pursuit

“Very much.” She closed her eyes as she lowered herself onto him. Inch by inch, her arousal coated him as she went until he was deep inside her. “Julian.”

He leaned back, resting on his elbows, looking up at her, waiting, watching. She stilled for a moment, adjusting before finding a slow and steady rhythm. He remained immobile as he took her in. She stared down at him, appreciating the freedom he allowed her.

“I can feel all of you.” She placed her hands behind her, setting them on his solid thighs as she rode him with a fierceness she hadn’t known she’d possessed until that very moment.

She lost herself in him. All things Julian. His masculine form, his crisp scent, the heat of his body beneath her and how she engulfed him entirely in her grasp.Mine.His deep moans fueled her desire, igniting a need deep inside her to bring him total pleasure.

“Julian...” she cried out, because she hadn’t expected him to pull on the chain as hard as he had. “Oh...” A powerful orgasm took course, aiming right for her overstimulated insides. She quivered as she clawed at his thighs, losing herself.

She’d slowed her pace as he sat up to join her. Shoving upward, he left her reeling for more. Her head spun as he abandoned the chain in favor of her hips. She threw her arms around his neck, ensuring that she wouldn’t tumble off the bed during one of his eager thrusts. She was certain he’d never allow her to fall. He was there for her well-being. Her satisfaction and her pleasure.

With each upward motion, he exerted his dominance. She was a goner once she had climaxed. He gave her that much, but with each of his hard breaths and deep groans, he took back what he needed to get off. The one thing he’d never denied himself. Absolute control. His muscles tightened beneath her as he claimed her lips. He held her close to his chest, the clamps wedged between them, his heart thumping fast. Or maybe that was hers? In that moment, they were so deeply connected she couldn’t tell who was moving, who was relinquishing control, and who was exerting it. It didn’t matter if the end result was the same. Mutual bliss. Like none she had ever experienced before.

“Babe,” he moaned just as a warm rush of fluid invaded her core.

“Hmm?” She’d never tire of him filling her. He had her now.His.

“Sorry.” He stroked her back. “I tried to let you lead.”

“You did good.” She pulled back to kiss him. “Everything was perfect.”

“Let’s get these off you.” He gently rolled her off him, resting her on her back. “I have an ointment in the nightstand.” He got up and retrieved a small tube. “This will help with any tenderness or chafing. You’ll probably be sore.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Take a deep breath,” he instructed as he released the first clamp.

“Oh...” It was a welcome relief.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She inhaled another breath and waited for him to release the pressure on her other one.

She closed her eyes, when he dipped his head, tenderly kissing her nipples, swirling the tip of his tongue around them. As she relaxed, he applied the ointment to her. The salve was soothing and created a cool sensation. She wasn’t uncomfortable, but she enjoyed his extra attention. When he was finished, he moved up the bed to join her, pulling the comforter over her as he tucked her under his arm.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me,” she said. “You have a way of making this about more than sex.”

“It is more than sex.” He stroked her hair. “There’s intimacy and an emotional level that comes with being physical. I know when we first started your application process, I said I’ve never been able to separate the two, but that was because I was trying to get you to run.”

“I just thought because you do this so often...” How was she going to get out of this? That awesome orgasm clouded her mind and made her talk too much.

“I rarely do one-night stand matches. I’ve done them in the past. Maybe for a weekend, but most women I’ve been with have been for a few weeks. A couple were even months. I’ve stayed friends with many.”

“You have?”

“It’s not like a break-up. The women I’m with are in this because they need something just as much as I do. Some are as busy as I am and don’t have time for a serious relationship. When our lives got too crazy, we moved on. We agreed from the beginning that we wouldn’t get too attached.”

“And it’s just a clean break?” That seemed a little too easy. But it also scared her. What would happen when he was ready to break from her?

“Not always. I’ve always respected the feelings and needs of my partners. Most of the time, when it was over, we both knew neither of us was getting anything more from the other and it was best if we parted ways. That’s why Sapphire has always worked for me. I screen my applicants very carefully. I’m extremely selective.”

“I don’t think I fell into your normal selection category.”

“No, you didn’t.”

Would she be strong enough to decide when enough was enough? She couldn’t imagine getting to the point where the two of them no longer needed the other. Well, at least for her. She knew this wasn’t a traditional relationship, that was why she didn’t want her family to know, but she never gave any thought to when it would be over. Could she accept that? Be as mature as his other matches and walk away. Be his friend?

“You’re much more complicated.” He broke her thought process. “I knew from the beginning you were going to be different. I insisted I pushed you away because it was for your own good, but maybe there was a part of me that wondered if I could switch things up and be who you were looking for.”

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