Fauxmance (Showmance #2)(62)

I was his, completely and irrevocably.

Julian gripped my thigh, hitching it up and around his hip so that he could enter me from a deeper angle.

“Oh, my G…” I gasped, unable to finish the sentence when he swallowed my words with a kiss. His tongue plundered my mouth with abandon, his hips pounding wildly.

My inner muscles tightened around him and he groaned loudly into our kiss, his lips sliding lusciously from my mouth, across my cheek and to my ear where he whispered, “Your pussy likes me.”

God, he really knew how to talk dirty. And he sounded so pleased with himself.

He bent to suck my nipple, swirling his tongue in a circle then giving it a little bite.

I whimpered. “J-Julian.”

“I love how my name sounds on your sexy mouth.” He laved attention on the other breast, hand reaching up to grip my neck. His fingertips dug in as his thrusts quickened. I was mesmerised.

Was he going to come?

Julian gathered my hair in his fist and gave a little tug. I emitted a startled moan, the pain he gave mixing with the pleasure. Goose bumps covered my skin when he kissed my lips, softly, sweetly, then came with a whispered, raspy, “Fuck.”

He fell on top of me and my body savoured his hot, sweaty weight. His smelled like pure man. I swore you could bottle and sell the stuff.

He rolled us so we switched and I was on top of him. He was still trying to catch his breath when he asked, “Can you go again?”

I giggled. “You’re insatiable.”

He smirked. “Something like that.”

“Just…give me a moment.”

His deep chuckle vibrated through my body as his arms came around me, hugging tight. “That good, huh?”

“Good is too tame a word,” I said, suddenly shy.

His hand sunk into my hair, gently stroking. “Compliments like that are always welcome.”

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

His ran his nose along the side of my neck. “I’m not even done with you yet.”

A grin tugged at my lips. “You’re aren’t?”

His smile was devilish. “Not by a long shot.”

“You have a very impressive sexual appetite, Mr. Fairchild.”

“It’s a good thing, too,” he purred. “I have so much to teach you.”

He flipped us again, lowered his head between my legs and proceeded to give me my second orgasm of the night, this time with his mouth.





Chapter Eighteen





Ellen





I was…changed.

In the space of a night, I’d shed some form of chrysalis. However, unlike a butterfly, it wasn’t evident on the surface, but rather deep under my skin. The fact that I could share myself like that with someone, expose the most vulnerable parts of myself, felt liberating in a way nothing ever had before.

And it was all because of Julian.

I didn’t leave his bed until late afternoon the next day. His hunger for me didn’t seem to abate. He made love to me in all the ways I’d been missing out on these past years, and my body was completely and totally spent. It was also waking up, unfurling like a newly sprouted flower.

My feelings grew, just like I feared they would.

“Don’t leave yet. I want to fuck you one last time.”

Julian lay in bed, the cover coming to his midriff, his gorgeous chest and abdomen exposed.

“I can’t. I have a book to write,” I resisted, getting dressed. It was nice to be able to say that now. All our secrets were finally out. Absently, I wondered if Rose and Damon had heard us last night (and this morning), and colour stained my cheeks.

“What’s that?” Julian asked with interest, rising from the bed to circle me. “Have you gone shy on me again?”

“No, I just…” A breathy sigh came out as he ran his hand down my spine. “I really do need to work today.”

He tutted softly. “Too bad. I was looking forward to coming inside you again.”

I buried my head in his shoulder, falling into him. His dirty words made me weak. “You could come over later,” I suggested shyly.

“No,” he said. “You come here. I’ve quite enjoyed having you in my bed.”

I shivered and glanced at his mussed sheets, the ones we’d spent half the night shagging on. His gaze followed mine, his expression hot. Tenderly, he stroked my hair away from my face. When he looked at me like that, all melty soft eyes, it was hard to think straight.

Butterflies invaded my stomach. He enjoyed having me in his bed? The way he said it made me feel like he was trying to tell me something without saying the words.

You’re important to me, Ellen.

I pressed a kiss to his neck and he made a pleasured sound in the back of his throat. “In that case, I’ll try to get done early so I can come over.”

“Rose and Damon will be attending a premiere tonight. So we won’t need to stay quiet this time,” he went on devilishly.

If last night was his version of quiet, then I trembled to think what he’d be like when he let loose.

He kissed me then, a promise of what was to come. It was difficult to drag myself away, but I eventually managed. On the short walk home, I wondered about our arrangement. Neither of us had brought it up, and the sex had been completely spontaneous, but was it still part of his services? It didn’t feel that way. It felt private, intimate, but how was I to know if that wasn’t how he was with all his clients? It was his job to make them feel special, after all.