Page 78 of B Negative

Twenty-Seven

“Stop the car,”I said just as we passed the main gate.

“What? Why?”

“Oh, come on, Sun. Don’t cockblock her. Pull over,” B said.

Sunny rolled her eyes but pulled over all the same. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she said. “Call me when you’re ready to get picked up.”

“Will do,” I said and flat out ran for the compound doors. If the gates hadn’t opened the moment I approached, I might have barreled right into them.

“Julian!” I called the moment I was in the great room.

“Eden?” His voice floated through the compound, seeming to come from all directions. But I pinpointed it to the study and bolted for it.

He lounged on the sofa, legs outstretched, arms behind his head with a pile of papers next to him. Surprise laced with something else crossed his features as he rose to greet me.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

I nodded, falling into his arms. “I wasn’t expecting to be here. But Jaxson had a nuptial crisis, and I was here anyway, so I thought…”

Julian pulled me away, laughter in his gaze. “Jaxson got married?”

“Oh no, we put a stop to that nonsense.”

“You’ll have to relay that story to me at some other time. You look… different, Eden. What’s changed?” He brushed a strand of hair from my face, eyes scanning me head to toe.

“I ran with the pack today. I’m probably all flushed and gross.”

Julian’s brows pulled together, and while the crease was still there, today it didn’t seem as deep. “Love, you couldn’t be gross if you tried.” He gazed at me, smile on his face as the outer rim of his pupils slowly expanded.

“I can’t stand being away from you, Eden.” Julian ran his nose up the curve of my neck, sighing against my flesh like I was the best thing he’d ever smelled.

He held the back of my neck, fingers gently massaging into my nape.

I relaxed into the sensation, letting his touch work out the tension I kept there. Slowly, his fingers traced up into my hairline, rubbing the sensitive parts where my neck met my skull.

I groaned, eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck, is there such a thing as a scalp orgasm?”

Julian’s soft chuckle drifted to me as he twisted his fingers around a thick lock of hair and squeezed.

I inhaled sharply as the sweet tension on my scalp heightened all the delicious sensations he’d already pulled from me.

“Possibly,” he rumbled in my ear, throwing me into full body shivers once again. “But I’m interested in a more traditional orgasm, or three, at the moment,”

“Yeah, OK,” I murmured. “Sounds good to me.”

I had no intention of getting boned today. In fact, Julian and I had a FaceTime call scheduled later this evening. A dirty FaceTime call. One where Sunny was supposed to be out with Titus and B would pretend he didn’t hear anything from my side of the door.

My whole body shivered as Julian’s hand slid to the small of my back and spun me around. Hand still in my hair, he guided me forward, so my upper half was bent over the back of the sofa. “Would you like me to make you come, Eden?”

Jesus, fuck! This was way better than a dirty FaceTime call.

An embarrassing whimper was all I managed to make in response.

"Tsk, tsk,” Julian scolded, gripping my hair even tighter. Electricity shot from the roots of my hair all the way down my back and to my toes. It hardly seemed fair that he liked punishing me with pleasure.

Maybe it was supposed to be painful?

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