Chapter 23

Julian

I gripped her chin at the last second, angling her face away then stepping aside towards the door as I tried and failed to shake off the regret already coiling in my gut.

“We’re done here.” I said without inflection, only glancing back slightly. “Have a good night.”

“Wait!” She hurriedly protested from behind me as I swung open the door, staying back to probably fix her top. “Let’s do this again. I can give you my numb—”

I slammed the door on her voice and headed outside the club, entertaining zero distractions this time around.

Then I got into my car and gunned the engine before driving off, silently cursing myself the whole way.

I shouldn’t have done that. It felt like I hadn’t been thinking. I could only hope she wasn’t the type to capitalize on something as insignificant as what we’d shared because I’d dealt with enough women drama to last me ten lifetimes.

Just as I forced myself to take my mind off it and focus on other matters, I realized I couldn’t head to my penthouse for the night.

I had an early board meeting tomorrow with international investors present and the documents I needed for it were at the townhouse.

I hit my palm against the steering wheel before letting out an aggravated sigh then glanced at the time on the dashboard.

It was a little after twelve in the morning.

Jade was an early sleeper. She was most likely already in bed, sound asleep. So I could actually spend the rest of the night there and leave a few hours later before she even thought about waking up, since she was also not a morning person.

I flicked on the turn signal and drove in the opposite direction, feeling the exhaustion from the day already settling into my bones.

I got to the house and used my key to let myself in, not bothering with turning on any lights as I moved through the hallway towards my room.

The door was open, and light spilled out from within.

Even before I heard the soft little sighs filtering out, I knew both things somehow had something to do with Jade.

But I couldn’t have expected to find her in my bed with her hand beneath her sleep shorts when I stepped through the doorway, eyes closed and fingers quietly moving between her open legs.

I stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear my gaze away from the sight before me as she writhed and whimpered against my pillows.

Her silk camisole was so sheer I could make out the exact shape and color of her nipples. They were pink and puffy and pointed upwards towards the ceiling and it was such an erotic display that I could almost taste their ripeness against my tongue.

My cock hardened and lengthened in my slacks, reacting so strongly to the innocently provocative image she presented that no one would have guessed I’d gotten off only minutes ago.

I must have made a sound because her lids fluttered open and her hooded gaze locked onto mine from across the room.

Her baby blues were so vibrant, so fucking mesmerizing from this distance, like twin whirlpools of heated desire.

I expected her to gasp and scramble away from the bed, ashamed at being caught, but the pleasure she was experiencing only seemed to intensify at the sight of me standing there and watching her.

Her moans turned into pants, her hand sped up, her legs shook.

Then her little pink toes were curling in the next moment as her back arched off the bed and she came hard, gasping out a name while it lasted.

It was too low-toned to catch it, but I could have sworn it was mine, and my painfully swollen cock dribbled precum into my boxer briefs at the thought.

The last tremor finally left her body and then she became still. For some reason on the other hand, I still remained mute and unmoving.

What seemed like a full minute passed by before she slowly sat up, pulling her robe together while steadfastly avoiding my gaze.

I watched her every robotic move, as she slid her feet into fuzzy slippers and got up to her feet, the entirety of her face and neck blush-red.

Then before I could even blink, much less think up something to say to her, she was flying past me through the door, a blur of movement as she knocked me aside and sprinted down the hallway towards her own room.

It took me a few seconds to reorient myself and look away from the direction she had disappeared back to my now empty bed, finally ungluing my feet off the floor and stepping forward.

The scent of lavender hit me square in the face, soft and alluring. I looked from the forgotten snacks on my nightstand to the mussed sheets, and just the knowledge that her cum was currently on them was enough to heat up my blood and keep my cock standing.

Swearing softly, I grabbed a couple pillows and headed for the sofa on the other side of the room.

It was going to be uncomfortable, but there was not much else I could do. And I needed to catch a few hours of sleep to function at a hundred percent in the morning.

So ignoring my hard-on, I dropped the pillows then stretched out on the sofa, settling my head in a comfortable position against them while actively trying not to let my thoughts drift back to Jade on my bed with her little fingers in her wet pussy, getting herself off to the sight of me watching her.

My cock throbbed like a motherfucker.

A few seconds later and a groan of frustration ripped up my throat.

Fuck!

The pillows smelled like strawberries.