Page 131 of Alive At Night

The way he growled my name causedheady awareness to zip through me.Right.Right, we were in a bathroom. On Christmas. At his parents’ house. Shit.

“Do you think they’ll realize?” I muttered between kisses.

Julian shook his head and responded in short sentences while trying to keep his mouth on mine. “They were done with gifts. Everyone’s cleaning up. No one noticed that I left.”

“Good.” I pressed my smile against Julian’s mouth, and it seemed to transfer. I felt his lips curve beneath mine before he cupped my cheek and deepened the kiss again. His lips roved over mine, exploring.

“God, Juni.” He breathed his words against my mouth while sliding his fingers down my jaw to grip my chin. “Please don’t make me go that long without kissing you ever again.”

“Ever again, huh?”

“Ever.” He brushed his lips over mine once. “Again.” And then once more before asking huskily, “Did you like your present?”

I would have thought that the answer to that was obvious, considering how wildly we were kissing, but I obliged him by nodding. “I loved my present. I wished I’d known you were doing that so I could have gotten you something, too.”

His smile caressed mine as he replied. “There’s only one thing on my wish list this year, and you can still give it to me.”

Badly wanting to make Julian as happy as he made me, I perked up. He noticed, and a rough little laugh hit my lips before he pulled back, eyes wandering my face like he was memorizing the moment.

“Juni baby…” He paused, releasing his grip on my ass to reach up and touch something on the top of my head. It wasn’t until I felt a little tug that I realized he was readjusting the bow in my hair. Then his gaze dropped to mine, and it shone with a thousand holiday lights. “Can I have a date for Christmas? I want to take you out.”

On the inside, I squealed. But on the outside, I kissed him tenderly before whispering against his lips. “You can have as many dates as you like, Julian.”

“Thank fucking God.” Julian crashed his lips into mine, transitioning our kiss from sweet to passionate and needy. He cupped me in his hands again, lifting until nothing remained between us, and I felt everything.Everything.His erection pressed into my stomach, flooding me with forbidden desire.

This shouldn’t be happening. Not when the only thing that separated us from the rest of the Briggs family was this bathroom door. But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t pull away until I’d given him something. Something he could havenow.

“But that won’t be for a while, will it?” I breathed, kissing down Julian’s neck. He tipped his head back, letting it hit the bathroom door with a light knock and a rumble from his throat. “Our date won’t be until we get back to Boston. What about tonight?”

“Tonight?” he grumbled, no longer paying attention to what I was saying and focusing more on how I sucked that spot on his neck where I could feel his pulse beneath his hot skin. So I lowered slowly down his body, dragging my fingertips over his chest, wanting to clarify what I meant.

“Tonight, Julian.” I hooked one finger into the waistband of his pants and used another to trace the outline of his growing erection. “I want to give you something tonight.”

Although, it was for me just as much as him. He didn’t let me last time, and I hadn’t quite gotten over that rejection.

“Holy—” Julian looked down at me, clearly comprehending but glitching internally at what to do about it. “But you—I want—”

“I want to, tonight. Me first,” I said, repeating my words from that night in our office. I was on my knees now, grateful for the fluffy bathroom mat beneath me as I tugged at Julian’s belt because I knew we didn’t have much time. “Please.”

A smirk pulled slowly onto his expression. “Did I just hear that correctly?” His voice was husky and soft now, his eyes no longer blue and bright but midnight and deep. “Was that Juniper St. James begging for my cock?”

“I’m not begging.” With Julian’s belt undone, I hastily unbuttoned his pants and yanked down the zipper. “I’m asking nicely. That’s what people do when they want something, remember?”

“You want it?” he asked, his bottom lip gliding through his teeth.

I stroked my fingers over the fabric of his briefs, harder this time. Julian shivered. “I want it, Julian.”

“It’s yours.”

He spoke those words so firmly, so calmly, that my heart flipped. And then Julian kept talking in that low voice of his, and that tingling sensation in my chest spread to the rest of me.

“You know that sound you make when you nibble on the little treats you bring into work?” Julian watched as I pulled down his waistband, and then he grabbed his hard length himself, fisting it. He was…oh,God.“I want you to make that sound when I hit the back of your throat.”

“Well, youhavebeen a good boy lately. So I suppose…” I licked his tip as he held it out for me, not tearing my gaze from his face while I did.

I wanted to see his expression, and I wasn’t disappointed. The muscles in his face ticked, and his breathing came faster as I wrapped my hand around his cock, taking his place so his hand could wind its way into my hair instead. I let Julian guide me, gradually taking in more and more of him until my mouth was stuffed full, and Julian’s eyes were blazing hot as he watched.

And then I sucked, and Julian lost it. His eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenching, fist tightening around my hair. “Jesus fucking Christ, Juniper.”

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