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Julian squeezed me tight, tugging me even closer until our hips fit neatly together, legs almost tangled. The heat of his body warmed mine, his chest muscles firm against my breasts. The material of the dress wasn’t exactly thick. The friction was enough to make my nipples peak.

Julian noticed. He dragged his hands up my sides until his thumbs were just underneath my breasts.

“No bra?” he murmured.

I leaned up and bit down lightly on his ear before whispering. “No panties, either.”

He groaned out loud, fingers tightening around my rib cage.

“Fuck, Ev, are you serious right now?” he asked, his voice strained.

I took his hands and brought them down until they cupped my ass, noticeably lacking panty lines.

“Why don’t you find out yourself?” I asked.

He squeezed and kneaded. Heat pooled between my legs. I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

“You’re doing this to drive me crazy, aren’t you?” His eyes darted back and forth, scanning the busy dance floor. “We’re in the middle of a club.”

“Don’t you have access to private rooms? So you can avoid the public?” I put on my most innocent expression, but my voice betrayed wicked intentions. “After all, as a celebrity, you’re going to want some privacy.” I rolled my hips and ground down against him. He was already hardening in his jeans. “Don’t want to be bothered by fans and media. Isn’t that right?”

“Fuck,” he cursed, eyes flashing wildly, before he grabbed my hand. “Come with me.”

Julian dragged me through the club, up the stairs, and down a hallway. A bouncer took one look at him and let us through a set of double doors. Julian found the first open door, practically flung me into it and kicked the door closed.

I didn’t have time to say a word before he took both my wrists in his hands and pushed me up against the wall, pinning me down with his hips. His hands tightened on my wrists. The hunger in his eyes made my insides flutter and pulse. He leaned down, putting his mouth right against mine.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured roughly.

“So you keep saying,” I said. “And yet here you are, still alive. Maybe I should try harder?”

He rocked his hips, grinding his cock into me. My stomach clenched.

“I’m hard enough for the both of us,” he chuckled darkly. “Now don’t move.”

He let go out of my wrists, trailing his hands down my arms, down my breasts, to the tops of my thighs. He nudged my legs apart with his knee, lifting my dress, and caressed my inner thighs, going higher and higher, until—

“Fuck, Ev,” he grunted as his fingers found my wet core. My head thumped back against the wall as his dipped his fingers between my lower lips. “You’re fucking dripping. So goddamn hot for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I groaned. “I want it. I want you. Please.”

He plunged two fingers into me. I cried out and balled my hands into fists, but didn’t move them. I couldn’t help the squirm of my hips.

“More,” I demanded.

“You want more?” He took one of my hands and cupped my palm over his stiff bulge. I thumbed the button open and fumbled for the zipper. “You want this?”

I managed to grab the tab between thumb and forefinger and unzipped, letting his cock spring out. He jammed his hand into his pocket and pulled out protection, quickly ripping open the package and rolling it on.

He fisted my dress in his hand and roughly pulled the zipper down from neck to hem, until it was completely open and hanging from my arms, exposing my naked body.

His eyes flashed, looking ravenous as he took in the sight. He put his hands on my ass and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting his weight press me against the wall.

With a single thrust he pierced into me, making me cry out in pleasure. I clawed my nails into his back, hanging on for dear life as he pummeled into me, slamming me back against the wall with a ferocity I’d rarely experienced from Julian. He was a generous lover, attentive and thorough, but he rarely let himself go like this. I rarely saw him let loose and let himself be consumed by pleasure, by pure feeling.

And I loved it.

“Harder,” I moaned. “Give it to me.”