Page 151 of Alive At Night

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Julian’s lips slammed onto mine.

Apparently, his restraint and control had been just as close to snapping.

“It was so hard,” he rasped between hard kisses. “It was so hard not to touch you beneath the table at dinner. Knowing you are so wet and naked for me beneath that dress. I’ve been dying to get you alone all night.”

“We are alone,” I pointed out, my head beginning to spin from the tight space and the proximity of every part of Julian to every part of me.

“We are, huh?” Julian’s hand slipped beneath my dress, his fingers crawling over my bare skin. “So if I made you scream right now, no one would notice?”

“Oh, I—”

Even if I had an answer, I wouldn’t be able to talk. Julian’s fingers were tickling the seam of my legs, caressing them apart. He wanted me to spread my legs for him, and I didn’t know how to resist—not anymore.

“I’ve always wanted to be able to render you speechless,” Julian murmured, brushing his lips over my jaw.

I let my body talk for me, shifting so Julian could drag his finger across my inner thigh, teasing my slit with the tip of his finger. And then I had to swallow a whimper, not wanting him to know how easily he could make a mess of my pussy. Except he already did know. Because a second later, he slipped his hand from beneath my skirt and brought his glistening finger—the one that swept between my legs—to his lips.

No sooner had his tongue wrapped around it, sucking off my arousal, than Julian dropped to the ground with a low groan. I gasped his name, unconsciously threading my fingers through his hair. His expression glowed, but I only got to enjoy it for a second before Julian dipped his head, kissing a path beneath my skirt.

“You’re dripping down your thighs, and it’s a bit of a mess,” he mumbled, “but since it’s my fault, I’ll help clean you up.”

I wanted to roll my eyes at the cockiness in his tone but threw my head back with a moan instead. Julian’s tongue was lashing out, branding my skin with his hot attention. He licked and licked, ensuring that my thighs didn’t have even a bit of wetness coating them.

My hips tipped forward of their own accord, straining for something more. I needed his tongue where it ached.

When he gave it to me, teasing my clit with the faintest brush, I nearly screamed. His fingers gripped my legs, urging them to spread wider so he could bury his face deeper between my thighs. He wasn’t teasing my clit anymore; he was lapping at it steadily and with intent, his tongue driving me to my breaking point.

He wastryingto make me scream, wasn’t he?

“Julian,please,” I begged, my hips writhing between the tight hold he had on them.

His eyes darted up, spearing me with their heat. “Please, what?”

No sooner had he asked the question than he continued his ministrations, his sinfully talented tongue dancing between my legs. Pleasure filled every inch of me, and even though I knew I should beg for him to stop so we weren’t caught if the elevator stopped, I knew I wasn’t going to. I was so damn weak when it came to him.

“Please…please make me come,” I said through clenched teeth, feeling my knees begin to buckle and my limbs begin to shake.

Julian’s lips curled; I felt it. I felt it, and I knew exactly what he was going to do.

He pulled away, standing instead as his wicked eyes trailed over me.

Goddamn him.

“Jul—” I gasped, but the faint chatter of people broke through my thoughts, and I realized the elevator door had opened behind Julian. He bracketed my body with his, shielding anyone from looking at me, but after quickly tugging down my dress, he stepped away.

“Come on,” Julian murmured, giving me his hand. I took it, mostly because I was afraid I might fall if I didn’t. My body felt like it was ready to break if I didn’t get a release soon.

I followed Julian to his apartment door, where he stopped and looked over at me. He licked his lips while his eyes fell to my mouth, lingering on it before he finally spoke. He gripped my chin lightly before brushing his thumb over my lower lip. His voice dropped low enough that it made my knees even weaker. “I like this color on your lips,” he breathed. “But I think it will look even better when it paints my cock later.”

I flicked my eyes up to his. “Open the door and we can find out.”

Julian’s smirked wolfishly.

And then he opened the door.

ten years ago

Juni stood in my garage, wearing a dress.

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