LOGINZOEâS 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. âYou taste so good,â he growled against me, the vibration making me cry out. âSo wet for me, Kitten. So responsive. I canât get enough.â 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
JULIANâS 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 beâŚ. For now. Right now⌠I was going to focus on giving her pleasure and getting some in return. âWould you like some dessert Kitten?â 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 thisâvulnerable, wanting, but still holding back just enough to make the chase worthwhile. âJulianâŚâ she whispered, glancing at the door. I didn't give her time to overthink. My hands
ZOEâS 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 couldnât shut off, each word digging a little deeper than I wanted to admit. âYouâre being emotional.â âYouâre being unreasonable.â 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.
ZOEâS POV I watched as Elijah Burke walked out of Julianâs 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 insteadâbold and assessing. Not the kind of look you brushed off easily. It felt⌠intentional. Like he wasnât just seeing me, but reading me. Something about it made my spine stiffen. He slowed, then stopped right in front of my desk. âZoella,â he said. It wasn't a question but a statement. My fingers tightened slightly around the pen in my hand. âYes⌠Mr Burke.â A faint smile touched his lips, but it didnât reach his eyes.âI watched your presentation yesterday.â I kept looking at him, because truthfully I didn't know what to say to that. âYou handled yourself well.â It was a compliment that should have made me feel flattered but for some reason it didn't.. âThank you,â I said, keeping my voice steady. His gaze lingered on me for a second longer than necessary. Then
JULIANâS POV âMr Hart. Elijah Burke is here to see you.â 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 launchâan 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 didnât 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 wouldnât be getting back. And now this. I leaned back in my chair slowly, pressing my thumb against my temple. Of all the people I didnât have time for today, Elijah Burke with his political propositions topped the list. The man had a talent for showing up exactly where he wasnât wantedâand a habit of pushing until he got what he came for. âI donât remember scheduling a m
ZOEâS POV âAnd then, next thing I knewâParker was being dragged off the stage, shouting, âThis isnât right!â and âYou made a mistake!â like that was going to save him.â âWhat?!â Lani shrieked, nearly dropping the comb in her hand. A client sitting under the dryer turned to look at us, mildly alarmed. Lani didnât care. âOh my Godâthat is wild!â she continued, bursting into laughter as she bent forward, clutching her stomach. âNo, waitâwait donât tell me, was he crying too?â I laughed, shaking my head as I slid into the salon chair. âNot crying. But he was definitely panicking.â âSame thing,â she waved it off. âI would have paid real money to see his face in that moment. I know it mustâve been priceless.â I shook my head as I wiped the corner of my eyes. âYouâre terrible.â âDonât act like you didnât enjoy it.â she chided. âI didnât,â I said automaticallyâthen paused. âŚOkay, maybe a little. A small smile tugged at my lips. âI was too
ZOEâS POV The elevator hummed softly as it began its slow ascent. The walls were mirrored on three sides, polished to a shine that reflected us from every angle. The ride was charged with unspoken words. I stood next to him with my overnight bag at my feet, trying very hard not to stare.
JULIANâS POV Without hesitation, she stood on her tiptoes and reached for me. When her lips met mine, it was like a light switch flipped, and everything in the room became hotâŚ. She didnât stop for breath, her hands kept fisting the front of my shirt and yanking me closer, like sheâd been holdi
JULIANâS POV I couldnât remember the last time Iâd apologized to anyone. It was a humbling realization that settled on me as I drove away from Zoeâs house, the city sliding past my windshield in streaks of gray and gold. It wasnât that I thought I was always right. It was that Iâd learned
ZOEâS POV I didnât go back to my desk after the meeting, I took a walk down to the parking lot to clear my head. I pulled out my phone while in my car and opened a new message thread with ChatGPT. âHi Chat. What do I do when my laptop suddenly goes blank without any prior issues?â It brou







