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“Oh, no,” she said, inserting herself into the conversation, whether her boss wanted her input or not. “I’m sure Julian doesn’t want to talk about his career, Mr. Priese. I know he’s respected you for a long time. We should talk aboutyourcareer instead.” Maybe Hardy would give Julian something useful for a future expose on him.
She bit back a gasp as Julian’s fingers found their way under her skirt. She knew full well where those fingers were headed. And she couldn’t wait.
“Is she always so contrarian?” Hardy laughed without even looking at her.
Julian’s hand stilled, then squeezed her thigh as if to say he knew her boss was being a sexist asshole. Again. “I find Skylar to be quite accommodating— with those she respects, of course.”
He tugged her leg closer, so it brushed against his and inched his fingers upward, single-minded in his quest for her heat. Her wet, dripping core. He did this while still looking at her boss, still wearing that cocky smile on his face. A smile meant for her.
She tried to keep her breath measured even though her fingers now trembled when she attempted to use her cutlery.
“What makes you seek out a story, Julian?” Hardy asked, ignoring Skylar. “Are you interested in power?”
“Hmmm . . . something like that. I’ve always liked to figure out what makes people click,” Julian said as his finger brushed the sensitive skin on Skylar’s upper thigh. And then went higher. “I like to find people’s . . . buttons.”
She clenched her knife to keep from groaning as he pressed his thumb against her clit through her lace underwear. Her body was screaming with joy at Julian’s intimate touch.
Let go. Let pleasure happen. You deserve to feel good.
Who cared if she ever came—she liked this. Liked being touched in this way. And especially by Julian.
Submitting fully to Julian’s touch, she spread her legs almost imperceptibly beneath the table. She wanted him. Oh, God, she wanted him.
Julian’s grin widened, and he tapped her clit, giving it tiny little spankings with his thumb. “Everyone has something hidden within them,” he said to Hardy. “A strength. A technique they use to move themselves ever upward, to become successful. Achieve their goals. Find their dreams. And I like to discover those little hidden things. Those things that make the person the success they are. Thepersonthey are.”
Julian circled Skylar’s clit, then dragged his finger down the seam of her pussy. She nearly clanged the knife against the table.
“And I love the thrill of searching deeper and deeper . . . ”
Her teeth sank into her tongue as Julian crooked his finger, pulled aside her panties, then plunged his finger deep inside her.
“Deeper and deeper . . . ” He added another finger. “You’d never believe how deep I can go, Hardy. To uncover the brilliance that lay beneath the surface.” He subtly pumped his fingers then held them deep inside her even as her thighs, hidden under the table, shook.
“That sounds quite intriguing,” Harry said, buttering a slice of bread.
“I find it immensely rewarding,” Julian responded, flashing Skylar a quick smile.
The waiter approached with both bottles of wine and a bucket of ice, apologizing profusely for the delay since they’d already started eating their main meal. After opening the white, he poured Hardy a glass, then placed the bottle in the ice before picking up the bottle of red.
“Satisfactory, sir?” the waiter asked as Hardy took a sip.
“Yes. Excellent.”
Julian curled his fingers inside her. She gasped, then covered her mouth with her hand as Hardy glanced over at her, frowning. She grabbed her glass of water and faked a cough, then took a sip before smiling tremulously at Hardy. “A little dust in the air is all.”
“Don’t choke,” her boss grumbled. “You’d embarrass us all.”
“Don’t worry, Hardy,” Julian drawled. “I know techniques to make someone come back from near death.” With a naughty grin, Julian added, “Did you know the French call an orgasm la petite mort? The little death?”
When he pulsed the pads of his fingers against the spot he discovered nights ago, Skylar gripped the edge of the table to keep from screaming.
The waiter paused with the bottle of red now uncorked. Hardy indicated to Julian. “He ordered the red. Would you like to taste the wine?” he asked.
“Of course,” Julian answered. He pulled his fingers from her pussy, leaving her biting back her protest and yearning for his touch. Jealous of the wine glass stem he wrapped his slightly glistening fingers around. Then he switched the wine glass to his other hand and ran the tips of his glistening fingers over the rim of the glass. Afterward, he held the glass up to his nose and dragged in a deep breath. As the scent hit his nostrils, he closed his eyes. “Mmm . . . smells delicious.”
She stared at him, slack-jawed. Julian’s eyes opened and darted to meet hers. Heat crawled up her neck, then into her cheeks as he tipped the glass back and took a long sip.
“Heady,” he added. “Oak, berries, and something . . . wild. Almost musky.” He held out his glass to Skylar. “Want to taste?”
