A soft, unraveling moan fell from my lips as he lowered his head and curled his tongue around the distended peak before sucking it deep into the moist depths of his mouth.
While he milked my nipple with his soft, wet lips, he settled a hand over my other breast and swept his thumb over the violently sensitive tip.
Over and over, his thumb teased the pebbled tip as his mouth latched on to my other breast, suckling harder and harder until I felt my nipple pull, stretch, then elongate inside the silken depths of his mouth.
Blistering streaks of pleasure raced through my body and I felt that tantalizing pull all the way down to my weeping sex. I began moaning, writhing wildly beneath him.
He settled his weight more fully over my body, his erection settling between my thighs, the sharp metal zipper of his jeans pressing deep against my sensitized clit.
Desperately, I arched into him, rolling my hips as his raging erection pressed with delicious friction against my sex.
With his mouth still on my breast, consuming my aching nipple, he slipped a hand beneath the hem of my skirt and smoothed his palm up my thigh. His breathing turned rough and uneven as his fingers pushed under my thong, finding me slick and wet.
Giving into the unstoppable need, my hands went to unfasten his jeans.
With expert hands, he helped me along and shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down to his thighs, releasing his heavy, throbbing erection.
God. He was so hung. And so hard.
A low groan scraped from the back of his throat as he rubbed the sensitive head along the wet stretch of my thong, saturating the length of his shaft with my juices.
He watched me, his eyes never leaving mine as he teased me with his erection, the friction of his cock rubbing against the drenched material of my thong, sending delicious shivers rippling all the way up to my core.
Pressing his entire body along the length of mine, our gazes locked and tangled as he continued to thrust, the hard ridge of his erection digging into my clit as he rocked against the soaking wet fabric, driving me mad with carnal pleasure.
Even with the barriers between us, a sob lodged in my throat and blissful shudders wracked my body as I came apart, panting hard beneath him.
“God, I want you,” he rasped, pressing his lips close to my ear. “You said you never go out, you never have time for fun.” His voice was tortured now, dark and filled with urgency. “Let’s have some fun tonight.”
Pale moonlight spilled from the windows, illuminating Julian’s lean and muscular frame. God, he was magnificent. His blade-cut face was drenched with arousal and his erection jutted out from between rock-hard thighs, long and heavy.
I was already so wet for him.
And he was already so hard for me.
So what was he waiting for?
Condoms. Yes. We need condoms.
Immediately, I went to my nightstand, opened the drawer to retrieve a box of condoms, then paused when I found the leather restraints sitting there, still in a box, unopened and unused.
After a frozen moment, I reached for the box and opened it.
Turning to face Julian, I wet my lips and said, “Let’s try these.”
He simply gave me a slow, seductive smile and a look that said, Who am I to argue?
Every muscle in my body tensed with arousal and anticipation as he slid the leather cuff around one of my wrists and fastened it to my bedpost.
Moving with a smooth and masculine grace, he tied my other wrist to the far post, then tested the bonds, lengthening them slightly so I was more comfortable.
And I was more than comfortable with this. While I spent my entire life being in control, asserting myself, I wanted none of that in bed.
With both my hands bound to the bedposts, I felt deliciously trapped beneath him, my body bared naked, his for the taking.
But he didn’t take.
His mouth was unsmiling as his dark, glittering gaze raked over my body, then worked back up very slowly.
A clenching pleasure gripped my womb as his bold and scorching stare heated me from the inside, sending a rush of creamy, slick warmth to spill from my sex.
Chapter Seventeen
Holy fuck. Sadie was a vision, the sight of her like a hard punch to my gut, driving all the air from my lungs.
Her long dark hair fanned across her shoulders, a striking contrast against the milky paleness of her skin.
With her hands bound to the bedposts, her rounded, upturned breasts jutted forward, and those large, peach-colored areolas strained toward me.
“Peaches,” I rasped, watching the rise and fall of her breasts. Even her tightly beaded nipples were the color of peaches. They weren’t pink, they weren’t rose, they were peach and I couldn’t wait to taste them.
My burning gaze raked over her body, taking in the slim waist that flared into lush curving hips. She watched me as I watched her, moving her legs, rubbing the wet slipperiness between her thighs.
God. She was drenched, her juices seeping out of the smooth folds of her sex and my cock leaped at the generous evidence of her arousal.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I said roughly, before catching her mouth in a deep, hungered kiss, sucking her lower lip hard between my teeth, nipping erotically, holding her lip hostage before gently releasing it.
Then I prowled down her body, watching her creamy tits jiggle enticingly as she struggled against the leather restraints.
With my arms braced on either side, I dipped my head and ran my tongue along the fullness of her supple breasts.
Her lips parted to release a soft sigh and she arched her back, impatient for more.
At my own leisure, I laved at her succulent flesh, tracing the circumference of each breast.
A series of lazy circles that slowly—gradually—spiraled inward toward the large discs of her areolas.
Silky, wet, slippery circles.
All the while, she watched me, her brilliant gaze tracking every movement I made.
When finally I reached the stiff, throbbing peak of her nipple and flicked my tongue across the distended tip, she cried out, incoherent with sharp delight.
Her wrists jerked, straining against the leather cuffs as I took her nipple into my mouth, gently sipping the tender bud between my lips until I heard her moan deep in the back of her throat.
Then I tugged lazily at the sensitive crest, watching her nipple protrude, then lengthen before returning to capture it in my mouth.
Again and again, I suckled her succulent breasts, then tugged lazily away at her nipples, my gaze hypnotized each time her tits swayed upon release.
By the time I was done, the peaks were damp and swollen from my tender assaults.
My cock was already heavy and hard for her, the slit gleaming with a bead of semen as I paused to take my fill of her—bound to the bedposts, breasts heaving, nipples engorged, skin flushed with arousal, eyes shimmering with lust as her juices wept from her pussy.
She held my gaze, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. “Fuck me,” she breathed.
“Not yet, peaches.” I kissed her inner thigh. Then I kissed the inside of her other thigh. “I want to taste you first. And then I’m gonna fuck you.”
Settling myself between her long and slender legs, I licked and nipped my way up the inside of her thigh, leaving soft imprints with each erotic nip; a reminder that I’d tasted every inch of her body.
When I reached the apex of her thighs, I lifted her leg and curled it over my shoulder.
Then I pressed a hand against her lower abdomen, holding her down.
Even so, as the tip of my tongue parted the dewy, creamy-laden folds of her sex, her pelvis lifted off the mattress, straining to get closer.
A soft whimper eased from her throat as I tongued her quivering flesh, a long, leisurely exploration that curled her toes.
I teased and licked and tasted, but I didn’t take. Not all at once.
I took her in slow increments, hearing the thin, pleading sound of
her voice as I stroked my tongue inside her, retreated, stroked a little deeper.
“Julian.” Her voice was uncertain, just a little dazed as I molded my lips to her labia, moving my mouth over her moist folds, controlling her every response with the wet glide of my tongue, drawing out her pleasure a tiny bit at a time, taking my cues from her soft moans and quickened breathing.
When she was whimpering and begging for more, I curled her other leg over my shoulder and worked more of my stroking tongue inside her slit, probing the pink folds with deep, unrelenting sweeps of my tongue, tasting the moist heat beyond.
She was slick with moisture, drenched with it, and she tasted so sweet, so fucking good.
My mouth was wet with her milky secretions as I sucked her labia between my lips, drawing on the folds with firm suction as my tongue swirled inside her luscious core, laving and laving and laving with a slow and sensuous torment.
“Julian.” Her voice was high and thin and she curved her pelvis upward, seeking a firmer touch.
I groaned low in my throat, feeling her writhe and moan around my tongue as I feasted on her, eating her out with shaking greed.
At the grinding pressure of my lips, her body tensed, convulsed, and she came on my tongue, gasping for breath in quiet sobs.
Still I wouldn’t stop—couldn’t stop—fucking her with my tongue even as her body shuddered hard, dissolving into violent spasms.
Gripping her thighs, I pressed her legs further apart and tongued every inch of her succulent flesh, lapping up her hot, creamy release.
She whimpered softly, arching into my touch as I slid a finger into her warm, honeyed slit, sinking it all the way inside her core. Then I eased in another.
When she was stretched and full, I began pumping with long, hard strokes, savoring the wet, suctioning heat as my fingers plunged in and out of her soaking wet pussy.
While I finger fucked her, I sucked her clit between my lips, harder and harder, pulling from her a sharp hiss of pain, pushing her into another explosive climax.
A wild, agonizing scream fell from her lips and she tugged at the leather restraints as the convulsions wracked her entire body.
It went on for several seconds. Trembling against the aftershocks, her spine arched and her tits and thighs quivered as the tremors continued to ripple through her.
I didn’t take my eyes off of her as I reached for a foil packet, tore it open with my teeth, and rolled the condom down my shaft.
Then I prowled up her and she stretched her body, blissfully languid as I slid the length of my body against hers.
Skin against skin.
Staring into her eyes, I began moving my hips, rubbing the head of my cock against her wet clit, teasing her, watching her pant and whimper and writhe with the agonizing need for me to be inside her.
When finally I tucked my cock into her entrance, she cried out as my shaft slowly penetrated her tight, juicy sheath.
Her inner muscles pulsed and clenched around my shaft, and I felt my erection grow harder and longer, stretching her from within.
I took my time working my cock inside her hot, slick center. Surging halfway, then retreating, teasing her with another orgasm that I kept just out of reach.
“Julian.” Her voice was breathless and she clenched everything she had around my shaft, her pussy clamping down on my retreating cock. “Please.”
A soft, mewling sound escaped her and my flagging self-control unraveled.
I plunged into her with heavy, powerful strokes, groaning in her ear with each thrust.
“More.” She lifted her hips, urging me on as I drove into her deeper and deeper, filling her in ways she longed to be filled.
“Oh, God. Yes,” she screamed as my thrusts gained in speed and urgency, the sounds of our flesh slapping together filling the room. “Yes.”
“No. Not enough.” I fought back a groan, slamming to the hilt, pouring everything I had into her until she came fast and hard, yanking at the restraints as her inner muscles seized around my cock.
Raw lust surged through me and my own climax roared up from my spine.
It hit me with such force that a shattered groan tore from my chest and I collapsed with my face against her soft, pillowy breasts.
Afterward, as we lay together in a tangle of limbs, Sadie nuzzled against my chest. “Mm,” she murmured, her tone languorous. “That was fun.”
I started to speak but my body gave a sharp jolt when she pressed her feet against mine. “Your feet! Jesus! They’re like icicles.”
She gave a little laugh, curling her toes beneath my instep. “I don’t know why, but my feet are always ice cold.”
As I moved my calves against her feet, trying to work some warmth back into them, I smiled at this new discovery… with Sadie Frost, cold feet was more than a metaphor.
At least it used to be, but not anymore.
Chapter Eighteen
When I walked into the office Monday morning, Julian was already at his desk, but it seemed as if he was deliberately avoiding me. As I strode past his desk, he refused to look up from his computer, refused to make eye contact.
Blinking in confusion, I stalked toward my office and shut the door behind me.
As I set my bag and coffee on my desk, I noticed a small rectangular box sitting on my chair. It was expertly wrapped, silver with a darker bow. A gift.
Hmm, I wondered. Who could this be from?
Tentatively, I picked it up. Whatever was inside, it was light as a feather.
I shook it slightly then lifted the top off.
Inside, there were seven pairs of socks. Cashmere socks.
Smiling, I ran my fingertips over the luxurious fabric. They felt soft and plush to the touch, like cloud-like piles of fleece, freshly shorn from a baby sheep.
I slanted my gaze in Julian’s direction. He was focused, almost fixated by whatever was on his computer screen, his neck muscles straining with concentration.
When I logged into my computer, an instant message popped up on my screen.
It was from Julian and it simply said:
To keep your feet warm tonight when I’m not with you.
Unable to wipe the smile off my face, I typed my reply, my fingers tapping lightly against the keyboard.
Thank you. They’re lovely.
P.S. ~ Why can’t you come over tonight?
After I clicked Send, I wondered if I’d sounded too needy. Barely a minute later, I got my reply.
Sorry. Client made some last minute changes. Will probably have to pull an all-nighter with my team.
Fingers hovered over the keyboard, I bit down on my lower lip, trying to form my reply when I got another message.
I love it when you nibble on your lips. Can’t wait to taste them again.
When I looked over at Julian, he was staring intently at his computer screen, his face completely unreadable except for a tiny muscle that fluttered in and out at the base of his jaw.
Swallowing deeply, I parted my lips and ran the tip of my tongue along the inside of my upper lip, smiling as he adjusted himself under his desk.
Seconds later, another message popped on my screen:
You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?
I typed:
Immensely.
P.S. ~ I’ll miss cuddling with you tonight.
It must have been a minute before his next message appeared:
I’ll miss cuddling my tongue inside you.
A deep flush worked its way through my body. That man gave the best oral sex.
He knew how to exploit my desire, to delicately torture, and masterfully create a sweet build-up, exerting full control over how much pleasure I got and when.
And he ate me out with such deep hunger, such elemental lust that I felt like weeping from the joy of it.
God. Just thinking about last night made me wet for him. I could feel my clit throbbing, my sex heating, growing slick with moisture. But other than our flirty messages, we kept things strictly profession
al at the office.
We remained distant and polite whenever we had any dealings with each other.
Most of the time, Julian was held up in the War Room with his team, and I was constantly in and out of the office meeting with clients.
At the end of the day, Julian was walking into the office just as I was leaving.
He held the door open to let me pass. “After you.” He held my gaze intently, as if he were undressing me with his eyes.
My skin tingled from the electric pull between us, and my breath hitched. He was so close I could feel the rise and fall of his warm breath against my skin. “Thank you.” I moistened my lips.
“My pleasure.” His gaze scorched with intensity, his eyes lingering too long.
As I brushed past him, our shoulders lightly grazed. Heat prickled along my skin and my nipples contracted to tight, prominent peaks, straining against the crisp white material of my blouse.
I was certain he noticed.
As it was, I could barely contain the thrill of it, the sexual tension coiling within me like a living, breathing thing.
That night, after I’d tucked Evan into bed, I took a long, hot shower.
After that I lay in bed, naked except for my new cashmere socks, feeling painfully aroused.
I missed Julian. Missed his warmth in my bed, his hard body next to mine.
I missed his deep, drugging kisses.
Letting my eyelids drift shut, I moistened my lips as I thought about him.
God. Everything about him turned me on. Even the way he undressed was hot, the way he grabbed his T-shirt from the back of the collar to take it off.
And he was such a perfect lover.
I loved how he took his time with me, the way he fucked me nice and slow and deep, using his entire body.
I loved the way he paid homage to my breasts.
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