“She’s your sister,” I pointed out.
“We both know she’s practically yours, too.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, his nose scrunched, and his eyes shut tight. “Forget I said that. Delete that thought from existence, please.”
I laughed, enjoying how mortified he was as he dragged a hand over his face. Poor guy had gone through a roller coaster of emotions in just a few minutes, and while a part of me still thoroughly enjoyed watching him struggle a bit, I also had this innate need to put him out of his misery.
“Relax, baby.”
His body immediately melted at my words. He dropped his hands and sighed, leaning casually against the wall. To no one’s surprise, he was completely ready for work, while I still had an entire laundry list I wanted to complete before we left his apartment.
He raised a brow, appraising my half-covered legs. “Need help with those?”
“No.” A flush immediately rose to my face, and I internally begged it to go away. “It’s just…putting tights on isn’t exactlycute. Maybe you could give me some privacy for a minute.”
A snort left Julian, pulling a scowl out of me. “Juniper, everything you do is cute.”
“That isnottrue,” I insisted, unsure if I should be placated or offended. I was a grown woman with a whole-ass law degree, after all.
“I get it.” Julian heaved a dramatic sigh, but I saw a twinkle in his eye from whatever he was about to say. “You just want me to leave so you can sneak into my bedside table without me knowing. My girl’s curious, isn’t she?”
That definitely hadn’t been on my mind, but now that he’d brought it up…
“Maybe your girl wouldn’t have to be curious if you stopped treating her like she was too innocent for all your little sex toys.”
Julian’s brows skyrocketed, and then he walked toward me, and I felt my stomach drop. Tension balled in my gut as his heavy steps echoed in the otherwise still bedroom. His voice husked over my bare skin when he spoke.
“Turn over.”
He was standing above me now, and I blinked up at him.
“What?”
“You want to be treated like you’re not innocent? Turn over.”
I balked at him momentarily, heat spreading through my body, and then I did as he commanded. Because, goddamnit, Iwascurious.
Flattening onto my stomach with my tights still wrapped around my knees and my dress barely covering my ass, I breathed into his bedsheets. Meanwhile, Julian’s hands spread over my legs, pushing my dress up and out of the way, baring me. He massaged my ass in his palms before gripping my hips and yanking them up until I was on all fours.
“If you wanted it so badly, you should have just asked,” Julian said, his soft drawl riddled with tension. I heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing, and my arms and legs shook from some sort of forbidden anticipation. “My goal will always be to give you what you want, baby.”
“Julian…” I gasped. “We have…we have to go. We have that meeting…”
My words vanished as a finger drifted down the rim of my ass, moving my thong to the side until I was completely exposed to him.
“You’re so pretty,” Julian murmured soothingly. “This won’t take long. Do you still want it?”
He brushed against me from behind, and I felt the clear outline of his arousal. He wanted it, that was for sure. And as for me… I wasn’t even sure whatitwas, but based on how he was teasing a finger from my pussy to my ass, I had a reasonably good idea.
But what did he mean that it wouldn’t take long?
“Juni…” Julian sang my name while teasing every inch of me that he could find. A second finger started swirling around my clit, making me groan into the sheets. I squirmed beneath his touch for only a second longer before giving in.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Julian.”
“Fuck,” he grunted, pushing my shoulders down so my ass was propped up higher. “I can touch you here?”
I appreciated his clarification, but the sweet pressure building deep within me from how he worked his finger between my cheeks left me desperate for more. It was so foreign but sogood.And I trusted Julian more than I knew how to put into words.
“You can touch me anywhere,” I breathed.