Page 159 of Alive At Night

My words caused an appreciative growl to rise from Julian. “Say that again.”

“You can touch me anywhere, Julian. I’m yours, all yours.”

“Fuck, this is going to be the best Monday ever,” he replied thickly.

His response confused me slightly, but the sound of a cap clicking open distracted my thoughts. Julian’s touch vanished, and when it returned, slick fingers circled around my entrance. My breathy pants grew more and more desperate, needing…God, I wasn’t even sure what I needed.

But then a groan flew from my lips when Julian nudged inside, leaving me amazed at how full and perfect it felt. He settled there momentarily, toying. But then his touch was gone, leaving me with the urge to kick him.

“Julian,” I hissed, and he chuckled.

“I’m here, love,” he murmured, and then, true to his words, the bliss-filled pressure returned, making me melt into the bed from the satisfaction of it. He wasn’t using his fingers this time; one of his secret toys hit me deeper, stretching my ass further—just how he’d threatened doing last night. I held my breath as one of Julian’s hands caressed my hip in soothing circles before I felt him pull back completely.

Except the glorious pressure remained, even as he gently moved my underwear back in place.

“You wear your pretty little accessories so well, Juniper,” he said, voice deep. “You always have. And now you’ll wear this pretty reminder of my touch. Just in case you forget even for a second what it feels like to have me deep inside you.”

“I—Jul—” My words stuck in my throat as I twisted to look at Julian, and tingling pleasure spread through me. And since speaking wasn’t possible, I hoped my expression did the trick.

Julian’s lips pulled in a smirk as he looked down at me. I wasn’t sure if I had ever seen him looking so utterly satisfied with himself, not even in all the years that Julian had teased and taunted me.

“We should probably go, Daisy. Don’t want to be late for that online meeting, especially because it’s not even scheduled to go for long. I want to watch you try to make it through with that plug in your ass.”

“I can’t—” I gaped at him, still struggling to find words.

“Oh, you can. You took me beautifully this weekend. You can take this, too. It’ll be less than an hour, honestly.” When I continued to stare at him, he cocked his head to the side. “I picked the smallest one. Does it hurt?”

I shook my head slowly. No, it definitely didn’t hurt. “It’s not that. How am I supposed to—to work like this?”

“You’re very good at your job,” he said seriously, his praise making my cheeks heat. God, his validation shouldn’t make me feel quite this good and especially not at a time like this. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

With that, he started walking away, out of the bedroom. I could only stare after him until I finally came to my senses. Even as I scrambled to my feet, my insides felt confusingly good—like I was scratching the surface of an itch that I couldn’t completely reach. I gasped, and when Julian just kept walking, I gritted my teeth with frustration.

“Julian Briggs!”

He was seriously going to simplyleaveafter that?

“Yeah?” He stopped in the doorway and leaned against the frame as he looked me up and down. I swallowed, suddenly unable to talk. Again. Julian noticed. “Are you shocked at how good my last name just felt in your mouth, baby? There’s a reason for that.”

I balked at him, flustered for so many reasons. But Julian simply chuckled. It was warm, trickling down my spine.Hewas warm, and I was grateful that I’d get to bask in a bit of heat today, even though it was the dead of winter.

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“I’msorry we didn’t have enough time to stop at Georgia’s this morning, but I promise we can go tomorrow.”

My brain was still trying to process that Julian had fulfilled his husky promise from last night, and meanwhile, he was over here talking about baked goods. But then his words caught up to me, and I was stuck looking at him with my mouth gaping open again.

“What?” He looked taken aback at my expression as the elevator doors closed, encasing us as we rode up to our office.

“We?Wecan go tomorrow?”

“Did you not want to go to Georgia’s with me tomorrow? I thought it was your favorite.”

“It is my favorite.”

“So, what’s the issue?”

“Are you going to meet me there like we did that one time or…” I stopped, mulling the scenario over in my head. “It doesn’t make sense for you to pick me up. I could pick you up, though.”

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