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  Julian’s hands reached behind Eva’s back. He grabbed a single ass cheek firmly with one hand and waited. Eva’s breath quickened with anticipation. The corner of her lips twisted into a tiny smile. She guessed his next move and the thrill of being a step ahead was exhilarating. His hand over her ass wouldn’t be enough for him. It was too subtle for him. She was right. His other hand slowly crept inside her tracksuit bottoms. His fingers were momentarily restrained by the tight elastic. He pulled his mouth free from Eva’s and looked into her eyes. She nodded. Julian pushed and his whole hand was inside her pants, cupping her.

  ‘No knickers, Evangeline. You never stop surprising me.’ A wicked twinkle danced in his eyes.

  Eva cringed. She was in such a hurry to get dressed and follow him that she’d forgotten her bloody underwear. And now he’d think it was part of the game. It wasn’t, it really wasn’t. Eva fought the lump growing in her throat.

  Julian ran the tip of his nose against the bridge of Eva’s and softly kissed his way down her neck, stopping just above her collarbone before switching to the other side.

  ‘You truly surprise the hell out of me, Evangeline,’ he said between soft caresses of his warm lips against her tingling skin.

  Eva shrugged gently. It was habit to shake off compliments. Instinct almost.

  ‘If you’d just relax for more than five seconds, maybe you’d surprise yourself. You might even see how fucking amazing you are.’

  A tiny shiver settled at the nape of Eva’s neck.

  ‘But that’s my challenge, Evangeline. I’m going to show you just how amazing you are. Starting tonight. Now relax. You’ll like this - I promise.’

  Eva did as she was told. She sighed heavily and surrendered her body to him. He pushed his hand just a fraction lower and paused for a second before slipping two fingers deep inside her. Eva winced at the sting of the stretch. His hands were huge; she wasn’t used to so much pressure. It burned. She wanted to pull away from him, but his body pinned her to the spot.

  She whimpered like a wounded animal but Julian’s kisses softened and his lips told her it was okay.

  ‘Stop, wait,’ Eva pleaded. ‘Let me get used to you.’

  Julian’s fingers stilled, he left them idle inside her with no force. Eva slowly relaxed. The pain eased. She trusted him. She trusted this new man more than she had ever trusted anyone in her life. Julian’s kisses continued, warm and gentle. He never coerced her. He just waited. The pain stopped, but the stretch remained. A hot, intense pressure. She wanted more, much, much more. She slowly ground her hips from side to side. Each time Julian’s fingers dared move, Eva would stop, inhale sharply, and try not to tense.

  Julian took his lips from hers and ran them down the side of her neck. His hot breath hovered over her ear every so often.

  ‘We can take this as slow as you need to. Just enjoy me.’ Julian promised.

  Eva closed her eyes and relaxed. A heat was building inside her as her aching muscles clenched around his fingers. Pleasure darted like a powerful waterfall cascading through her body. She was close, right on the edge. Her breath quickened, and a hot flush teased her face.

  ‘Not yet, Evangeline. Hold it.’

  Eva tried. She was panting now; she was so close, she didn’t think she could hold back much longer, but she desperately wanted to do as he asked.

  ‘Just a little more. Wait…wait…good girl.’

  Eva pouted instinctively and exhaled in short, rapid breaths.

  Julian’s fingers pushed just a fraction deeper and curled like a question mark. His fingertips knew their way and pushed excitedly against her spot. Her orgasm exploded like the pop of a cork from a champagne bottle and intense pleasure fizzed through her in tiny bubbles of ecstasy.

  ‘That’s it…keep going. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.’

  Eva squirmed and bucked against his hand. The pleasure was more than she could handle.

  Finally, she wilted and felt heavy as the tension faded and she regained control of her own body.

  ‘Oh, my God. Oh, my God.’ She knew there had to be better words, but there was no way her flabbergasted mind could search for them. She did well just to function at all.

  ‘I told you you’d like it,’ Julian said, a triumphant smirk lit up his face.

  Julian rested his hand between her breasts. Her heart raced against his palm. She loved being this close to him. She loved that just the simple touch of his hand could make her feel safe - wanted.

  ‘More?’ Julian shrugged his brow and invited Eva to touch him.

  Eva’s hands, exhausted, reached for Julian’s trousers. Her hand brushed against his rock hard erection. She wanted to see it. She wanted to expose his body and examine every inch of his skin.

  The button on Julian’s trousers wobbled in place as Eva’s fingers rushed. The crisp snap of the zip lowering made Eva nervous. But she couldn’t help but smile when she found dark navy boxers. The fitted jersey material clung to Julian’s cock like a naughty teaser. She could see his size, his firm, wide size. Christ, she wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside her. She was so ready; she could feel the warm, silky wet between her legs.

  She tucked her thumbs inside the light grey trim on the top of Julian’s boxers and began to tug. His hands grabbed hers roughly and raised them to his mouth, kissing each hand in turn.

  ‘Not now, Evangeline. I told you, it’s too soon.’

  ‘Too soon?’ Eva repeated, trying not to reveal how confused she felt.

  ‘Because you’re not ready for me. I’ll hurt you.’

  ‘It’s okay,’ Eva said slightly scared that he was right.

  ‘No.’ Julian was blunt. There was no arguing with him. Eva felt hideously deflated. They had come this far. He had taken over her body. She had let him. He had watched her come and fall into his arms, but he refused her the same courtesy. She was angry, hurt, upset. She didn’t know what she was. Mostly, she was uncomfortable. She gave it up so easily. Julian, a fucking escort, had more self-control. But she wasn’t easy, and she wasn’t that kind of girl. What in the hell did he do to her? She barely recognised herself around him. Damn him and his ridiculously hot everything.

  ‘It’s okay,’ Eva lied. ‘If you don’t want to, I understand.’

  Julian’s hands clasped each side of Eva’s face. She tried to pull away from him, but she was no match for his strength.

  ‘Don’t be such a stupid twat,’ Julian said as his eyes fixed on hers.

  Eva’s head jerked back. How fucking dare he insult her? She wanted to ask him to leave. No, she wanted to scream at him to get out…or slap him across the face. Yeah, a hard slap would teach him. But she wouldn’t, of course. She couldn’t deal with the awkwardness that would obviously follow. It was easier just to let him have his stupid power trip. Eva’s eyes stung. She didn’t want to blink. She knew tears were building, and she was already so embarrassed. She didn’t know how she would react if Julian saw her cry.

  He noticed, crap. Eva couldn’t control them. Tiny tears ran down her cheeks. Julian’s hand left the grip of her face and he caught a tiny droplet on his finger. He ran his finger along his lips, and the tear left a sparkling stain as it passed.

  Julian kissed Eva again. She wanted to push him away, but his salty lips tasted like heaven. She couldn’t resist his touch.

  ‘Of course, I want you. I want to fuck you so hard your head spins. But not yet. I’m telling you, you’re not ready for me. You’re too tiny. It’s another thing we’re going to have to work on.’

  More tears fell like soft summer rain. But Eva didn’t try to hold them back now. Soft sobs shook her body.

  Julian wrapped his arms around her slim shoulders and kissed her gently on the forehead. ‘Shh, don’t cry, baby. It’s okay.’

  Eva nodded. It was okay. It was really, really okay. And holy shit, had he just called her baby? The small word sounded beyond fabulous, more than making up for that ugly word earlier.

  ‘I’m not a vir
gin, Julian,’ Eva said, surprisingly not blushing as much as she’d expected. Just thinking of the word usually made her cringe, but Julian was having a calming effect on her. She could probably say all manner of naughty words if she had to. A tiny tingle ran down her spine as she thought of an impressive list of naughtiness.

  Julian laughed a low, humming vibration. ‘Congratulations. Neither am I.’

  ‘Well, that’s obvious.’

  Eva’s throwaway comment was followed by a painfully exaggerated silence. Julian didn’t move. A disapproving knot sat across his forehead.

  Finally, he spoke. ‘Well, how many other men have there been, Evangeline?’

  Eva shuddered. She much preferred when he called her baby. She wanted him to call her that again. Evangeline seemed to stick in his throat. No one had called her by her full name since she left New Jersey. Her mother was the last person to say it. Eva shuddered, she really didn’t want to think about New Jersey now. She might start crying again. She was sure Julian would definitely think she was weird then.

  ‘Well?’

  Julian wasn’t letting it go. She really didn’t want to answer, but technically, she had brought it up. How could she admit she’d only ever been with two guys? Her first was short and overweight. She’d only done it because she was twenty-two and dying to lose it. Of course, she’d been horribly disappointed. So disappointed that her second time she’d made sure she was drunk first. That hadn’t gone as planned either; she was so pissed she barely knew what he looked like, and she’d woken up to an empty bed with the drinks bill waiting for her.

  But Julian was different; for one thing, he had a massive cock that she couldn’t wait to touch and he oozed sex appeal.

  ‘That’s none of your business,’ Eva snapped, but a sheepish giggle revealed that she wasn’t entirely angry.

  ‘Okay, fine; an easier question. Have you ever come like that before?’

  Eva digested his question. She’d come before, of course, she had. She was getting pretty good at knowing where to touch to get herself off. But that wasn’t his question, she knew.

  ‘Don’t answer. Your face says it all.’

  Eva wished she could see her face. She guessed it screamed a resounding no. At least if it was telling the truth it did.

  ‘I want to come like that again.’ Eva tilted her head onto her shoulder and ran her fingers through her hair. She couldn’t believe she said that out loud. She knew she wanted it, she just wasn’t expecting to admit it.

  ‘Tell me what you want.’

  ‘I want you to do me,’ Eva said, biting her bottom lip.

  ‘No,’ Julian reiterated. ‘Stop it.’ This time he actually sounded angry.

  Eva’s lip dropped.

  ‘Fuck, Evangeline. Have you any idea how hard it is to say no to you? Here…do you feel how much I want you?’

  Julian caught Eva’s hand and slammed it against his cock. It throbbed beneath her touch.

  ‘I’d rip you to pieces if I fucked you now.’

  Eva tightened her grip. He wasn’t lying. He was like a rock. He was broad and so hard; Eva cheekily touched her thumb against her index finger and gasped as she measured him.

  ‘I want to fuck you. Who wouldn’t? I want to push and stretch you, and leave my mark on you. But I need you to be ready. I know I won’t be able to stop if you ask me to, so I need you to be able to take that. Understand?’

  Eva understood what he was saying. But she didn’t agree. It was all too primal for her.

  ‘So, you’re happy for me to come. But you…what? You just don’t have needs?’

  ‘Needs and wants are two different things, Evangeline. You’ll have to learn that.’

  Eva shrugged her shoulders. She knew there was probably some deeper meaning behind his riddle, but she really didn’t want to have to work it out right now. Her best guess would have to do. ‘So you need to make me come to feel good about yourself?’

  Eva knew that it came out more like an accusatory statement than a genuine question as soon as she said it.

  ‘Of course, it matters to me that you’re satisfied. Do I need to hear you scream with pleasure, well no, why would I? Do I want to hear you scream and call my name? Fucking right, I do. I want your head to get so dizzy that you think you’re going to pass out.’

  A fragile confidence rushed through Eva, and she found herself flirting. ‘A challenge?’ She smirked. It was effortless and her natural reaction to his sexy attitude.

  ‘A challenge? Julian locked eyes with her. ‘No, not really. Is it something I’m good at…well, let’s check again, shall we?’

  Eva didn’t reply with words, her puckered lips said it all. He was a cocky bastard, but she liked it.

  Julian leaned upright. He pressed his knee between her legs, forcing them open for him. He brushed roughly off Eva’s clit, and she shuddered, uncontrolled. She was so sensitive, the slightest touch sent tingles shooting through her body. His other knee followed until he was kneeling between her. His perfect face grew closer to Eva’s, stopping just millimetres before touching her.

  ‘You’re so gorgeous,’ he whispered. ‘I can barely control myself around you.’

  His hot breath brushed against Eva’s lips like a summer breeze. She opened her mouth a fraction to taste his delicious words. His tongue gently worked its way inside her mouth, exploring with soft, firm pressure. She could taste the warm afterglow of expensive champagne. His tongue mirrored the pattern it had taken between her legs earlier. Eva knew he was teasing her. He wanted her to remember the soft, sweet pleasure of his tongue against her clit. It worked; she wanted more. She wanted to beg him to lick her again; to make her come over and over. But she wouldn’t dare. It was his turn now, he’d been more than patient, and she wanted to return the compliment.

  Julian’s movements were rough and firm and suddenly Eva relished in the apprehension of not knowing what he would do next. Julian’s legs scissored at the hips, forcing Eva’s legs wide apart to accommodate him. Her groin stretched to its max, aching and throbbing under the strain.

  ‘It’s rude to stare, Evangeline. Don’t you know that?’

  Eva quickly pulled her eyes away from his bulging boxers and was about to apologise when she was distracted by his coquettish laugh.

  ‘If there’s something you’d like to see, then you should just ask.’

  Julian raised an eyebrow suggestively. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled it free from his boxers. He pumped just once. A slow, steady movement, his hand working its way to his base and tugging himself back up. His gazed remained fixed on Eva’s face. He was watching her reaction; she knew he wanted her to look at him. She was, just not into his eyes. She could feel his eyes on her, but she couldn’t look anywhere other than his huge pulsing cock.

  Eva struggled for air. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen. His tight grip worked its way up and down his swollen shaft. Eva watched him like a tiger about to pounce. His breath grew shorter and deeper. His free hand rested on the floor, his bicep hardened, taking the full weight of his torso. He slouched forward, but Eva placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back. She didn’t want to miss his show.

  ‘Put your hands above your head.’ Julian ordered.

  She did. A titillating smile twisted his delicious lips. He pumped harder.

  ‘Arch your back…yeah like that…stretch out for me.’

  Eva forced her shoulders back against the soft, warm rug and lifted her pelvis toward him.

  ‘Ah fuck, baby. You ready?’ Julian groaned.

  His words were rushed, and Eva could feel his urgency.

  A deep groan hummed inside him, and he exploded. Cum sprayed from his throbbing cock, soaking Eva’s t-shirt. She lay very still, catching every drop.

  Julian rolled to the side and flopped beside her. His body suddenly felt heavier against her than before. She could feel his heart race as he kissed her forehead. She didn’t move. She stared at this beautiful man who had just shared a little
bit of heaven with her. Julian Harte, the ultimate Sex God, had just shot his cum all over her, and it was awesome. Maybe if she never moved again, this moment would last forever.

  13

  Julian had pushed Eva’s dampened t-shirt out of his way and used her soft, peachy breast as his pillow. His rough stubble grazed against her skin and the combined smell of his aftershave and semen left a delicious reminder of their sex. Eva wriggled a little. She was overly aware of her exposed chest. Her eyes were heavy, and she was close to drifting off to sleep. She shook her head a little, trying not to disturb Julian. He looked so content. Content to have spilled his cum all over her clothes. Content to lay sprawled naked on her rug, asleep in the afterglow of a sweet release.

  Eva wished she could share his satisfaction. Sure, she was physically satisfied. Her pussy still pulsed in memory of his touch, and when she licked her lips, she could still taste his sweet kiss. But she wasn’t satisfied enough to relax. She was conscious that she had just pushed the boundaries of her own limitations. She’d let herself go completely with a man she knew nothing about just because he had the most beautiful face and body she had ever seen. She felt cheap and ashamed, but she couldn’t help wishing that when he woke, they could do it all over again, and more. Eva closed her eyes and enjoyed the weight of Julian’s arm stretched across her as she fell asleep.

  The shattering of glass woke her. She jumped. Julian’s hand gently touched her face, and his eyes locked with hers.

  ‘It’s okay, the wine glass just knocked over and broke,’ he said softly.

  Eva’s heart raced and breathing rushed almost out of control.

  ‘Christ, baby, are you okay?’

  The sudden loud noise disturbing her sleep freaked Eva out so much that she barely noticed Julian had referred to her with what was fast becoming her favourite pet name. But barely noticing was enough. If there was ever a time she needed someone, needed him to give a shit about her, now was it. And that one small word told her that maybe he did.