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I clawed the silky sheet on the table as Julian leaned forward, penetrating me fully. His eyes were like steel as they took me in. He looked so unbelievably gorgeous in the warm lighting, yet so dauntingly serious. His lips were pressed into a line even as he wet them. But he allowed himself a low growl when he leaned forward to play with my breasts again, squeezing and pinching as he pushed in deep.
I could barely make a sound. I was filled to the hilt, my pleasure tinged with just the right amount of pain as Julian furiously pumped his hips. His every muscle flexed, and his every tendon twitched as his tempo steadily increased inside me.
“Tell me how that feels, baby,” he whispered, his electric stare shining bright in the dark room. I struggled to speak. “Does that feel good?”
“Too good,” I breathed in awe, my eyes following his every move.
I felt more exposed than ever as he lowered my leg from his chest, gripping under both my thighs and holding them apart to give himself an unobstructed view of his cock driving into my pussy. His bottom lip tucked just under his teeth as he watched himself fuck me. Holy shit. There was something so carnal and erotic about his rapt focus on the image. It felt as if he were claiming me – showing himself that when he had me like this, I belonged to no one but him.
He looked absolutely entranced by his view.
But when I came, his mouth was promptly on mine – like he wouldn’t miss my orgasm for the world. His kiss was deep, fast and lush, and with his cock still buried inside me, it felt like he was devouring me. Owning every inch of me.
And I wanted him to.
I watched with wild-eyed fascination when Julian gnashed his teeth and finished inside me, his fingers digging into my body, his hard muscles slowly relaxing as he groaned my name. As we caught our breaths, it felt as if I breathed in what he exhaled.
It was a miraculous feeling.
I didn’t ever want to let it go.
31
JULIAN
The first meeting of our second day in Biarritz was streamlined to include only Colin, two advisors and myself. It was just before noon, so as far as I knew, Turner and Carter were both asleep. Sara was on another drive around town that I’d arranged in the same green Eldorado.
I knew she was displeased when I left for the meeting this morning from my hotel room. As I knotted my tie, she sat at the edge of my bed in a yellow dress that went off her shoulders. She had her ankles primly crossed and her hands folded in her lap while looking thoroughly pissed at me. It was oddly charming, and I couldn’t stop glancing in her direction, but I didn’t change my mind.
I wanted to go to this meeting without her. The topic of discussion for today was well beyond the study materials Colin and I had given her about the resort, and it didn’t make sense for her to attend.
On top of that, it was probably time to start se
parating her from the project.
So I sent her on a little adventure for the day, hoping that by night, I could listen to her talk breathlessly on and on about it.
“Now this is quite the view,” Turner’s advisor, Irv, said as we sat on the wide terrace of the resort’s fine dining restaurant overlooking the coast. “To be frank with you, Julian, the Roths have long made up their mind. I think you know that,” he chuckled, holding his hands up in slight apology. “At this point, we really only need to go through formalities. Then we’ll get into the extensive paperwork, but as you know, we’re all very pleased with how well this suits Turner and Carter’s endeavors. I realize it’s barely noon, but we should toast to that.”
“Just in time,” Colin remarked as the servers came back with the bottles of champagne I’d ordered.
“Of course, you’re always a step ahead,” Irv laughed, waving the server off to pour the flutes himself while his colleague, Robert, gazed out at the ocean. It looked particularly blue under this morning’s sun.
“Do you surf, Julian?” he asked.
“I do.”
“Ah, of course you do. What don’t you do?”
“I haven’t in a long time,” I admitted, squinting in the sun since I’d given my Persols to Sara. “I’m not sure how well I’d fare out there after so many years.”
“How many years has it been?”
However many years it’s been since I’ve seen Lucie.
“Probably five now. Maybe six,” I replied, peering out at the water.
I could see the exact spot where I’d spent dozens of mornings with Lucie. I could still remember those ridiculous golden pigtails wagging in the wind. Her hair was short. To her mother’s dismay, it refused to grow. But Lucie was never bothered by it. She loved ribbons and bows, so she still did her own hair in the morning, securing two inch-long pigtails at the top of her head that I called her hamster ears.
