Fauxmance (Showmance #2)(96)
“You’re so beautiful, Ellen. You look incredible right now.”
I moaned and cupped his balls. Another tip I learned online which appeared to work. Julian grunted, his voice breathless. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
I chuckled as I sucked him and that seemed to drive him even more wild.
“Fuck, I’m nearly there,” he rasped right before he came.
I was in a daze, hardly believing I just took charge like that. “I need you,” I breathed, and Julian swore.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“That’s okay, I’m on the pill now.” After the last time, I made it a priority.
He eyes darkened as he pulled me up to stand. Lighting quick he flipped me around, shoved up my skirt, yanked down my knickers and pushed inside me. I was surprised he could go again so quickly, but then, Julian had always been insatiable and he hadn’t had sex for months.
We were skin to skin and it felt amazing. He fucked me fast, his thrusts hard and desperate. I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming. In the background, I could hear the cast and crew returning from lunch.
“Crap,” I said past a moan.
Julian sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “You’re a dirty little thing once you get going, aren’t you,” he whispered then nipped me with his teeth.
I stifled a yelp. His hand went under my top, sliding down the cup of my bra to squeeze my breast. I sighed when he pinched my nipple right at the same time he fucked me deep.
His hand moved down my body, under my skirt to circle my clit. His movements matched the speed of his thrusts, and when I came on his fingers and cock, I couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped me.
“Perfect,” Julian purred, his voice husky in my ear. He pulled at my chin, turning my mouth to his for a kiss. I felt like goo, soft and malleable.
When we heard footsteps approach, we scrambled to right ourselves. We managed to make ourselves decent just in time before a crew member walked by carrying equipment. He barely spared us a second glance as he continued on his way.
Julian made a soft noise of satisfaction as he wrapped his arms around me. “These last months have been dreadful. The worst of my life. I’m never letting you go again.”
His words spread a warmth across my chest and I sank into his hug. When I pulled away slightly to look up at him, he was gazing down at me with such fondness and love, I felt like I might burst. This morning I’d still been so unsure, but as soon as I heard him speak on that monitor, as soon as I saw the look of sheer longing on his face, the sound of agony in his voice, I knew he was being true. He didn’t want to hurt me again, and so long as I gave him a second chance, he’d do everything in his power not to, and that was good enough for me.
“I love you so much, Julian. You have my heart now. Please be careful with it.”
He took my hand and placed it over his chest. “Don’t you know? You were in here from the very beginning. If I hurt you, I hurt both of us. And I would rather die than be without you again.”
I blinked several times as his heartfelt words sank in. I was going to be brave and take a chance at happiness. And I believed him completely.
I no longer felt alone in the world. Julian was the other part of me now. We were in this together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Epilogue
Julian
One year later
The flashing lights were somewhat blinding. In all my years escorting and socialising, I’d never actually walked a red carpet.
Ellen and I emerged from a town car, stepping out into a frenzied, exhilarating atmosphere of anticipation. Fans and members of the press had gathered outside the theatre for the premiere of Good Girl, Bad Lady. Ellen and I linked arms as we prepared to enter the fray.
“Deep breaths in and out,” I soothed as I led her toward the start of the red carpet.
She nodded and inhaled, visibly nervous. “Deep breaths. Okay.”
I smiled and pressed a kiss to her cheek, nuzzling a little before I pulled away. “You’ve got this, Ellen.”
Tonight, she wore a long champagne coloured gown that Suze had designed especially for her. A plus side to having a fashion designer as your BFF. I considered sending her a thank you note. The dress swept over Ellen’s curves, hugging her in all the right places.
I looked forward to later, when I could slide it off her perfect body.
Damon and Rose were just ahead of us. Rose stood off to the side with Damon’s PR agent, while the newly minted director answered questions from eager journalists. Over the last few years, he’d gotten much better at interacting with the press. I remembered when he and Rose first met, he was stiff and awkward whenever he was being interviewed.
“Damon cuts a fine figure in that suit,” Ellen commented, and I levelled her with a playful scowl.
“I’m the only be-suited gentleman you should be admiring tonight.”
She gave a flirtatious grin. “Just keeping you on your toes.”
I thought of how much she’d changed over the last year. Before, Ellen had a panic attack every time she had to talk to a stranger. Now, she was out and about most days, whether it was for business meetings or attending various book events, she was a veritable social butterfly. It was incredibly gratifying to see her shine.