He put his hands on her face and he kissed her, passionately. I had to swallow my gasp. Julian did not kiss women like that. I knew this about him. He told me as much. He kissed duringsex, because the act required it. He did not stand a woman up in the middle of his bedroom and put his hands on her face and kiss her just because. He did not kiss as a beginning, or an end.
But there he was kissing her in his bedroom with both his hands on her face. When he pulled back, he stared into her eyes.
“I am so proud of you, Lyss.”
He kissed her again, sweetly at the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then her temple, then back to her lips.
“Thank you Julian. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“You could have. But I’m glad to be with you on your journey.”
She leaned up and kissed him. Then pulled back, “Oh! The staffing company. I forgot to tell you. They sent —”
He started kissing the side of her neck. “Mm-hm.”
“They sent the contract over. I have to review and sign it tomorrow.”
“Mm-hm.” He kissed her again.
“And Cheryl told me we already have an interest in the second-floor space and the third floor tenant renewed. Also, I was thinking maybe I should reserve the sixth-floor for a while, in case I want to expand.”
“Mm-hm.” He pulled the top of her dress down slightly and sucked the meat of her breast.
She laughed, caressing the back of his head. “Julian. You are not listening to a thing I’m saying.”
He kissed her lips. “I heard you, Lyss. HR company sent the contract.” He kissed her again. “You have to sign it tomorrow.” A kiss. “Cheryl has a tenant for the second-floor space, and the third floor renewed.” Another kiss. “You may want to expand to the sixth.”
He went back to her neck. “…and you want me to get you naked, lay you down, and not let you up until you’ve come at least twice.”
She giggled as he nibbled her ear.
“Isn’t that what you said, Gorgeous?” He kissed her again.
“Yes, that’s what I said.”
Her eyes were closed and her smile was that of a woman who was being loved on by a man who knew her well. My heart raced as I watched them undress, fearing he would come to the closet to get clothes. Instead he laid his suit across a chair, and held his hand out for the dress she had just peeled herself out of.
“I’ll have Lucia take these to the dry cleaner tomorrow,” he said to her.
Then walked back to her, both in their underwear, and he reached into her hair, pulled pins. Her hair came down all at once, and he made a low whistle.
“I like this look on you, too.”
“Thank you. Wanted to change it up a little more drastically for tonight.”
I rolled my eyes. This bitch had a short bob when I ran into her the other week. Now she had hair down her back and there he was marveling at it, like it grew out of her scalp. My hair was just as long and was home grown.
He looked at her with his hands on her hips, and the look on his face was a look I had not seen on his face ever. Julian Wade was looking at the woman in front of him with reverence.
He walked her backward onto the bed and my heart hammered like a trapped bird, the thumping so loud in my ears I was almost afraid they could hear too. They were about to fuck. I shouldn’t have been here. I knew that. But I was stuck.
Through the slats of the closet doors, I had an unobstructed view. Julian’s back was to me. The sheer breadth of his shoulders was undeniable. His skin was a rich ebony, gleaming faintly under the ambient light of the bedside lamp. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers that hugged the tight, muscular curve of his ass. He looked like a sculpture carved from onyx, every ridge of muscle defined and hard.
Alyssa was already on the bed, reclining against the mountain of pillows. I could admit she was breathtaking in a way that made my stomach churn with acid. Her skin was a luminous nutmeg, contrasting with the pale gray sheets. She was in a red bra and panty set, and her fake-ass hair framed her face. Her eyes were wide and shimmering, fixed on Julian with a mixture of adoration and hunger.
I pressed my hand over my mouth, breathing shallowly through my nose. I was an intruder, but I couldn't look away. Ineededto see. Needed to know what she had that I didn’t.
Julian moved to the end of the bed, and reached out, his large hand covering her ankle as his thumb stroked the skin there. Then he yanked her down to him as she shrieked. He hooked both hands into the band of her panties and pulled them off.
