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CHAPTER FORTY
Julian
Telling Dahlia that I’m falling in love with her wasn’t part of tonight’s plan, but neither was reacting the way I did to her conversation with Lily. When she said we weren’t together, it felt like taking a missile to the chest, and nothing could ease the ache but admitting how I feel.
I don’t want casual, and I’m done pretending otherwise.
While I’m afraid Dahlia might not reciprocate, I’m more afraid of the regret I’m guaranteed to feel if I allow my fear of losing her to rule over my actions.
There is no place for pride or denial when it comes to falling in love with Dahlia. I got my second shot at winning her over, and I refuse to squander it because of my ego or stubbornness.
I carry her over to the living room, only breaking our kiss to place her back on her feet. She sways a little before reaching out for the back of the couch.
Now that’s an idea.
I spin her around. “Bend over.” My hand pushes on the small of her back, and she curls over the cushion.
I lift the hem of her dress, exposing her ass.
She squirms with every pass of my palm over the smooth flesh. “Did you plan for all this to happen?”
“I hoped.” I push her feet apart with the toe of my shoe. “Get yourself ready.”
Her hand trembles as she slips it inside the elastic band of her underwear to reach her pussy. To stop myself from touching her, I focus on grabbing the condom from my wallet and undoing my belt.
The jangle of the buckle stops her.
I slap her ass hard enough to leave a mark. “Stop touching yourself again, and I’ll take you here instead.” I drag a finger along the crease, and she responds with the sweetest shiver.
She pushes her underwear all the way down. The lace stretches around her ankles, trapping her in place like a pair of leg restraints.
I don’t take my eyes off her as I undo the button of my jeans and slide them down my legs, freeing my aching cock in the process. The tip glistens from precum, and a single pump draws more out.
Fuck.
Dahlia’s hand pauses, only to resume her efforts when I catch her staring.
“Like what you see?” I slide my hand up and down.
Her eyes land on my lower half. “Come a little closer so I can get a better look.”
“I think I’ll stay here and enjoy the view for a little longer.”
She leans forward a bit so I can get an unobstructed show of her finger sliding over her slit.
I tug on my cock again, and Dahlia matches by pumping a single finger inside herself.
“Just like that.” I grind out the words.
She follows my pace, slow and steady.
“Another one,” I command.
She bites on the inside of her cheek as she adds a second finger. My languid pace frustrates her, and I find myself smiling more than once at the small huffs of irritation she makes every time my tempo slows back down.
“Julian.Please.”
I pause mid-stroke. “Stop.”
