I could sense that Ysabelle needed some alone time, so I let her be, against my better judgment. I needed to remember that she processed things in her own way and if I pushed her, she would push back.

I took the time to find Julia.

“Hey, can you excuse us for a minute?” I announced to Anthony, who nodded before she followed me inside.

“What’s up?” she asked, sipping her wine.

“Not much, I just wanted to take a few minutes and see how you were doing.”

“I’m great, thanks for asking. How are you?”

“Really good.”

“I can see that. I’m happy for you, Sebby.”

I smiled. I knew she meant it.

“I could say the same for you. You seem smitten.”

She blushed. “I am, he’s a nice guy. We’ve been officially monogamous for maybe the last few weeks. He’s a lawyer, too. We met when my client decided to run his off the road. It’s random, I know.”

“How much do you know about him?”

“Enough…why?”

“Maybe we should sit down,” I suggested, pulling out the dining room chair.

“Okay.”

I set my elbows on my thighs. “I don’t want to be the one to have to tell you this but I also don’t want to see you get hurt. I never wanted to see you get hurt.”

She nodded. “You’re scaring me.”

“Ysabelle recognizes him.” I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her reaction.

She cocked her head to the side. “Oh, I see…did you think I didn’t already know that?”

I jerked back.

“Anthony has been very honest since day one, as have I. I’m done with the lies as much as you are, Sebby. I have no problem with his past, hell, I have one, too. We all do. I don’t have a problem with it. And you seemed not to either, seeing as you’re with her,” she prompted with attitude.

“Julia, you’re twisting my words. My concern isn’t coming from a place of jealousy,” I reminded. “I care about you and I always will. You’re the mother of my son and always will be. I don’t want to see you get hurt, again. So all I’m trying to say is be careful; that’s all.”

“I appreciate that and I could say the same to you.”

“Excuse me?”

“She loves you, Sebby, don’t twist my words,” she repeated right back to me. “But…sometimes that’s not enough. Trust me, I know.”

“Juli—”

“Christian is very excited to see you and I know he’s missed you terribly, as I’m sure you have, too.”

“Of course. We have a lot to discuss, Julia. I’m actually here because I wanted to let you know about my plans. We need to work out something with Christian for the future.”

She nodded. “I figured as much. I take it you’re planning on taking residence.”

“Yes,” I simply stated.

“All right. How long are you in town for?”

“All week.”

“Sounds good, give me a call tomorrow and I’ll check my schedule. We can meet up for lunch?”

I nodded.

“You look good, Sebby.”

“You do, too.”

She walked back to Anthony and I caught Ysabelle’s stare from the corner of my eye; she shyly smiled at me and turned to continue the conversation with my mom.

It was late evening when we drove back to the suite.

“That wasn’t too bad. Huh?” I squeezed her hand.

“Compared to what?” She grinned.

I made some phone calls and scheduled out my week when we got back. I didn’t realize how much I needed to take care of before I headed back to the island. It would be taking up most of my time while we were there. I found Ysa in bed with her e-reader. I laid my head on her stomach and looked up at her.

“What porn are you reading tonight?” I teased.

She rolled her eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you, it’s not porn! It’s romance. There’s a storyline.”

“Oh yeah? Romance...read me the last sex scene in your book.”

“What?”

“You heard me, find the last sex scene in your book and read it to me. Then you can tell me if it’s smut or not.”

She narrowed her eyes at me.

“Do it,” I dared.

Never one to turn down a challenge, she lay back on the bed and went to the last sex scene.

“He slowly removed her panties from her body, making sure to leave a wake of desire and lust with each precise glide of his fingers, which ran down her delicate, creamy skin.”

I proceeded to do exactly what she just read aloud. Her eyes caught mine and she seductively smiled, knowing what I was leading to. Once her panties were removed, I tossed them aside and waited for her next direction.

“He spread her open and watched in awe as her face flushed from the forwardness of his actions. She didn’t speak, but she didn’t have to, her pussy spoke for itself.”

I inched her legs to open for me and licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come. “I agree…your pussy always communicates with me, she’s actually quite shameless, always juicy and waiting for me to stick my cock in her,” I groaned.

She giggled. “Her arousal was evident on her parted folds and when he placed the palm of his hand to her throbbing nub, she let out a soft moan.”

My hand crept up her thigh to her tight cunt and I pressed forward, pulling back the hood to expose that perfect red clit as she bit her bottom lip.

“Keep reading,” I taunted.

“His hand glided forward and backward, her wetness making it easy for him to do so. You could hear the moisture that pooled for him and only him. With his other hand, he used his middle and ring finger to push inside her warm and welcoming heat.”

I never stopped moving my hand as she read the next passage and her voice started to break. When I pushed in my fingers, she let out the most incredible moan.

“Keep going, Ysa.”

She let out a breath. “He began to fuck her ever so slightly while he manipulated the little bundle of nerves, driving her to the brink of insanity. And then he slowed down his motions, making her wild with need.”

I followed her direction and then slowed when she told me to, she whimpered in disappointment.

“He did this a few more times until she couldn’t take it anymore and her back arched off the bed as she found her release.”

I moved my hands simultaneously, until her walls would grasp my fingers and then I would pause. Every time I did that, her breathing hitched and her body would tremble.

“Do you want to come?” I taunted.

“Yes…”

“Should I let you come?”

“Yes…”

“Why should I let you come?”

“Because I love you.”

Well, who could say no to that?

My pace quickened as her juices spread and my hand was soaked by the time she came. She threw her e-reader aside and freed my cock from my gym shorts. She deep throated my dick so far to the back of her throat she gagged, going back and forth, creating a tight suctioning as she went. Her spit gathered quickly and she twisted her hand up and down my shaft as she sucked me off.

“Jesus…Ysa…” I growled. 

I gripped the back of her head and watched as she lowered her hand to her clit. She played with herself and sucked my cock like a goddamn vacuum. I could tell she was close to coming with her movements getting heavier and urgent.

“Fuck yes...just like that…suck just like that, baby.”

She moaned and that was my undoing. I held her head in place as I spread my seed; she groaned and shook as she came, swallowing every last drop of my come.

“So now tell me…” I panted. “It’s not porn, right?”

She laughed.