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Is it bad that I’m about to come so quickly, or is it a testament to the skill of his tongue?
My vision narrows, sounds escape me, and then as if on cue, I'm enveloped in a burst of light and emotion. As I come crashing back to earth, Julian stands, lifting me in his arms, my back pressed against the wall once more. Then, I feel him, ready and insistent.
When did he get his pants off? I wonder, amazed at his multitasking skills.
With one firm thrust, he's deep within me. "Julian," I gasp, my eyes wide with a mixture of shock and pure desire. It hasn’t slipped my notice that he’s been pleasuring me first, not allowing me to reciprocate yet. It's as if the foreplay is his version of a therapy lesson for me, slowly erasing and undoing every wrong Andrew etched into my mind.
Julian's every touch, every movement, feels like a symphony playing just for me. It’s got me longing to return the favor, to make him come with the same intensity and passion he’s given me, making our connection even deeper.
"This is home. You, me deep inside of you. I love you, Poppy, and I’m going to keep you safe," he vows. Then, it’s as if a more primal side of him emerges. He moves with a relentless rhythm, each thrust reaching places deep within me, places I hadn't known could hold such intense sensations. All I can do is feel the raw emotions he’s conveying without words as he makes love to me with a passion that pins me to the wall.
My hands claw and cling to him, fingers pressing into his skin with a desperation that's sure to leave marks. His lips find my neck, biting gently before sucking the skin, marking me visibly as his.
“You’ll come with me,” he declares, a command that thrums with the power to sway my body to his will.
He shifts, finding a new angle that changes everything.
And that's it.
The end and the beginning of everything.
We spiral together, caught in a whirlwind of connections that transcends the physical.
Still holding me tight, he gently lowers us both to the floor. He lays me atop him, a gesture that keeps me enveloped in his warmth, still intimately joined with me. Our labored breaths mingle into a melody I wish I could replay on Spotify.
I lay my cheek against his chest, a wave of post-bliss clarity washing over me. “I didn't think it could ever be like this. Loving you is so easy.”
Julian closes his eyes, looking utterly peaceful as he says, “That’s how love should be. Unforced. Gentle yet passionate, confusing yet so simple.”
Chapter 53
Harper
"Don’t you want to come to bed?" Kent asks me.
It takes every ounce of willpower not to look up. Ignoring Kent is like trying not to look at Michelangelo’s David. It’s hard to ignore perfection.
From the corner of my eye, I see him leaning against the arch of his hallway, practically naked. Okay, so not naked, but just in boxers that would make even the sanest of women do insane things to catch a glimpse of. Things like giving their firstborn away to view his abs. Yeah, it's truly crazy but possibly worth it; who wants a crying baby anyway? Not me.
My mouth salivates when I see how the light shifts and bends over his rippled abs. Annie Leibovitz would kill to photograph his body.
This is my punishment for being…well, me. Kent Sterling is the sexiest man alive, yet also the most deliciously annoying. He’s like Pop Rocks candy; you love the taste of the sugar and adrenaline of the zapping pops inside your mouth.
Okay, so I’ll admit I, too, am dressed provocatively. Yes, I’m wearing my red satin robe with matching silk shorts and a bralette. I’m not going to change who I am or what I wear to bed because I got the short stick and am stuck sleeping in his apartment.
I rip open the box with more force than necessary as I reply, “I’m not sleeping in your bed. There’s no telling what new form of disease is on it.” I smirk at myself, then grab the new laptop out of the package.
I’m worried, upset, and incredibly frustrated over this situation Poppy is in. The only way to settle my mind would be to have sex or hack into something I shouldn’t. Since option one is out of the question, I’ll go with option two, minus the hacking, because Poppy’s security is laughable. So I’ll set up her new laptop and transfer the files from her old one onto it. I’ll finish setting up her new phone tomorrow since she kept it with her.
Kent pushes off the wall, his heavy, masculine footsteps echoing forward on his marble floor. Of course, a man like Kent has marble floors. Wood is too rustic, carpet is, well, atrocious because it holds the stains and tile is too common. After all, the man wears a custom suit and a watch that costs more than the average yearly salary. Marble, now that's Kent: class, hard, sculpted, a little artsy with abstract vein patterns. It's a fitting reflection of his sophisticated and refined taste, just like everything else in his meticulously curated life.
All I want is to be alone so I can finish, and then naturally, once Kent is asleep, I’ll snoop around his place. Maybe I can find some dirt to blackmail him to stay away from me.
“Harper, you’re sleeping in my bed. I won’t be able to sleep knowing you're on my couch,” he says.
I shrug, “Fine, don’t sleep. Meanwhile, I’ll be getting the beauty sleep I require. Just get me a pillow and blanket.”
“Harper,” he stresses in a deep baritone that makes my pussy take on a heartbeat of her own. Naturally, my pussy is, in fact, a pussy. Sometimes, she likes to take orders from dominating masculine men. Other times she likes to tell me to screw off because she is going to do what she wants to do, which currently feels all tingly and wet when Kent speaks.
