All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Hubby's Cousin: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Evelyn's POV“What would I even do?”“Like I said, the theme is humans and wildlife. I’m thinking two perspectives: wildlife rescue, which is you, and then wildlife hunting, for which I have someone else in mind. I want to explore the clash between these viewpoints—the survival of wildlife and humanity’s relationship with nature.”“Wait… hunting? I can’t work with someone who supports that. We’d just fight.” I took a sip of my coffee, ready to shut this down.“And what’s wrong with a fight? Clash of opinions can be intense. Don’t reject me just yet, Evelyn. Think it over.”“I really can’t, Vernon. I know I’m idealistic… maybe extreme. But I truly believe wildlife has already given up too much for humans. Hunting? That’s just human arrogance. I don’t see how I could work peacefully with your hunting person. It’d just cause problems.”“I think you can be even more intense. You could use this documentary to build your following.”“My… following?”“Exactly. I heard you’re looking for new

Evelyn's POVThat last line was definitely loaded.Basically, he just told me we were about to do it… in the same place his parents once… wow. Great. I suddenly felt like I’d accidentally wandered into his parents’ honeymoon suite. Instant urge to bail.“Uh… can we maybe go somewhere else? Isn’t this… a little disrespectful?”“Nope. But if we don’t do it here… we might end up in the car,” Julian said as he led me to the dining room, pulling out my chair like a total gentleman. “Although, the car’s not bad… just feels like a waste of all this effort.”And Julian really had gone all out. The long cherrywood table flickered with candlelight, piled with roasted steak, pudding, borscht, salad, and a bottle of red. He guided me to my seat.“Wanna take it off?” he whispered in my ear.“Now?”“Your coat. You gonna keep the lab coat on all night?” Julian smirked, clearly enjoying himself.“Take it off for me,” I muttered.“Happy to oblige.”His hands slid from my back to my chest, unbuttoning

Evelyn's POVI barely had time to process what he meant before Julian slipped a second finger inside me. His fingers moved like the world’s greatest pianist, playing my body with rhythm and precision.Pretty soon, I was soaking. The room was thick with lust, filled only with our heavy breathing and the slick, wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of me.His fingers were long, nimble, precise—hunting for every sensitive spot. God, they felt better than any vibrator.“Looks like you’re close,” he murmured.“Not—ah!” I started to deny it, but he added a third finger, thrusting deep and hard.I wasn’t gonna take that lying down. I leaned over him, pressing my nipple against his, teasingly twisting it with my fingers.“I told you… that doesn’t do anything. And if you weren’t blindfolded, seeing your chest heaving for me right now? I’d totally blow my load already.”“Oh yeah? How about this…”I licked along the line of his jaw and down to the skin between his neck and collarbone. I fe

Evelyn's POVI’m not sure if it was Julian’s skill or his aftercare—or maybe both—but when I finally dragged myself upright from the bed, I felt an embarrassingly inappropriate little pang of longing. Like finishing a ridiculously delicious midnight snack, knowing it’s bad for you but still itching for just one more bite.I stared at him for a moment, still asleep, breathing evenly, looking calm and harmless—like a completely different person from a few hours ago. I squashed that dangerous little softness in my chest as fast as closing a misclicked app.No. This isn’t right.A proper lover knows when to let go and when to walk away. Not get all sentimental after just a couple rounds and start imagining this “cozy domestic life” script. That’s not romance—that’s asking for trouble.Julian was undeniably charming—so charming it blurred your boundaries. And that was exactly why he was dangerous. Like a top-shelf liquor, smooth on the way down but with a kick that sneaks up on you—you tak

Evelyn's POVI arched an eyebrow, a teasing smile curling on my lips.“Ohhh, now that’s the point. It’s not that I’m being stubborn—it’s that my friend’s the problem. So apparently, all the issues in our marriage can just be blamed on someone else. Convenient.”Seeing his frown deepen, I let the smile slip, getting serious as I locked eyes with him.“Listen, she gave me a real home when I had nowhere else to go. You don’t get to judge her. And don’t even think about using your control-freak logic to manipulate my friends.”“If it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t have been away from me this long. She should’ve been the one pushing you back to me, not letting you stay out half the night. Yeah, her dad’s loaded, but her upbringing? Clearly lacking.”“Upbringing? And what about your upbringing? Standing outside someone’s door at midnight? That’s what a married man’s supposed to do?”“I came specifically to bring you home,” he said, tension coiling in his tone, a wall of pressure between us.