“You did well,” he says, cutting me off. “These are canary diamonds, and without having a scale here to weigh them, I’d say they’re about two carats each.”
I blink at him in surprise. “They’re exactly two each.”
He nods and pulls a jeweler’s loupe out of his pocket.
“You just carry that around with you?”
Julian laughs as he scoops me into his lap and picks up the cuff links. “I had work this morning, remember? I want you to look at them through this.”
I do as he instructs, and he goes into great detail about all the things that make these diamonds an excellent choice, but I’m too busy getting turned on by the deep timbre of his voice and the feel of his arms around me, his lips near my ear.
God, I want him.
“So, you see, you made an excellent decision with these. I’ll wear them often, Angel.”
“I’m glad you like them.”
He sets them aside and then cups my face and captures my lips with his, kissing me in that firm, demanding way that he does, and I sink into him.
But before the kiss can go deeper, I hear a ...noise.
I pull back and frown, listening.
“I hear something.”
His lips twitch, but he doesn’t stop me as I wiggle out of his lap and move to the railing, listening closer, and then I realize what I’m hearing.
“Yes, please, just like that ...”
I stretch so I can look down, andholy shit.
“Julian,” I hiss, and he’s already laughing. “Get over here. You have to see this.”
He stands and walks to me, but he doesn’t look over the side of the railing. He brushes my hair away from my neck and leans in to press kisses there, making my skin tingle with awareness.
Was there really a time when I couldn’t bear the thought of him touching me? Because now I can’t live without his hands on me.
“There’s a couple below us,” I say softly.
“Mm-hmm.” He nibbles down my shoulder, pulling my dress out of his way. “What are they doing, baby?”
“Fucking.”
“Describe it to me.”
Oh. Well, that sends a little thrill through me, and I look down again to see a woman bent over, grabbing onto the railing.
“She’s bent over, and he’s going to town on her. Oh! He just spanked her.”
Julian chuckles next to my ear as he lets my dress puddle around my feet, and his fingers dive down the front of my panties. He groans when he finds me already wet.
“You like watching them, don’t you, my dirty little angel?”
I tip my head back against his chest, unable to talk as he sinks those fingers inside me.
“Keep looking down,” he says into my ear, moving those fingers in and out of me, brushing against my walls, over my G-spot perfectly. I follow the order, just in time to see the man turn her around and lay her out on one of the chairs on their balcony.
“They moved.” I swallow hard when his thumb flicks my clit. How am I supposed to talk when he’s doing these delicious things to me? “Now she’s on her back on a chair and he’s, oh God, he’s ... his face is ...”
