Page 34 of Old Money

I unlock it and open it slowly, hiding my bottom half behind the door as I look up at him. I was emboldened by my libido and the safety of being a few miles away from him. But now he’s here.

He stares down at me, his hair slightly disheveled, with this look in his eye that I only saw yesterday in that bedroom. A look that’s equally as pained as it is determined. A look like he’s having an internal argument, and he doesn’t know which side he should let win. But he pushes the door open, stepping inside, and closes it. He takes my arm, pulling me gently so I’m in front of him.

“Don’t go hiding now,” he says, then his lips crash into mine, his arms snaking around my body as he lifts me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist as one of his hands slides up and down one of them, the other cupping my ass as he carries me to the kitchen and sets me on the counter.

He picks me up again, spinning me around and carrying me toward the couch. He moves a pillow and lays me down gently, kissing me softly, then more urgently, then soft again as he situates me on the couch.

“I love how it looks on you,” he says between kisses as his hands slide up and down my freshly shaved legs, “but I want to see it off of you.” I moan lightly against his lips as his hands slide up past my hips, over my panties, toward my stomach.

And then I become aware of everything that’s transpiring. I’ve gotten so used to him being the strong one, the one who stops it before it gets to a point of no return, that I don’t know how to act when that point never comes. I push up against him, pushing him toward the back of the couch as I crawl up onto my knees and straddle him.

“You said you didn’t know what you wanted from me,” I whisper. He looks up at me, his eyebrows knitting together. He reaches a hand up, caressing my cheek before wrapping his hand through my hair.

“I don’t. I don’t know what any of this is,” he says. “But I know that I don’t want anyone else to have you. And I don’t want any part of anyone else.”

Oh, fuck.

“Prove it,” I say, a sly little smile playing on my lips. He smiles and shakes his head, pulling me down to him. I slide back and forth on his lap while he kisses me, my own wetness seeping through the silk of my panties and onto him.

He pushes to his feet, still holding me to him, carrying me into the bedroom. He lays me down gently, his hand under my head. Slowly, we come apart as his hands find the bottom of my—well, his—shirt, and I swallow. He pulls the fabric up slowly, and I feel chills ripple across my skin. Finally, he tugs it off over my head, and I lie there, almost naked, in front of Julian Everett. He tugs off his own shirt, and I ogle at the body I’ve spent an embarrassing number of hours stalking on the internet. ButGod,it’s so much better in person.

He unzips his jeans, kicking them off. I push up onto my elbows, then I sit all the way up. He stands in front of me, and I reach out and pull him closer by the waistband of his boxers. I tug them gently, looking up at him to make sure he’s okay with it. He nods slowly, stroking my hair as I pull them down, letting him spring free.

Oh. Sothat’sa penis.I don’t know what the fraternity brothers I let hit it for the last few years were working with, but it wasnothinglike this. It’s long and thick with a snake-like vein running down the shaft and a tuft of trimmed brown hair at the top.

It’sbeautiful.

“Your turn, honey,” he says, pushing me back gently. I swallow as he reaches up, hooking his thumbs under the straps and pulling them down. And then he’s staring down at me,allof me. “My god, Sawyer. You are beautiful.”

I swallow again as the heat flushes in my cheeks. He kneels down toward me, as I push up on my elbows again, kissing me softly. He pauses, holding my chin in his hand.

“I’m going to ruin you, sweetheart,” he whispers. I bring my lips to his again, letting my tongue invade his mouth, biting gently on his bottom lip.

“I wish you’d do it faster,” I say. His eyes jump, alighting with a fire I haven’t seen yet. And then, it’s like a beast has been unleashed. He kisses me again, sliding one hand down to my neck, then between my breasts, down to my pussy. When his fingers slide between my folds and he feels how wet I am, a low moan escapes his lips that makes me want to erupt like a fucking geyser.

“Oh, honey,” he whispers, “you’re ready for me, huh?”

I nod.

“I’ve been ready,” I say.

“Mmm,” he moans again. He moves his hand in a slow circle at first, pressing against my clit with just the right amount of pressure before he slips two fingers inside of me. I press my head back into the mattress, clutching at the blankets.

“Sweetheart?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to taste you now,” he says.

Oh, fuck.

I nod slowly, closing my eyes as our lips part, and he moves down my body, leaving little kisses all over my skin as he does.

When he gets to my center, he wraps a hand around either of my legs. He drags his lips down my inner thighs, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Then he pushes my legs up and apart, leaving me open and exposed and throbbing for more.

His eyes flick up to me for a moment, then he dives in. He drags his tongue up and down my slit. He uses his thumbs to spread me apart more, pushing his face farther and farther into me as his tongue pulses against me, the orgasm building in my belly.

“Honey, I could eat you out all goddamn day,” he says. “You are fucking delicious.”

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