“I’m not going to freak out,” she replies with a tight-lipped smile. “It’s just…so nice to meet you, Archer.” With that, she takes my hand and starts shaking it vigorously.
The three of us stand around as Julian pinches the bridge of his nose. Eventually, his mother is pulled away by another guest. When Julian and I are left alone, he holds a cold expression while I’m fighting a smile.
“Not a word,” he snaps, and I make a zipping motion across my lips.
“You said you were going to show me your secret place, remember?”
His cold blue eyes meet mine for a moment before he grabs my hand and glances around suspiciously. Then he tugs me down a long hallway that leads to a set of stairs. We hurry up them, me behind him. The sound of the party in the distance starts to grow quieter the farther we go.
When we reach the second floor of the house, he continues down a long hallway that dead-ends with a large window. Releasing my hand, Julian pries open the window and turns back to me with a smirk. Then he climbs out carefully and gestures for me to follow.
Climbing out, I realize we’re on a private veranda. From up here, we have a clear view of the Arc de Triomphe and Eiffel Tower in the distance. As I rest my hands on the side of the low wall, Julian approaches from behind me. His nose slides up the back of my neck, breathing me in as I reach back and tug him closer.
My cock stirs with excitement. Julian and I have taken our relationship slowly. Honestly, we all have. Sometimes, I think he treats me like a live grenade about to explode, and I treat him like a fragile piece of glass that could break if I’m too rough.
Julian’s hands slide down my chest, finding the button of my trousers. I don’t know exactly what he has planned here on this veranda, out of sight on a cold, nearly spring evening, but I’m ready for anything he has. I’d give him everything.
I’m still riding high from that introduction to his mom. I’m dying to hear him say it again.
When he gets my pants undone, he reaches a hand inside and wraps his delicate fingers around my hard length. I moan, leaning back against him.
“Your hand is like heaven,” I mumble as he continues to stroke me. His lips devour the side of my neck, warming me against the cool air.
“My hand? Is that all you want?” he teases, his silky-smooth voice against my ear.
“I spoke too soon,” I stammer.
“Because if you think my hand is good, then I’d hate to see what my mouth would do to you.”
I cover his hand with mine, stroking my cock along with him. “You are too pretty in that tux to get on your knees for me, fancy pants.”
He squeezes my cock painfully, and I hiss.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” I joke with laughter, and he releases his grip.
As he continues pumping my cock and drawing me to the brink, his hips grind into my ass, and I feel the hard proof of his arousal driving into me. A question lingers between us, one that has been nagging me for the past two months, and I wait for him to voice it.
“Have you ever bottomed?” he whispers in my ear.
I swallow before turning my head toward him. “Yes. Have you?”
He nods.
Staring up at the stars, I breathe in the perfection of this moment. “Julian Kade,” I say with a grin. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
He chuckles. “Can you take nothing seriously?”
“I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“I’m just…trying to figure out how to navigate this.”
His hand leaves my cock, so I spin around and grab him by the waist, tugging him toward me. “I’ll tell you how we’re going to navigate this,” I say, bringing him closer to kiss his pretty pink lips. “We’re going to snatch up our girl from the kitchen and leave this party early. Then we’re going to go to that kinky club of yours. There you can tie me to that wall or whatever you want to tie me to and fuck me in all the filthy ways you’ve been dreaming about.”
In the moonlight, I make out the pink tip of his tongue slipping through his lips to wet them before leaning in and kissing me again. His kiss is fierce, nibbling on my lips with enough pain to make me wince.
“Let’s leave now,” he says against my mouth.
I laugh as I kiss my way along his razor-sharp jawline. “We just got here.”
