Page 43 of Forever Yours

“What a bitch. Do you know who he is or anything about him?”

“Nope.”

“When’s the wedding?”

Moving, he slid his left arm and leg over me until I was caged in and he was hovering directly above, his hands braced flat on either side of my head. A lock of his hair fell forward, and I reached up to play with it.

“October, sometime. I’m supposed to be contacted by my new stepdad’s personal assistant with the details.”

A smile spread slowly, creasing his stubbled cheeks. “You’re gonna have two daddies.”

Rolling my eyes, I covered his face with my hand. “Not funny.”

His smile turned wicked. “Want to call me daddy, too?”

“Oh, my god. Stop.” I laughed. Just no. Not my kink.Ever.

“I’m sorry about tonight.”

His body settled on top of mine, his weight delicious as it pushed me down into the memory foam mattress. An explosion of tingles detonated where his lips descended and nibbled up my neck.

“I’m still upset at you.” Fisting the bedspread, I canted my head to give him better access.

He switched from my neck to my ear, and a blast of pure lust scorched me, causing a full-body shiver. I felt his lips curve on my ear and his cock thicken against my stomach.

“I know, but I bet I can make it up to you. I’ve heard angry sex is the best kind. So is make-up sex.”

My brain went fuzzy as his tongue licked across my jaw to my mouth, then dipped inside. I moaned when our tongues touched, tasted, stroked.

Letting go of the covers, I cradled his face between my hands, the scratch of his day’s scruff tickling my fingertips.

Laying my heart out exposed and vulnerable, I told him, “Make love to me.”

After everything that happened that day, I just needed to feel loved. To be wanted, like I was important—themostimportant. Like I mattered above everything and anyone else. More than Liz. More than my mom’s new fiancé and new life.

Julien lifted to a kneeling position. My breath caught at the possessive look on his face, and all I could think was,yes, dominate me. Take me. Show me that I’m yours and only yours.

Pale gray eyes licked their way down my chest and back up to my face.

“My man is so beautiful.”

My man.

“Please, Julien, I need you,” I implored, hungry for his touch. For him.

His possessive look softened to one of tenderness as he spread his hands flat on my chest, smoothing out the cotton of my shirt. He gripped the hem and tugged. The gentle force pulled me into a sitting position, our mouths meeting in a sensuous, decadent kiss of soft lips and eager tongues.

Julien eased my shirt up, inch by slow inch, only breaking our kiss long enough so he could pull it over my head and toss it to the side. His hand slid around my neck and into my hair, and a small moan escaped when his fingers curled around the strands and gave a sharp yank. The sting of pain only amped up my desire and made my cock throb with need.

“Do you remember the promise I made? The things I was going to do to you?” he spoke against my mouth.

A whimperedyespassed my lips. I wanted it all. His hand, his mouth, his cock, his cum.

He released his hold in my hair and pushed me back onto the bed. Eyes half-lidded, I watched as his gaze followed the path his hands took as they swept up my chest to my nipples, pinching them lightly between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Harder.”

He bent at the waist and grazed his teeth over a hard nub, then sucked. Electric pulses raced down my spine and fluttered in my groin with each lave of his tongue. His teeth nipped a trail down my chest to my belly button, and I writhed under him as he tongued my belly button.

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