Novels by Julynee

CHRISTIANI had spent the past few hours watching her, unable to look away. She looked so peaceful, so soft—her long lashes fanned out against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I had never paid this much attention to a woman before, but with her, I couldn’t help it.Was this just an attraction? Or was it something else?The thought unsettled me, but he pushed it aside as the pilot’s voice came through the intercom. “We’ll be landing shortly, Mr. Hilton.” Letting out a breath before gently shaking her shoulder. “Penelope,” I murmured.She stirred slightly, eyes fluttering open. Sleep still clung to her features, making her look even more delicate. I almost didn’t want to wake her up.“We’ve arrived,” I said softly.She blinked a few times before sitting up, slowly getting off me. As she moved to stand, she staggered slightly, her body not fully awake yet.I was on her in an instant, my hands gripping her waist, steadying her. “Easy,

PENELOPESitting in the backseat of Christian’s black car, I stared at my phone screen, rapidly typing to Jess.Me: So… I may or may not be on my way to Santorini right now.The typing bubbles appeared, her reply was instant. Jess: BITCH, WHAT???Me: Christian just said “let’s go” and now I’m in his car heading to his jet.Jess: OH MY GOD. This is some rich people's behavior. Are you hearing yourself? YOU’RE ON YOUR WAY TO HIS PRIVATE JET? I NEED A MOMENT.I could practically hear her screaming through the text. My phone vibrated again before I could respond.Jess: No. NO. I refuse to believe this. Did he hit his head? Did you hit his head? Why is he suddenly Mr. Romantic??Me: I don’t know?? I mean, maybe the sex was just that good?Jess: IT BETTER HAVE BEEN.I shook my head, laughing, before sending one last text.Me: I owe you details when I’m back. Promise.I tucked my phone into my pocket as the car slowed, my attention shifting to Christian’s warm hand closing around mine. His g

CHRISTIANI hated that her words got to me.Not Penelope’s—no, she wasn’t the problem this time. It was what my mother’s cousin said last night at dinner. Thank goodness Penelope couldn't make it, she was stuck at work–or that was an excuse to not be in the same space as me.I kept wondering why she was avoiding me, did she not enjoy it? Did she not enjoy my tongue, my fingers all in her? I know she did, she came on my face, twice. She came on my cock, more times than I could remember. I know for a fact that I'm not a bad lover.“I just don’t understand why anyone would agree to be with you. You’re a workaholic, Christian. You drown yourself in meetings and boardrooms. You don’t appreciate quality time, and let’s be honest—you were never the relationship type. What woman would want to be married to a man who treats his career like his first love?”I’d wanted to ignore it, but the words sank into my skin like poison. Maybe because, deep down, I was afraid she wasn’t wrong.I spent the

PENELOPEI choked—literally choked on air.My glass slipped from my fingers slightly, but I caught it just before it could spill water all over the table. My face burned hotter than the damn sun, and across from me, he sat there, cool as ever, casually cutting into his lamb chops like he didn’t just ruin my entire existence with one sentence.Alfred? Oh, he was already gone, because even he knew better than to stick around for this conversation.I cleared my throat, forcing down the sudden lump that had formed. “Excuse me?”Christian leaned back in his chair, swirling the glass of water in his hand before taking a slow sip. His gaze locked onto me as he set the glass down. “I said… are you going to pretend my face wasn’t buried between your thighs last night?”“Christian!” I hissed, glancing around the room as if someone else could’ve overheard him.He smirked. This man was the devil.“What?” he said smoothly, picking up his fork again. “No response? You had a lot to say last night wh

PENELOPEThe late morning light poured through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. The scent of him lingered in the sheets—warm musk, cologne, and something distinctly Christian.And the warmth of the sheets cocooned me, my body still humming with the remnants of last night. Every inch of me ached—in the best way possible.I kept my breathing steady, my body still, pretending to be asleep as I felt the bed shift. The mattress dipped slightly as he moved. A moment later, I felt it—the press of his lips against my forehead. A soft, lingering kiss.The bed dibbed as he got up, his bare footsteps padding across the hardwood floor.I slowly cracked one eye open, just a peak, just enough to steal a glance.The muscles of his back flexed as he stretched, his broad shoulders rolling. Even from behind, he was breathtaking, all strong lines and firm muscle. The scratches I’d left on him last night were faint, but they were there.My cheeks burned, I shouldn’t be staring, b

CHRISTIAN One minute we're at the party we got invited to. The next, my mouth was on hers, her body was against mine, and we were stumbling into the elevator in a tangle of pent-up longing and heightened adrenaline.Thank God we were in the area where I had just recently bought a penthouse, the drive home would have been long and I needed her. Now. And the penthouse had a private lift because there was no chance in hell we could make it up the stairs without injuring ourselves. Not when my blood was on fire and Penelope was grasping my hair with a desperation that cut into my soul. We somehow made it to the bedroom in one piece. I kicked the door shut behind us and our clothes fell to the floor with little care.Dress. Shoes. Shirt. Underwear.They left a rumpled trail behind us as we fell onto the bed. I kissed my way down her neck and chest while my fingers found the heat between her legs.So wet, so perfect, so mine, so ready for me.Penelope let out a small whimper when I close