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ZOE’S POV My body was present but my mind had transcended into an euphoric space. Julian's tongue was relentless, delving into me with a hunger that made my entire body ignite. Oh God. The way he sucked on my clit, pulling it between his lips with just the right pressure sent shockwaves through me, my pussy clenching as wetness spilled out of me. I'd never felt anything like this before, not with anyone else. His mouth was hot and wet, lapping at my folds like I was the sweetest treat he'd ever tasted, and every flick made my thighs quake against his shoulders. I tried to hold still, but I couldn't. It was too much, too good. ”You taste so good,” he growled against me, the vibration making me cry out. “So wet for me, Kitten. So responsive. I can’t get enough.” I moaned, the sound ripping from my throat unbidden, my back arching off the table. There were a lot of things I had come to learn about Julian, and one was that he really loved eating me
JULIAN’S POV I knew something was wrong the moment she poked her head through my office door. We might only have known each other for three months but I have come to know her tells. She might not know it but she bit her lip when she was nervous or worried about something. I really wanted to know what it was that was eating her up but since she insisted on it being nothing I would let it be…. For now. Right now… I was going to focus on giving her pleasure and getting some in return. “Would you like some dessert Kitten?” Her eyes widened,a faint flush creeping up her neck as she shifted again in my lap, her body betraying her with the subtle grind she made against my hardened cock. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her thighs tensed around me. Fuck, she was perfect like this—vulnerable, wanting, but still holding back just enough to make the chase worthwhile. “Julian…” she whispered, glancing at the door. I didn't give her time to overthink. My hands
ZOE’S POV I pressed my fingers to my temple trying to will away the headache that had built up over the last couple of hours. There was something I needed to do, but it required there be fewer or no other people in the office, so I was officially working late tonight. By the time the office started to empty, I was more agitated than I had been earlier. The conversation with my mother kept replaying in loops I couldn’t shut off, each word digging a little deeper than I wanted to admit. ‘You’re being emotional.’ ‘You’re being unreasonable.’ I scoffed under my breath, grabbing my bag and standing up abruptly ignoring the curious glance Mason threw my way as I walked past him. ** The cool evening air hit my face as I stepped outside, and for a second, I just stood there. Taking deep breaths while letting the noise in my head settle just a little.
ZOE’S POV I watched as Elijah Burke walked out of Julian’s office, the door clicking softly behind him. For a second, I thought he would walk straight past but he didn't. His gaze landed on me instead—bold and assessing. Not the kind of look you brushed off easily. It felt… intentional. Like he wasn’t just seeing me, but reading me. Something about it made my spine stiffen. He slowed, then stopped right in front of my desk. “Zoella,” he said. It wasn't a question but a statement. My fingers tightened slightly around the pen in my hand. “Yes… Mr Burke.” A faint smile touched his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes.“I watched your presentation yesterday.” I kept looking at him, because truthfully I didn't know what to say to that. “You handled yourself well.” It was a compliment that should have made me feel flattered but for some reason it didn't.. “Thank you,” I said, keeping my voice steady. His gaze lingered on me for a second longer than necessary. Then
JULIAN’S POV “Mr Hart. Elijah Burke is here to see you.” I looked up to see Maureen, my temporary assistant, standing at the door, her hand resting against the frame. I had been neck-deep in reports from the campaign launch—an undeniable success, despite the one complication the media refused to let go of. Parker. His very public dismissal had already begun to circulate, twisted into narratives I didn’t particularly care for: corporate ruthlessness, abuse of power, internal conflict. Pick your poison. It had taken two hours with my PR team to contain it and get the right story out. Two hours I wouldn’t be getting back. And now this. I leaned back in my chair slowly, pressing my thumb against my temple. Of all the people I didn’t have time for today, Elijah Burke with his political propositions topped the list. The man had a talent for showing up exactly where he wasn’t wanted—and a habit of pushing until he got what he came for. “I don’t remember scheduling a m
ZOE’S POV “And then, next thing I knew—Parker was being dragged off the stage, shouting, ‘This isn’t right!’ and ‘You made a mistake!’ like that was going to save him.” “What?!” Lani shrieked, nearly dropping the comb in her hand. A client sitting under the dryer turned to look at us, mildly alarmed. Lani didn’t care. “Oh my God—that is wild!” she continued, bursting into laughter as she bent forward, clutching her stomach. “No, wait—wait don’t tell me, was he crying too?” I laughed, shaking my head as I slid into the salon chair. “Not crying. But he was definitely panicking.” “Same thing,” she waved it off. “I would have paid real money to see his face in that moment. I know it must’ve been priceless.” I shook my head as I wiped the corner of my eyes. “You’re terrible.” “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” she chided. “I didn’t,” I said automatically—then paused. …Okay, maybe a little. A small smile tugged at my lips. “I was too
ZOE’S POV I sat by my desk using the company backup laptop whilst I waited anxiously. The wait was unbearable, Cassandra had gone into Julian’s office over twenty minutes ago. I tried to work, but my hands trembled too much to type. Every time footsteps passed my desk, my heart jumped. Whispe
ZOE’S POV A lot of thoughts went through my head at that moment as I stared at her name on his screen but the loudest was “Was he sleeping with her too?” A pang of jealousy pierced my chest..Images of him touching her the way he touched me flashed through my mind before I could stop it. J
ZOE’S POV I got off work early. My confrontation with Cassandra had left me feeling unfocused and antsy, my thoughts looping no matter how hard I tried to shake them. Even the quiet of my car felt too loud as I drove home, fingers tapping the steering wheel, mind replaying her words over a
JULIAN’S POV “She looks quite young,” Aaron said casually, swirling the ice in his glass, “and you're clearly attached. Never thought I'd see the day that would happen—especially not after—”Aaron trailed off as I pinned him with the full brunt of my stare. He knew better than to finish that sta







