Page 102 of Alive At Night

I dropped my voice so it matched his. “I already told you not to stop, Julian.”

He smirked before kissing me again, and the perfect way his lips moved across mine proved this was some version of heaven. Every inch of my body screamed at me. My hands needed to move, needed to feel more of Julian. My muscles tensed, doing everything to hold on to him and never let go. The pulse between my legs ached.

God, itached,and it was hard to comprehend that it was all for Julian.Julian. But now that I wasn’t drunk, I felt it with such clarity, such intensity. It would destroy me if I wasn’t careful.

What happened when magnets resisted their pull? It couldn’t be good.

“Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen,” Julian cursed harshly, suddenly mad. Not at me, though. At himself. But it didn’t keep him from kissing me. It didn’t stop his hand from running up my leg, from inching beneath my skirt. “But I just want to feel you, Juni. Just once,” he rasped. “Please.”

At this point, nodding between kisses was the only thing I could do. Yes, I wanted to feel him. Feelallof him. A hardness pressed between my legs, but I wanted to feel more. It wasn’t enough to soothe the ache, the pulse.

“Please,” I repeated, the only word in my brain at the moment.

I felt Julian smirk beneath my mouth again. God, I absolutely hated how much I loved his mouth. How much I loved kissing him. His hand rode higher beneath my skirt while letting me slowly slide back to the ground. But even once my feet landed on the floor, it still felt like I was floating. Our kisses grew lighter, less frenzied. Instead, we exchanged rough gasps and continual brushes of lips against lips like we wouldn’t survive if we separated completely.

“Juniper.” He spoke my name between us, sounding gravelly, desperate. “I’m going to touch you. I need to touch you.”

I tugged on his hair in response, a signal to hurry the fuck up.

Julian’s light chuckle grazed my lips while his fingers inched upward. They traced the top of my underwear slowly, and I wanted to know what the hell he was waiting for.

“Payback, remember?” he breathed.

“Touch me,” I pleaded, and my request had Julian folding in an instant.

“Christ,” he groaned, slipping his hand beneath the fabric of my underwear. “Open up for me, Juni.”

Knowing what he wanted, I widened my stance, thinking about nothing except how badly I hungered for what he was about to give me.

“Good girl,” he murmured appreciatively before sliding his fingers between my legs and swearing under his breath. The rest of Julian’s reaction was lost on me, though. I was too distracted by the brush of his fingertips over my clit and his breath over my skin.

I whimpered his name and felt his lips twitch in response.

“So wet,” he whispered, sounding awed. “You’re so wet. Was it like this before?”

“Before?” I repeated breathlessly while he stroked deeper and deeper before coming back to play with my clit more.

“At the hotel. Did you drench your underwear for me then, too?”

“Yes,” I admitted, tired of taming the truth or reworking it in my head. “Why do you think I said all those things to try to get you into bed?”

“I thought maybe you were trying to kill me. You always are.” He cupped my cheek with his free hand, angling my head to the side so he could swoop in for another soul-satisfying kiss while continuing the magic he was doing between my legs. My knees nearly buckled, and I groaned into his mouth.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said tenderly after pulling back again. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you what you needed this weekend, but I’ll do it now.”

I didn’t get a chance to respond before Julian curled his fingers inside me. A wordless cry flew from my lips as bliss fired through every inch of me.

“Oh, Fuck.Juni.”

I couldn’t agree more with Julian’s rough curse.Fuck. Fucking hell. But unlike him, I couldn’t talk. Julian’s voice growled in my ear as he pumped his fingers faster, making me see stars.

“Your sweet pussy is gripping my fingers so fucking good. I can only imagine…shit.”

“Julian,” I gasped as I comprehended his words. “You should know that I’m—oh myGod.”

My words descended into a moan as he hit a spot inside me that had to be forbidden with how good it felt. My eyes rolled back, my legs weakened, my fingers grabbed onto his shirtsleeves with desperation, nails digging into his muscular upper arms. And then his thumb grazed over my clit, and my body tightened in response.

Somewhere in my consciousness, I realized Julian was pressing little kisses all along my jawline until he made it back to my ear, nipping my earlobe as he murmured bits of sweet, dirty encouragement while finger-fucking me against our office door.

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