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I laugh because, a few times, I’ve caught him staring when I wake up in the middle of the night and tell him the creep-meter is firing off at a ten.

I smile wide, the biggest smirk of my life, when I hit my favorite note.

I can’t wait to put a baby in you tonight.

Unless he’s the best actor in the world, Julian is falling for me.

I’m sure of it.

I, Genesis Astor, will make history as the one woman who was able to steal Julian Bellini’s heart.

It’ll be a victory for all of us women who want to tame the bad boys.

Julian refusesto tell me where we’re going.

Because of that, Ialmostwear black.

But since I’m one to always honor dress codes, I don’t.

The last thing I want to do is attend someone’s event, not on theme.

I’m in our closet—yes, it’s our closet now since Julian grabbed all my stuff one day and moved it in here, like he had with my shower stuff—when Julian walks in.

He stops in step, his deep eyes darkening as they travel down my body, and he licks his lips. I squeeze my thighs together, a zing of excitement rushing through me.

His movements are so fluid as he drops his suit jacket on the floor and advances toward me like a man on a mission. I don’t even have a chance to ask questions before he drops to his kneesin front of me. He slides my panties down my legs in seconds and drapes my leg over his shoulder.

In true Julian fashion, he doesn’t say a word as he presses his face against my pussy. I moan his name. I lower one hand to his hair, pulling at the roots when he makes the first lick down my slit.

My other hand moves to his shoulder, and I dig my fingers into his shirt while he spreads me deeper to thrust two fingers inside me.

“So damn delicious,” he says, staring up at me. “I wish I could have this pussy for every meal of my life.”

“You can,” I breathe out.

He slaps my pussy. “That’s right.”Another lick. “Because I own it.”

When I shudder, he covers my entire pussy with his mouth.

I run my fingers through his hair, relaxing myself, and rest my back against the wall. I’m growing addicted to how it feels with him there.

The scrape of his facial hair on my thighs.

It’s rough, but it feels so damn good.

How it feels when he places kisses on my skin, softer than what you’d imagine from a man like him.

The way he’ll take short breaks, run his hands up my thighs, and praise me when I’m close, but he isn’t finished with me yet. He loves to torture me with his tongue.

He moans my name between flicks of his tongue before sucking gently on my clit.

“Sooo good,” I moan.

“So mine,” he says, circling his tongue around my clit and then making a sweep so deep down my pussy that I swear it’s close to my ass.

Julian loves eating me out.

He doesn’t do it to go through the motions before sex.