Julian

 

 

"So you finally made your move?" Sebastian stretches his long legs as he sits on my couch. "It took you long enough."

I wait for a beat before replying because the joke holds more truth than I care to admit. I wasted time with Maya. When I first saw her at Falon Shaw's studio, I should have ended my relationship with Isadora that day.

I felt a pull to Maya that was unfamiliar. I wanted her in a way that I'd never wanted a woman before, but I assumed it was pure lust. Rearranging my entire life for a random fuck wasn't something I would have done then. I'd never consider it now either.

Isadora's decision to push me on the topic of marriage may have set the wheels in motion, but my desire for Maya was the catalyst for change.

I couldn't stay with Isadora when I wanted someone else as much as I did Maya.

"She's incredible, Sebastian." I take a seat on the chair next to the couch. "Getting to know her has changed me. It's changed my life."

"You sound like you're in love."

I consider his words carefully. I've wondered the same thing myself, but it's too soon. It feels too soon. "It's headed in that direction. I'm taking her to dinner in an hour."

"Good," he shoots back. "I want you happy. Which leads to my next question."

I cock a brow. "Ask away."

"Does Maya have a sister?"

Reaching forward I tap his knee with my hand. "Twins. She has twin sisters."

He shoots me a look. "I want details, Julian. Find out if they're single and make sure you tell them I'm NYPD. Women love that. They fucking love it."

 

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"I thought you'd take me to Axel Tribeca." Maya closes the menu in front of her. "I like this place a lot though."

I didn't take her to Axel because I wanted to give her a new experience. That's why I brought her to this restaurant. It's small and they serve good Italian food. I can always get a table.

"Let's talk business for a minute." I rest my hands on top of the menu. "Tell me where you are with the penthouse sale."

She squeezes the side of her neck. "I have two interested parties and they both wanted a second showing. One of those happened today and the other is two days from now. I'm hopeful that I'll get an offer out of one of them."

I've kept a close eye on the calendar. I want to extend the deadline but I won't. We have a signed contract and granting her a favor because I'm dating her won't serve me well with the board. Beyond that, I'm confident that the penthouse will be off the market before the deadline arrives.

"You'll get it sold, Maya." I reach for her hand. "Second showings are a good sign of interest."

She looks down at our joined hands. "I believe that too. You met one of the parties. It's the Clarksons. Do you remember them?"

I'll never forget them. Dancing next to them is a sweet memory for me. That afternoon ended with me kissing Maya. The taste of her lips is something I crave. To satiate that, I lean forward and kiss her, softly.

"What was that for?"

"A thank you for dancing me with that day we met the Clarksons." I kiss her again. "That one is a thank you for later when you let me ravage your body in my bed."

"Is that what we are having for dessert?" she whispers. "You'll eat me before you fuck me?"

I move closer to her in the booth we're sitting in. "Is that what you want me to do?"

"Yes." She looks into my eyes. "I'm tempted to skip dinner and go straight to dessert. It's been days since I've felt you inside me."

I reach for her thigh and her lips part slightly.

"Spread."

She does. She parts her knees and I take full advantage, skimming my fingertips up her leg until they rest under the hem of her white skirt.

"Do you want me inside you now?" I whisper the words against her lips before I claim her mouth in a deep kiss. "Tell me you do."

She eyes the only server in the place. His face is buried in his phone. The kitchen staff is out of view, and the only other patrons are seated clear across the restaurant. "I've never done…"

I slide my fingers to the edge of her panties. They're lace, likely pretty. I run my fingertip over the top of her leg where the panties meet her soft skin.

"I'll come." She half giggles, half moans. "I'll come if you touch me now."

She's so wet that I can feel it through the lace. "Then you'll come."

I skim my finger under the fabric and along the top of her mound. It's just as smooth as it was the last time I touched her. "Spread more."

There's no hesitation as she does. She shifts on the seat, pushing her legs far enough apart that it grants me access to her wetness.

I glide my finger over the seam of her pussy, slowly; painfully slowly and the moan that escapes her is caught in my mouth when I kiss her.

"If you come now, you blow me later."

"I'll crawl under the table and blow you now," she counters with a lift of her brow. "I love sucking your cock."

The need to be inside of her is strong. I want my dick in her heat, pounding into her with steady even strokes until I feel her shudder around me.

Since I can't have that, I take what I can, gliding my fingertips along the wetness until I find her clit.

I watch her intently as she bites her lip and her eyes roll back in her head. I circle that nub of plump swollen flesh with my finger, over and over, increasing the pressure, slowing and then racing, pushing her to the edge.

Her hips start to circle, small bursts of movement chasing after what she craves most right now. She wants to come here, next to me, because the need outweighs everything else.

"I told you… god, Julian, I'm going…"

I take her mouth again in a deep, messy kiss just as I shove two fingers inside her so I can feel every ripple of her tight pussy as she gives me her release.