Page 103 of Alive At Night

“That’s it,” he muttered gruffly. “Come on, love.”

“I—oh—Julian.” My attempts at words were reduced to pants. I squirmed against his hand, against his entire body. So close, I was so close to finding—

“Come for me,” he commanded, voice filling with an authority that made my pussy weep even more than it already was. “Stop being so goddamn stubborn, and come all over my fucking fingers, Juniper.”

I wanted to. I wanted to more than anything I’d ever wanted. It felt like I was running along a cliff’s edge, and I needed freedom. I needed to fall, and I needed to fall into him.

Julian covered my mouth with his again. This kiss was drenched in need and hunger, incomprehensible and wild. But when his tongue flicked against mine at the same moment he pinched my clit, I screamed into his mouth, pouring cries down his throat.

My world exploded with rapid bursts of hot pleasure that only Julian could cool. His kisses grew tender and soft as he slowly brought me back to reality, soothing the intensity into something more bearable but equally exquisite.

Julian drew his fingers out of me gradually, like he was savoring the last tremors of my body. Wet arousal coated my inner thighs, and my face flushed as I realized exactly what had just happened. But while slight embarrassment trickled up my spine, Julian had a satisfied smirk plastered on his face. He kept one hand on my hip to steady me while bringing his other hand to his lips, slipping his fingers into his mouth to taste me. He sucked on one finger after another, groaning before swearing abruptly under his breath.

With an eagerness that took my breath away, he grabbed me by the waist and spun us around, pressing me against his desk again. And then I was on top of it with my skirt bunched up around my hips.

“It’s not enough,” Julian gasped, his wild eyes trailing over me. “That taste, that amazing fucking taste—it’s not enough.”

He pushed his desk chair out of the way, and it rocketed across the small office on its wheels.

Then Julian dropped to his knees.

All I could do was watch his head with all its tousled auburn hair dip between my legs. He kissed the inside of my knee before looking up at me.

“I couldn’t sleep last night,” he said, his breaths coming in short spurts. “Ask me why.”

“Why?”

Another kiss was pressed against my skin. His eyes flicked up to mine, piercing me. “I couldn’t stop imagining going down on you.”

All of the satisfaction, all the melting perfection of the last few minutes, vanished. And the hunger returned. His words bounced inside my brain, fueling it.

“Let me,” Julian groaned, his tongue swirling up my inner thighs like he wanted to give me a preview of what it would feel like. “Let me taste more of you.”

I was torn. I wanted that.Really, I did. But I also wanted to have my turn.

“Me first,” I gasped, trying to ignore how goddamn good it felt to have his lips and tongue on my skin.

When Julian didn’t listen, continuing his ascent, I kicked my foot out, placing it on his chest to stop him.

That worked. He paused, glancing at my high heel keeping him in place. Then he sat back on his knees with a burning look that made me question my decision to stop him. I ran my gaze over him, appreciating every little bit of Julian Briggs in a way I usually didn’t get to. I watched as he ran his hand through his hair and licked his lips. I watched as anticipation shone in his eyes. And then my eyes lowered further, and I took in his impressive erection.Shit.

“Me first,” I repeated, slower this time, so he couldn’t miss it.

I wanted to taste him, too.

But to my dismay, Julian shook his head.

“You can’t touch me.” His words were whispered and tortured.

“Why not?”

That hardly seemed fair.

“If you touch me…I won’t survive, Juni.” He swallowed before slowly standing. “I’ll never get over it.”

“Why do you have to?”

Julian’s expression morphed at my question, and a heavy dose of reality washed over me. The magic vanished, and something cruel and heart-wrenching took its place.

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