by Rosie Praks
“Kimberly,” The deep-threaded baritone voice sang into my ear.
“Julian!” I wrapped my arms around him, taking comfort in his embrace. “Julian, you frightened me.”
“I’m sorry, Kimberly.” He rubbed my back, calming me. “I got worried that you couldn’t sleep, so I came to check on you.”
“Where were you today?” I asked, the first thought that flew into my mind.
“I had work in the city today. Urgent business. It was a long and exhausting drive, but I made it back before midnight.”
“Why did you come back? I’ll be heading back to the hotel tomorrow anyway.”
“You didn’t want me to leave, remember.”
In the dark, I searched for his lips, wanting this kiss to convey how much he meant to me. It was only a simple request on my behalf, but he took it at face value, fighting the three-hour traffic jam just to get back here to see me. This docile man, so gentle and sweet. I am so lucky to have met him again after all these years.
Our kiss was nothing short of explosive. He sealed my lips, gliding his tongue in and out, locking and dancing with my own. It wasn’t until we needed to breathe that we parted. I lay nestled at the crook of his neck, holding his hand, feeling warm and cozy to the bones.
“How did you get in? I had the door locked,” I asked, making conversation.
“I have spare keys to the house.”
I jumped out of his arms at that answer. “Does Josh have spare keys too?”
A low chuckle vibrated off his chest. “No. Only me. Josh hardly stays here. He has his own apartment in the Gold Coast.”
“Where do you live, Julian?” I felt bold all of a sudden, slipping my hand underneath his shirt, searching for that taut chest. I sighed with happiness when I felt the ripples beneath my fingers.
Julian sucked in a breath when I touched one of his nipples. He extracted my hand and held it behind my head, tying both hands with something that felt like a ribbon.
I only giggled. “Playing the dominant male again?”
Again, he didn’t answer me as he kissed my lips and then crawled down my body, licking each inch of skin with his tongue. He kissed my chin, down my throat, and at my collarbone. Briefly stopping at my breasts, he squeezed them through the fabric of my nightdress, making me whimper for more.
He was good; I give him that. No, scratch that. He was amazing. Two orgasms with just his fingers and one massive release with his cock. I was in for a treat tonight.
Again, curious as to where his destination was, I chuckled and lifted my head to see him beneath the sheets, near my breasts.
But he moved lower still.
“Julian, what are you…? Arrgghhh.”
My head fell back and my hips arched upwards as that warm, wet sensation hit me on all four corners. He attacked me with his tongue, hitting my clit, making my pleasure spot throb with such thunderous need. How could he do this to me? I wasn’t prepared for this. A thousand fireworks erupted before my eyes with just one lick. I gripped the pillow with my bound fists as ripples of hot waves washed through me.
“Julian,” I panted. “Julian.”
His name became my chant, my chant for survival through this night. As he flicked in and out of my passage, I buckled and writhed, moved and tilted, contorting my body to give him the best access. By this stage, the bed sheets were all scattered to the floor, and I could make out Julian’s head between my thighs as he sucked me off. His warm tongue swirled, licking my essence again and again.
“Julian, Julian, Julian.” I groaned.
In the dark, I searched for his hair, managing to grip a few strands and pull his head up. The small beam of moonlight that threaded its way into the room provided me enough light to make out sparkling grey eyes staring back at me.
“Please,” I whimpered, begging him to let me come. “Please.”
Julian didn’t say another word. He obeyed me. Pulling my legs apart again, he inserted the tip of his cock at the junction of my entrance, and with one smooth thrust, he was in all the way to the hilt. My head hit the pillow again with such force it bounced off twice.
“Julian,” I screamed. “Julian.”
Julian didn’t stop. He didn’t even say a word. He didn’t need to because I could feel his love for me through his actions, through his attention to details. Those kisses, the gentle caress of my breasts, and the slow thrusts—they all showed how much he cared, how much he wanted to please me.
I came just like last time, the surge of pleasure rocking my body and Julian’s seed spilling inside me before my world turned dark and I sank into a black abyss.
In the morning when I woke, Julian was gone. Only the lingering scent of sex permeating the air and rumpled sheets remained, telltale signs he was here last night, making amazing love to me.
Chapter 9
I was back at the hotel late in the afternoon. As soon as I got to my room, I collapsed on the bed, reminiscing about all the glorious moments with Julian. Julian standing there with his big cock hanging between his legs as he looked at me with indescribable passion in his eyes. Julian with his hands on my hips as he pumped into me until I screamed. Julian all sweaty and sated as we both climaxed together. And then there was Julian in the dark, taking me like we were forbidden lovers, stealing kisses underneath the stars.
The plan to travel to South Beach tomorrow was still on. John had told me so before dropping me off. Seeing dolphins and marine life was exciting, but nothing got my blood running hot more than the thought of seeing Julian again.
I laughed. Already I was giddy to see him, wanting more of that juicy action. Great, thinking about Julian now made me hot. And it had nothing to do with the temperature in this room.
How bothersome. There was nothing to relieve me except that damn vibrator. I supposed beggars couldn’t be choosers.
I extracted the toy and fingered myself until I was wet. Then when I couldn’t control myself anymore, I inserted it into the lip of my sex. It was good, but it felt like something was missing. It wasn’t enough. Only when I finally climaxed did I figure it out.
Julian.
Just peachy! Two finger-fucks and two amazing orgasms later, even this sex toy failed in comparison.
God, I definitely needed a shower.
After the satisfying shower, I emerged in a large towel wrapped around my body. It was already past dinnertime. Figuring it was a waste of time to change into new clothes, I rang room service for a meal delivery. When it arrived, I wolfed down the whole lot in less than five minutes, which just goes to show I was hungry. I supposed as the saying goes, a good round of exercise will increase your appetite. And that includes sex.
I planned to write the presentation report for Papa as soon as I finished eating. Taking out my laptop and notes from the presentation, I collaborated all my points together, summarizing for Papa so I could easily get my points across when we had our meeting back home.
Thinking about home made me think about Julian. What would happen when I went home? Would he be willing to start a long-distance relationship with me?
I didn’t get to dwell on this matter when someone texted me on my phone.
Log onto Skype
“Amelia.” I beamed.
I logged on and immediately saw my friend’s face on the computer. She still looked the same. Dark-brown hair, oval face like a porcelain doll, and sharp almond eyes. That friend of mine was gorgeous, but since that episode with Simon cheating on her, she hadn’t attempted to find another guy.
“How did the funeral go?” I asked her, curious to know how it all went while I was here with Julian.
“It was fine,” she explained, her eyes twitching with tiredness. “But they thought I was Corinne,”
“What?” I gasped. The thought of Julian disappeared from my mind in a nanosecond flat. “They thought you were Dunstan’s mistress? Did you even get to correct them, that the mistress was actually your sister?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I got kicked out before I
could explain myself.”
“Oh, these awful people. I hope you don’t get to see them again.”
“That might be hard since Corinne was called to attend the reading of the will. Apparently, Dunstan left her something upon his death.”
“So you’ll be going, then. I mean with your sister.”
“Yes.” Amelia rubbed her eyes, a yawn escaping her.
At that moment, I really felt for Amelia. That girl really had a tough life. Unlike me, the daughter of millionaire magnate Geoffrey Henderson, Amelia just came from a normal middle-class family, with one older sister named Corinne.
Ten years ago, after the death of their parents, which made them orphans, Corinne quit university to work three different jobs to help support twelve-year-old Amelia and their home, which had a huge mortgage attached to it. Since they had no relatives to rely on, they had to fend for themselves. Three years after, they both hit a brick wall when Corinne lost her main job due to recession. The house they were living in was about to be repossessed by the bank. But Dunstan came along, helping them out. All he asked in return was to visit them regularly. But somehow, over time, Corinne and Dunstan fell in love.
Of course, I don’t actually know the full story. These were bits of information I’d pieced together when Amelia told me some years ago, back in our university days.
I often wondered how we could become such lifelong friends when we really hadn’t been together that long though. And especially since our personalities were like chalk and cheese.
I was often the wild one, the one that needed to be looked after when a party was in full swing, whereas Amelia was the quiet one, the sensible one. But I was also the one that stood up for my friends’ rights, like that night when Simon cheated on Amelia. The night when Julian came to rescue me like a dark knight.
Ahh… Julian.
I missed him already. Missed his lips on mine. Miss his hands roaming my body. Most specifically, I missed his cock inside me, feeling him taking up space in my passage.
I didn’t realize I was daydreaming until Amelia yelled at me.
“Daydreaming at night? What’s going on?”
I just smirked. “Nothing to confirm yet. Once I’m all sussed, I’ll let you know.”
“Have you met someone there?” She paused for a moment, reading my expression. “Kimmy, you’re very fast. You’ve only been there less than a week.”
“What can I say? I’m a seductress. All men fall at my feet.” I laughed. “Oh, sorry Amelia. I have an incoming call. Unknown number.” I swiped the talk button on my phone. “Hello,” I chirped into the phone.
“Kimberly.”
Ripples of lust shot through me in a nanosecond, from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. Julian’s voice on phone was like eating crispy hot wafers while having sex in the pool: crispy, hot, and wet. Dreamy.
“Hello, Julian.” I flicked my gaze to Amelia and signaled her I needed a minute. She smiled, shooing me off, then disappeared off screen too. “Hi. How are you? Did you have to go into work again?”
“Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t get to wake up with you this morning.”
“Oh, that’s all right. I thought I’d imagined that scene from last night. If not for the crumpled bed sheets, I’d be sure I dreamed it all.”
“You didn’t dream. I did take you.”
My legs couldn’t take it anymore. This was like phone sex. His voice really got to me.
“So why did you call?” I asked, throwing myself on the bed and drawing lazy circles on the bedspread. “Miss me already?”
“I do. Missing you now.”
I laughed. “Anything else?”
“And to give you my cell number. I keep on forgetting to give it to you.”
“Uh-ha.” I nodded, smiling like a fool. “Anything else?”
“And about tomorrow.”
Oh God, don’t tell me Julian’s backing out of our deal already. I had so many things planned for tomorrow, like his cock in my mouth, after he took such good care of me last night. It would be like revenge, except we’d both be having a good time.
“Are you changing your mind about tomorrow?” My voice squeaked in fear at the possible outcome. If he really canceled, then I’d slump in this bed until I went hungry.
“No. It’s just we have to go to the office first. I have some things I need to sort out. Then we’ll be on our way.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, that’s fine, then.”
“Would you like to come along too? I’ll pick you up and we can depart straight after.”
“Splendid idea, Julian. I like that idea very much.”
“Then I’ll let you get some sleep.”
“Okay, thank you for calling.”
“Oh, I almost forgot.”
I held my breath. “Yes, what is it?”
“I love you.”
My heart sped up. I gripped onto the phone tighter, pressing my ear closer, as if doing this would allow me to be closer to him.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
“Until tomorrow, then,” he said when I didn’t say anything more.
“Until tomorrow, then, Julian. Good night.”
“Good night, my Kimberly.”
I fell back onto the mattress without even knowing.
My Kimberly. I’m his Kimberly. And he said he loves me.
I blushed. Could two people really fall in love in less than a week? But that was what I’d been feeling since I saw him. He made me want him. He made me miss him. Like right now. The phone was already disconnected, but I was still staring at it like a fool.
Oh God, Julian. He called me my Kimberly. Oh God, Amelia! I left her online.
“Amelia, Amelia, are you still there?” I scrambled out of bed and yelled through the microphone.
“Coming.” I heard her voice first before I saw her face.
As soon as she sat down, I apologized to her.
“I’m so sorry. I got sidetracked.”
“Who was that?”
“Someone.” I gave her a cheesy smile.
“That someone you like? That someone you just told me about a minute ago?”
“Yes, that someone.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he’ll pick me up tomorrow so we can go to SeaWorld.”
“Good for you.”
“Your turn will come soon.” I soothed her. “Who knows? You might meet someone tomorrow.”
“Ahhhh,” Amelia screamed in panic. “Thank you for reminding me about tomorrow. I have to wake up early tomorrow morning to pick up our boss from the airport. Our old boss has retired so our new boss is taking over our company. I heard he’s very scary. So I have to go now. See you here soon. Have fun tomorrow with your Mr. Someone.”
“Bye-bye.” I waved at her, then switched off the laptop.
That night, I went to bed with a smile on my face, looking forward to tomorrow when I would spend the whole day with Julian, the man I loved.
Chapter 10
Monday morning found Julian and me exiting Silverton Hotel hand in hand, like the perfect couple we were. Julian was very attentive, hooking my seatbelt for me when I got in the car and making sure the air-conditioner was turned to the right temperature before driving to Devereux Headquarters.
Julian wouldn’t stop looking at me, even when we were sitting in the car. His eyes were on fire as he took in my form. It was almost like he was making love to me without touching me. That came as no surprise since I took extra care with my beauty routine last night. I wanted to go all out with him today. It would be like a date. But all that was spoiled because of one small thing. His odd question.
“Is it okay if I kiss you?”
I stopped short and looked at his face in confusion. Then I turned red.
“Why do you have to ask? We had sex. Twice. You gave me amazing orgasms. I lost count on that one. Yet you’re not sure if you can kiss me?”
I turned my back to him, staring at the window, to
tally in a pissed-off fashion. Wow, this just totally ruined my mood.
“Kimberly, are you mad at me?” he asked solemnly.
“What do you think?” I asked, refusing to look at his face.
“Kimberly,” he repeated again, this time accompanied with the lightest of touch across my bared arm.
I wasn’t swayed. Even when that touch scorched my skin and turned my mind into a puddle of goo.
Think, Julian, think. What does a girl like me want?
Julian didn’t say anything, but started the car and drove off to Devereux Enterprise. Throughout the drive, he kept staring in my direction with that sad, solemn look. I wished he would just take the initiative and kiss me. I wanted my man to dominate me sometimes. I didn’t want to be the one who always had to seduce people.
As soon as the car stopped at Devereux Enterprise, I flew out and into the elevator. Julian hurried after me just before the door closed.
“Kimberly, what’s wrong? Tell me. I’m sorry.”
See, it was this behavior here I wanted him to change. Be a man and take charge. Where was the man who made love to me? Where was the man I saw three years ago? It was like he was play-acting and it confused me. Who was the real Julian?
“I’m going to see Beau.” That was all I said. He should get the message I didn’t want to talk to him.
I turned my back on Julian again and stared at the wall, folding my arms and pouting. Julian was about to say something when a bunch of people came into the elevator, crowding me, pushing me to the back until I hit his hard chest.
“Kimberly,” he spoke, his fingers brushing my arms, balancing me when I almost toppled over from the impact.
In the jam-packed elevator, I was pressed like a pancake, with Julian as my back support while people clamored in front of me. Suddenly, I felt something poking at the small of my back.
Oh God, it’s Julian. He’s reacting to my body.
I sucked in my breath and ignored it, reminding myself I was still mad with him. But it was extremely hard when my damn body was turning all hot and bothered, like I needed him too.
Why was I reacting to him when I was mad like this? Why were our bodies so in tune with each other, even when our minds spoke different languages?