The hallway was as she remembered, dark and narrow. Julian moved quickly, steering her around one corner, then another before stopping in front of a dead end. Pressing a hand against the wall, it gave way and opened to a large room. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the brightness.
Mena glanced around at the furniture arranged like a war room. Computers littered a table in the middle. To her left were four beds arranged in an L-Shape along two of the walls. To her right was a bathroom and a small kitchenette. Off to the side of the kitchen was a round wooden table adorned with a bouquet of red roses, a bottle of champagne protruding from an ice filled silver bucket and a tray of cheese, fruit, cold cuts and crackers.
Julian grabbed a rose, snapping the stem between his fingers. They hadn’t said a word since he’d appeared in her office. The silence between them was comforting as she basked in being in his presence again. The sheer proximity of him set her nerves on fire, an insatiable burning desire roaring within her to touch him.
Julian tucked the rose behind her ear, then leaned forward. The gentle pressure of his lips against her forehead made her knees weak. Mena leaned into him, savoring the feel of his body against hers. She slipped her arms around him. The taut muscles seemed even harder, stronger than what she remembered. Resting her head against his chest, she felt his heart beating faster than expected as his arms enveloped her, holding her tight.
"Oh God, I've missed you. How long has it been?" Mena asked. Her mind floating back to the morning before their testimony in Priscilla's trial. The last time they'd touched, kissed, made love.
"Thirteen days," Julian said, as his soft kisses trailed excruciatingly slow along the side of her face, sending a flurry of pleasure in their wake.
"How many hours?"
"Twenty-one," Julian's tongue slid along the edges of her lips.
"Minutes?"
"Four," Julian paused. His lips barely brushed hers. "And fifty seconds."
"Well, that's too damn long," Mena said, a soft chuckle escaping her mouth.
"Tell me about it."
Mena shrieked as Julian lifted her in the air, crushing her mouth with an intense kiss. She melted into the passionate caress of his tongue as her hands roamed and gripped his body. She clung to him in sheer passionate desperation, squeezing her thighs around him as he stalked across the room and laid her down on the bed.
Against her protests, Julian broke the delicious kiss, resting his hands on the side of her face.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Mena asked, panting.
"You're fearless and strong and so fucking beautiful. What did I do to deserve you?" Julian asked, tracing his finger along her eyebrow then to the bridge of her nose.
"I ask myself the same question about you."
Julian gave her that sexy smirk that drove her wild. Her body responded as it always did, flooding her with desire.
"How are you here right now? How did you pull this off?" Mena asked.
Julian propped himself on his elbows, robbing her of the delicious weight of his body pressing against hers. "Do you really want to waste this precious time we have together talking?"
Mena raised an eyebrow and shook her head vigorously. Grabbing the edges of his t-shirt, she pulled it over his head. Her hands groped his broad chest, roaming and stroking his body as she shifted underneath him. Lacing her fingers through his dark hair, Mena pulled him down toward her. Their lips crashed into each other. Mena hungrily devoured the intoxicating taste and feel of his tongue in her mouth, sucking and swirling in concert with him as her mind went numb, overwhelmed from the intensity of the emotions rocking within her.
Julian's hands inched along her thigh, pushing her shirt dress up toward her waist. His fingers lazily circling around her belly button, before easing further south. Yanking her dress over her head, Mena lifted her hips. Understanding her subtle cue, Julian hooked a finger along the edge of her lace panties and tugged them down her thighs. He eased out of his shorts, tossing both garments across the room.
His touch was delicate as he unclasped her bra. His hands circled around her breasts, squeezing them between his fingers. Mena involuntarily moaned in ecstasy. Julian dipped low, flicking his tongue against her nipple, then taking it fully in his mouth as he sucked hard.
She moaned his name as he shifted focus to her other breast, delighting it in the same manner. His fingers danced across her stomach. Mena giggled from the tickling sensation as her hands caressed Julian's hair. Julian slipped his arms under her legs, pressing them up in the air. He gave her a deliciously naughty look before he delved between her legs, licking along her swollen clit. Mena rode the wave of pleasure slamming through her body as she bucked and pressed against him.
Spasms of heat rolled through her. Grabbing a pillow, she pressed it against her face to muffle her moans, which grew louder and louder with each tantalizing move of Julian's mouth on her. Slipping his fingers in her, Julian ratcheted up the sensory overload, sending her over the edge of desire. Mena felt out of control as her body shook and trembled from the intense orgasm. Gasping for air, she tried to get her bearings, but could barely see straight as Julian pressed his cock against her opening.
Her body responded faster than she'd expected, craving his manhood inside her. Lowering her legs, she wrapped them tightly around Julian's hips as he began the slow push and pull of entering and exiting her. The friction building was driving her crazy.
"Faster, harder, faster," Mena cried out, digging her nails into Julian's back.
"You think you're in control here? I got news for you," Julian said, continuing the tortuously slow stroking into her. "You're not. I'm going to do this my way and you're going to like it."
"Just like it? You better make me love it," Mena quipped, synchronizing her movements to Julian's. Her muscles contracting around his cock, intensifying her pleasure. She ached for him. She wanted all of him now and forever.
"Have I ever let you down?" Julian teased, biting her softly along the edge of her neck.
