I groaned again. Fuck. I’d forgotten to set the alarm.
“We’ll be right down,” I grumbled.
I placed the phone back down and slowly opened my eyes. Lola was just waking up herself. I wrapped my arm around her waist and leaned in for a kiss.
“We need to be downstairs like right now, don’t we?” Lola mumbled in her half-asleep voice. It was adorable.
I nodded, but I wasn’t ready to let go of her.
Lola grumbled something incoherent and began to get out of bed, but I stopped her. I pulled her toward me and lavished her with another kiss.
“The driver can wait a few minutes,” I whispered.
She smiled, and I pulled her on top of me as we continued to make-out.
The sight of her gorgeous breasts in the light of the morning made me instantly hard. It wasn’t just her breasts… it was Lola in general. After last night, I couldn’t imagine looking at her and not getting hard as a rock. The sex had been out of this world. There was no way I was going to last the drive back to the city without having her at least one more time.
Lola looked down at me, a sly grin appearing on her lips. Her golden hair fell forward, framing her face. She looked like a god damn angel.
Without saying a word, she placed her soft, delicate hand on my cock and rubbed it up and down.
My mouth fell open as I let out a long sigh. It felt so damn good.
I moved her hips, so she was hovering above my cock, and she lowered herself onto me. The second I entered her, I knew the driver would be waiting a while. I didn’t want to rush.
She ground herself on my hips and leaned down to kiss me.
“So beautiful. So sexy,” I whispered across her lips, and then I thrust my tongue into her mouth.
I held onto her hips and dug my heels into the bed. I used the leverage to pump hard into her from below.
She broke the kiss and closed her eyes, my name falling from her lips in a desperate, heady moan. “Julian. Julian… Oh, fuck!”
I continued the punishing tempo of my thrusts until I was sure she was about to lose her fucking mind.
As I predicted, it wasn’t long until Lola was writhing on top of me as she came. Her guttural groans pushed me closer to coming myself. She looked so hot. I could watch her come all day long and never get sick of it.
A few more hard thrusts into her tight, warm body, and I was undone. I unleashed my pent up lust into her, savoring every second of the feeling.
As we came to our senses, I caressed Lola’s flushed cheek.
How had I denied myself this for so long? How the hell was I going to do anything now, but want to be with her all the time?
* * *
On the drive back to the city, I could barely keep my hands off Lola. We made out hot and heavy, my hands roving over her every curve. I relished the feeling of how wet her panties were as I rubbed over the fabric.
When we pulled up outside of her apartment building, I was rock hard, once again, and the thought of watching her walk away now seemed like cruel and unusual punishment.
“Lillian and Aspen are visiting Lillian’s mother today. They won’t be home till tomorrow. Do you want to come up?” Lola said, batting those gorgeous long eyelashes of hers.
It was music to my ears. “Yes.”
She smiled. “Come on, what are you waiting for?”
We got out of the car and said goodbye to the driver. By the time we got up into the apartment, we were making out again. We bumped into walls and furniture as we made it into her room.
All I cared about was getting her naked again. In no time, my shirt was off, and I relieved Lola of her dress. We threw ourselves onto the bed, her underneath me, as we kissed and explored each other with our hands.
Lola broke the kiss, and a mischievous smile appeared. “Lay down.” She patted the comforter beside her.
I raise my eyebrow. What was she up to? But I did as she instructed, laying down beside her on my back. She reached down onto the floor and picked something up. When she turned around, she was holding up a silky black piece of fabric. One of the blindfolds that we were forced to wear in the car.
“I stole this from the driver.” She smirked. “Do you suppose I’ll get in trouble?” She dangled the soft fabric in the air and raised her eyebrows seductively.
I pulled her towards me. “Do you want me to punish you?”
She shook her head. “I want…” She leaned down, so her face was close to mine and kissed me gently on the lips. “You to wear this.” She indicated to the blindfold.
She was definitely up to something.
“You know, you’re not as innocent as you make out.”
“I never said I was innocent. Inexperienced, maybe. But not innocent,” she answered.
God. I loved seeing this side of her. She was so confident, no sign of that insecurity. This was all Lola. The real thing.
I took the blindfold from her and secured it over my eyes. I laid my head back on the pillow and awaited my fate. This was a new one. I’d messed around blindfolds before, but I wasn’t usually the one wearing it.
I heard the rustling of the bedcovers as Lola moved. I felt her hands on my shoulders. Next, her lips contacted my skin. She kissed and sucked her way down my neck, then my chest. Eventually, she kissed along the light trail of hair between my bellybutton and my pubic line.
She didn’t stop there. She continued kissing down.
The thought of what she might do next made my heart race. Was she going to…
Fuck. She did. I let out an involuntary groan and threw my head back into the pillow as I felt her warm, moist, mouth cover the tip of my cock and slowly move down the shaft.
“Fuck, Lola.” I managed to get out between pants.
It felt incredible as she continued to suck on that thing like it was a lollipop. Her tongue occasionally gave extra attention to the tip, before she swallowed me deep into the back of her throat again. She continued over and over, sending intense feelings of pleasure throughout my whole body.
My balls tightened, my muscles coiled. The thought of what she must look like doing it only made it harder to stay in control.
I had to see that sweet mouth going down on me. I pushed the blindfold up off my eyes and looked down at her. It was even hotter than I’d imagined. There she was, that pretty little thing, kneeling over my body, wholly engrossed in consuming me.
Her eyes flicked up to mine, and she stopped for a second. “You just can’t relinquish control for a moment, can you?”
I reached for her head. “I had to see.”
She simply smiled and lowered her head back down over my length, spoiling me with more of her lavish attention. She kept eye contact the whole time.
I rubbed her hair with my palm. “Lola… It feels so good.”
My words only spurred her on, and she incorporated her fingers. She jerked my shaft with her hand while her mouth continued to suck on the tip. That was it for me. I couldn’t take much more of it.
“I’m going to come.”
The heat was intolerable. The pressure too much. There was no way I could last another second, even though I almost didn’t want to come so that I could continue to enjoy the moment. It was just so fucking hot. But I needed release, and I was going to come hard.
“I’m coming…”
My entire body tightened, and then swift release hit me like a bus. My brain shut down and all I could do was feel. My muscles spasmed, and I gripped onto Lola’s hair. The pressure built and released over and over again, forcing my load to gush out in a series of spurts.
When I opened my eyes, Lola was letting me spill into her mouth. She swallowed it down and then licked the tip to get every last drop.
My head dropped back onto the pillow again, and I closed my eyes. “Fuck. That’s so hot.”
When she was done, she flopped down next to me. I pulled her to me and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
“You don’t mind kissing me after I just…” Her ch
eeks flushed red.
“Baby, you just went down on me and then swallowed my cum. Do you think I give a shit about how you taste?” I kissed her again. “That was incredible.”
She rested her head on my shoulder, and I brushed her hair back from her face. It was heaven. Right here, right now, in this crappy little apartment, I was in heaven.
This girl was the whole package. And it wasn’t even about the sex… it was just being with her. I could talk to her for hours, about nothing, or about everything, like we had so many times before. Only now I knew that not only did we get along like old friends, but we fucked like animals too. Maybe deep inside I’d always known that it would be this good, and that’s why I’d been so insistent on keeping my distance… no matter how hard it had been to stay away.
But now that it I’d had her, there was no staying away.
How could I ever stop wanting her?
Did I even have to?
Chapter Thirty-One
Lola
“How the hell are you so good at that?” I asked after Julian had finished going down on me for the second time that day.
I’d lost count of how many orgasms he’d coaxed out of me, but I wasn’t complaining. It had made the day fly by, and by evening, we still hadn’t gotten dressed.
We didn’t even want to go out for dinner. We ordered in, so we wouldn’t have to leave the heady bliss of my apartment where we occupied ourselves all afternoon with exploring every conceivable inch of each other’s bodies.
“And don’t you tell me that it’s because you’ve had a lot of practice.” I raised my eyebrows at him as we lay in each other’s arms on my bed. “Because I don’t want to hear that right now.”
Julian chuckled. “Okay, let’s just say I am a prodigy. I just woke up one day, and I was really good at eating pussy.”
I smiled as we intertwined our fingers. “I guess that’s the best answer I’m gonna get.”
Julian leaned over and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. Before he could push the kiss any further, there was a knock at the front door.
“Must be the delivery guy,” Julian said as he got up. He threw on his pants and left the room to answer the front door.
I heard the door swing open. Then there was silence. A few muffled words and more silence. A few more seconds went past, and I couldn’t hear anything.
“Is everything okay?” I called to Julian. “Do you need more cash?”
There was more silence.
“You need to come out here, Lola,” Julian called back, his voice sounding serious. “And put some clothes on.”
What the hell? Irritated that I had to get dressed, I threw on an oversized t-shit and marched out of the room. “What’s going on?”
My question was answered the second I exited the hallway. Standing in my living room across from Julian was none other than Noah. Julian looked concerned, his eyes flipping between Noah and me.
“What’s up, Noah? What are you doing here?” I tried to sound casual as I walked toward him.
“I think the question is, what the hell is your boss doing here?” He pointed to Julian with a raised voice. “Are you sleeping with your boss?”
There was no point in denying the fact that we’d been sleeping together, that much was obvious. But before I could think of a reply, he continued.
“You should know better than to take advantage of your assistant.” He moved towards Julian, his eyes threatening.
Julian’s veins popped in his neck. He was just about to speak when I intervened.
“He’s not my boss. He’s my client.”
What the hell? Client? Shit.
The truth, which had been bottled up for so long, finally came tumbling out.
Noah scrunched up his nose and looked between the two of us. Then something in his eyes changed, and suddenly he didn’t look confused anymore. He only looked disgusted. He slipped something out of his wallet and held it out to me.
It was a business card for Una Dea. My agency.
How the hell did he have that?
“This fell out of your purse the other week when you met me at the diner. You were in such a hurry to get out of there after I told you that I had a girlfriend. I didn’t think much of it at first. But now it all adds up — you’ve been going out every night, wearing different clothes, the extra money…” He shook his head like he should have seen it all along. “You’re a fucking prostitute.”
“Hey!” Julian lunged towards Noah, ready to hit the guy. I threw myself between them.
I placed my hand on Julian’s chest. “Julian. Stop. You’ll just make it worse.”
I looked at Noah, who was still staring Julian down.
Julian saw how tense I was and took a step back, running his hand through his hair. “Maybe I should leave you to talk.”
As much as I didn’t want him to go, it was probably a good idea. “Yeah, thank you.”
Noah and I were quiet as Julian grabbed his things. He kissed me goodbye and threw Noah one last death stare before he quietly left.
“I can’t believe you, Lola. What the hell are you thinking?” Noah’s eyes were pleading. I thought he was disgusted by me, but then I realized he was just disappointed. That was even worse.
I reached out to him, but he stepped away.
I rubbed my palm down my face. “I can’t explain it. Apart from the fact that I needed the money, and it seemed like a good idea at the time. It’s only been a few weeks. Julian was the first…”
“I don’t want to hear it.” Noah pinched the bridge of his nose. When he looked back up at me, I knew this wasn’t going to be easy to fix. “You lied to me. That’s the worst part. Why didn’t you come to me? I could have helped you…”
He shook his head in frustration and headed for the door.
“I’m sorry, Noah.” I walked over to him, my eyes pleading for him to understand. “I was desperate, and I messed up. I shouldn’t have lied to you. I shouldn’t have lied to everyone. The thing is, I don’t regret it… Because I met an amazing man.… And he makes me feel so safe, and so cherished and so—”
“Fuck. You’ve got feelings for this guy now?” He gripped the door handle tight and yanked open the front door. As he stepped into the hallway, he threw me one last sorry look. “I don’t know who you are anymore, Lola. Or maybe I never did.”
With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving me trembling as I stood utterly shocked in the middle of the living room.
I hugged my waist, my eyes welled, and the tears began to fall.
What had I done? Would he ever forgive me?
I thought he would just be angry or maybe grossed out by it, but instead, he was hurt. And despite how awkward our relationship had been over the last few months, I couldn’t forgive myself for hurting the one friend who had always been there for me.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Lola
It wasn’t until the next day that I got the courage to call Julian and apologize for kicking him out the night before. He didn’t really care, he just wanted to know that I was okay. And even though things weren’t okay, at least, not between Noah and me, I was relieved that he wasn’t angry with me too.
We arranged to see each other that night at his place, the one place where we could get privacy. The day dragged on as I walked from class to class. It felt like that evening would never come. So once the sun had set, and I was finally on Julian’s doorstep, all I wanted to do was set my eyes on that gorgeous man.
Julian opened the door, and I just about launched at him. He kicked the door closed behind him and kissed me passionately, pushing my back into the wall of his foyer.
“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” I whispered.
“So have I.” He traced the neckline on my T-shirt, brushing my skin and sending gentle shivers down the back of my neck. “You’ve been driving me to distraction. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to sell an apartment again, because all I can fucking think about is you.”
My eyes we
re drawn to the staircase behind him. “You know, I’ve only been here once before… The time we first met. I never got to see a bedroom…” I raised my eyebrow.
His eyes darkened. “Ms. Ingram, that was a major oversight on my part.”
He took my hand and dragged me toward the staircase, but as he did, a voice called out from the hallway.
“Mr. Lewin, I’m just going to…” It was Moira, his housekeeper. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the two of us. She looked like she’d had the shock of her life.
Did Julian not bring girls home on the regular? It made me wonder…
“Moira, I thought you had the night off.” Julian offered her an impatient smile.
Moira studied me for a moment as if she was confused. Did she recognize me from the first night we’d met? It wasn’t exactly my best moment. I stepped back behind Julian, hoping he would somehow shield me from the embarrassment.
“I do have the evening off. I was just telling you that dinner was in the oven before I head out… but perhaps it won’t be enough if your friend is staying for dinner.” She looked at Julian with curiosity.
Julian smirked, squeezing my hand as he noticed me shrinking behind him. “Lola and I will sort ourselves out. Thanks, Moira.”
Moira pursed her lips and clutched her purse tighter. “Very well.”
Our gaze followed her as she left through the front door, giving us a disapproving look as she shut it.
We both broke out laughing the second she was gone, and Julian pulled me toward the staircase again. “Come on. I can’t wait to—”
The sound of Julian’s cell phone receiving a message echoed through the foyer, interrupting him. We both looked at his pants pocket. He hesitated as if he wanted to ignore it, then he thought the better of it.
“I better check. It might be the P.I. I hired. I gave him the phone number that Minty swiped from Cole’s phone at The Reunion. I asked him to see who the number belongs to.”
“Oh, of course. Check it.” I let go of his hand.
“What does it say?” I asked.
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