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She shoots me a flat look. “I asked about you, Seb, not your Dad.”
I rub the back of my head, chuckling. “Sorry. I just worry about him, you know? It takes up a lot of my mind. But yeah, I enjoy hunting, so as long as we don’t have anyone with us that is completely hopeless, it should be an enjoyable excursion.”
Once fully inside, I am greeted by a cozy and young atmosphere. The space is small, but every inch of it reflects Julia. The apartment door opens directly into the living room, and the first thing that catches my eye is the floral-patterned couch and matching loveseat. The living space is completed by a small coffee table and a fluffy rug underneath.
Julia’s walls are painted a soft shade of lavender, which gives the room a calming vibe, and she’s decorated the space with vintage-inspired trinkets, an antique vase and a set of ornate candle holders. The curtains are made of delicate lace, and they filter in just the right amount of natural light.
“Would you like a full tour?” She asks playfully, taking my hand in hers. “It’s not a huge place, but I don’t need much.”
“I’m surprised your mother didn’t insist on the biggest and the best,” I tease, following her. “Margaret doesn’t seem like someone who would be content with anything lesser.”
“She didn’t have much say in picking the location, honestly. It made her so angry, but I spend enough time at the family estate that she’s eased up on the subject somewhat.”
Julia is proud of her apartment, I soon come to learn, and it’s easy to understand why. With a mother as controlling as Margaret, having control over her own living space must be one of the most liberating things in Julia’s life. The kitchen is crowded but functional, with a few potted herbs on the windowsill, and there's a small table that's perfect for a cozy dinner for two. The appliances are all retro-inspired, and she’s added a few floral accents to add a pop of color.
Just like its occupant, the home is full of charm and personality. Every corner is filled with something that makes Julia light up as she describes it to me, and that endears the little space to me more than anything else.
The sweet affection I’m feeling morphs into something sharper, more dangerous, when I notice an open door that leads to what can only be the bedroom. While Julia puts the kettle on to make us some tea, I walk slowly to the door, and push it open more so I can get a better look inside, my pulse pounding in my ears.
Julia’s room is painted pastel pink and green, which contrasts beautifully with the snowy bedding on her bed. White and pure, just like Julia herself. The thought makes my mouth go dry. Her headboard is upholstered with a silky fabric, and there are a few throw pillows with different shades of pink on them. The bed is perfectly made, completely tidy and put together, and nothing about it should make me feel the things I’m experiencing right now.
Lust, thick and cloying, fills me as I envision what Julia would look like spread out for me on that virginal white bedspread. I think about what she wears to bed, or if she sleeps nude on the hottest nights of the year, sweat making her fair skin glow…
Fuck. Fuck. I’ve got to get out of here before I do something that I regret.
“Seb?” Julia says softly from right behind me, and I whip around to face her, feeling like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Are you alright? The tea is ready.”
“It’s way too dangerous for me to be here alone with you,” I blurt out, dragging my hand through my hair restlessly. Having her this close to me, right on the threshold of her bedroom, is going to undo me, I’m sure of it.
She blinks, tilting her head to the side, totally oblivious. “Dangerous? Why?”
I touch her. I have to, or I’m going to go up in flames with want. Gently placing my hands on her shoulders, sliding them down her arms, I say, “You have no idea the impact you have on me, do you?”
Julia’s expression changes, from confusion to flirtation, in an instant, her lids lowering as she looks at me from beneath her lashes, stepping closer. “Maybe I do, actually…” She licks her lips, her tongue bubblegum pink. “And maybe that’s why I invited you here.”
I act on pure instinct, pulling her into my arms and slanting my mouth over hers in one smooth motion. Julia makes a surprised noise at first, but her body softens almost immediately and her arms wind around my neck sinuously, letting me know that she’s giving me her full approval to continue. I don’t know that I can stop for anything, now, being able to taste her sweet mouth and hearing the content noises she makes as my lips move over hers. Julia’s mouth opens, and then our tongues are tangling over one another, hot and wet. She may be young, but she kisses me like a woman who knows exactly what she wants, and it’s me.
Kissing Julia puts me in a fog of bliss, and the things that I do don’t even feel like conscious decisions. When she arches her spine to press into me harder, I grab one of her legs, coaxing her to wrap it around my waist, and when she complies wordlessly I do the same for her other leg, pressing her against the wall and kissing her until we’re both breathless.
The damned bed is right behind us, and before I know it, I’m carrying her to it, lying her on top of the comforter where Julia stretches out, keeping her legs locked loosely around me while I drop down to claim her mouth again. This time I’m also bracketing her head with my arms on either side of her, closing out the rest of the world so it’s just her and I.
When she begins to squirm against me restlessly, I drag my mouth from her and to her jaw, kissing a trail from there down to the long column of her neck, exploring with my teeth, lips, and tongue until I find the places that drive her the wildest. Julia sucks in a quick breath when I dip my tongue into the hollow of her throat, and her sounds take on a desperate whine when I start to drag her dress up her body, wanting to feel her bare skin so much that’s making my palms itch for it. Julia has her legs around me so tightly that I barely get a glance at her pink panties, but even through my pants I can feel how hot she is for me, and my hips work against her core as if on autopilot.
The moan she lets out at that movement is unlike anything else so far, deep and needy, so I continue to thrust against her while I slant my mouth over hers again. I move my tongue against her in time with the pistoning of my hips, Julia digging her hands into my hair and holding me to her.
Soon, my name is falling from her lips while I nip at her throat, and it makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life. My whole body and soul is on fire for her, but when I pull back just enough to gaze down at her beautiful face and kiss-swollen lips, something makes me pause. I want her so fucking badly, but Julia is a siren song I know I shouldn’t answer. Alex warned me about how serious their mother is about keeping me away from Julia, and if she ever finds out what’s going on between her daughter and I right now, Julia will undoubtedly be snatched back to her mother’s home before she can blink.
I don’t want to give Margaret any credit, but she is right about one thing. I might be too old for Julia, and it’s that thought that allows me to still the movements of my hips and rest my forehead against hers, trying to lower the heat between us.
“God, Julia, I’m sorry,” I mutter, shutting my eyes as I let the gravity of the situation settle in. “I shouldn’t have–”
“Of course you should,” she purrs, trying to pull my mouth back down to hers and tightening the grip of her legs, but I just can’t. Not with the reality of what is happening becoming crystal clear now.
I stand, pressing the heels of my hands to my forehead and breathing deeply, hoping that she isn’t just staring at my erection. “No, this isn’t right. You’re so damn young, and I’m so much older. Maybe your mom is right…maybe we really should stop seeing each other.”
She raises herself to her elbows, expression shocked. “What in the world are you talking about? We aren’t going to stop seeing each other because of Mom. That’s ridiculous.”
I sit down on the bed next to her, but don’t move close enough to touch her. “Your mom has a reputation. I’ve got no idea what she did to Lord Hendrik, but the man disappeared from the Netherlands and never came back.”
