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“Sure, only, how about we try something different this time?”

“Okay?”

“You can try touching me,” I suggested and placed his hand on my chest.

“I think I’d like that.” His eyes flickered up to meet my gaze, a small smile on his symmetrical lips.

“Me, too. You can touch me wherever you want, Jules. Nothing is out of bounds.”

Maybe don’t head for my cock straight away.

My lips were on his before either of us could brace themselves.

Is a bit of tongue a good idea?

Jules groaned so prettily when I licked the seam of his lips to ask for admittance. He granted it instantly. The fingers of one hand tangled in my sweater, and the others slipped into the hair at my nape.

I sighed and stroked his tongue with mine. His taste was so fucking good, it might as well have been a drug the way I reacted to it.

Jules shifted in his seat, then scrambled up into my lap.

Okay, you are hallucinating. This can’t be happening.

But when I opened my eyes, they fell on his handsome face, the long lashes resting on his greenish skin, his lips soft and pliable against mine. A hard bulge pressed down on mine as he dry-humped me.

An actual god gets himself off on my lap. Fuck yes!

“Oh by the Elven Queen’s left tit!” Jules snapped and pulled out of the kiss. He blushed fiercely as he clambered off and backed away from me.

Thirty-one

Jules

IscrambledtogetoffNikolai’s lap.

What on earth were you thinking, Jules? Humping him like a horny rabbit?!

Overwhelming shame such as I had never felt before flooded my senses.

“Jules?” Nikolai’s slurred speech made me look at him.

He is beautiful.

His lips were red and puffy, his warm eyes heavily lidded, and his cheeks flushed.

“Jules, baby, are you okay?” He reached for me, and I retreated to evade him.

Baby?I am hundreds of years old!

“Why do you call me that?” I asked too sharply because I was still ashamed of my behaviour.

“What?” Nikolai looked confused at the question.

“You called me ‘baby’. Why?”

“Oh.” The red in his cheeks deepened, and he rasped a hand over the hairs at his nape. The hairs I had ruffled in my frenzy. “It’s just a term of endearment.” His nose scrunched up in that signature move of his.

“So you don’t mean you think that I behave like one?”