“Tell me,” I mutter into her ear.
“Like I’meverything.”
“Because you are.”
As she continues to watch, her skin floods with goose bumps, nipples tighten beneath her shirt, and her thighs press together. I see it, feel it.
“Show me what you need.”
She swallows hard, then slides her hand under her joggers. My chest aches as I watch her. Every soft gasp, every tremble of her body wrecks me.
“You’re sexy,” I whisper, forcing myself not to touch her. “You undo me, Jules.”
Her eyes stay locked on the screen as her hand moves, her breath stuttering, the sound of it breaking me open.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I command, knowing she’s close.
She gasps my name and lets go, body convulsing with satisfaction. Julie on-screen is shattering at the exact moment as the one beside me. This is vulnerable, and so damn beautiful.
“Nick, that was so good, but I need you,” she whispers, still shaking.
I drag her into my arms, kiss her until she’s breathless, then lower her back onto the couch cushions. When I finally slide into her, it isn’t desperate. It’s slow, deep, and all-consuming. Every kiss, every brush of her hands is a promise. She clings to me, nails scratching down my back. Her hot mouth presses against my jaw, my throat, my lips.
“You’re mine,” I whisper against her mouth.
“I’ve been yours since the beginning,” she breathes back.
From then on, every thrust, every kiss, every breath is mine. She wraps her legs around me, begging for me to spill inside her.
When she whispers, “Please,” I give her everything and come undone with her.
My kisses are filled with so much emotion that it makes her whimper.
Later, when we collapse together, she buries her face in my chest.
“I don’t ever want this to end,” she confesses in my ear.
I hold her tighter, kiss her hair. “It doesn’t have to.”
Craig can try to take her home, her privacy, and her past, but he’ll never take this.
This is ours. And I want forever.
27
JULIE
It’s been four days since my intimate photos were leaked to the world, and I’m trying very hard to pretend everything is normal. The LadyLux article that was published yesterday helped tremendously, but it doesn’t erase what happened.
The Halloween costume shop on Main Street is supposed to be my escape from reality today, but I don’t feel comfortable in public yet. Random glances feel personal, like people are imagining my naked body from the photos. Craig put our private moments on display for everyone to see. What he’s done is unforgiveable.
“Someone said I was trying to be the next Kim K and this scandal was to help me launch an OnlyFans career,” I say, reading the comments on the bottom of the post as we walk the few blocks to our destination. My laugh comes out bitter. “Wait, why did you ask me if I had an OF when we met?”
“Because you’re gorgeous,” he says.
I tilt my head at him. “Would you have followed me?”
“I don’t have an account, but I’d have made one.” Nick squeezes my hand as we walk through the door. “Let’s have fun.”
