Page 40 of Scandalous Contract

It felt like more. It felt like I’d known him much longer than a few hours. Why? Why did being with him this way feel right? Not liking where my thoughts were headed, I pushed myself up on my elbows.

"I’ll be right back," I told him, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

He gave a nod but said nothing as I crossed the room and stepped into the bathroom. I glanced over my shoulder to find him lying against my pillows, watching me.

“Like what you see?” I flirted, arching my back a little.

He lowered his hand to his cock and gripped it, stroking it slowly. “Come closer,” he whispered. “He can’t hear you.”

I chuckled. “Tell him I’ll be right back.”

“He said hurry your sexy ass up.”

My grown ass giggled as I closed the door, locked it, then turned the sink faucet on. Placing my hands on the bathroom counter, I nearly groaned at how sore I was. I hadn’t had my thighs open that wide for that long in a while.

And my jaw was still a little achy. But it was worth it. I flicked the light on and stared at myself in the mirror.Damn!I looked like I’d been through a very enjoyable war where I was fighting for my right to cum!

My hair was a mess, wild curls sticking out in every direction. My lips were swollen. My skin was flushed. And my eyes... they looked dazed. I looked sex-drunk. Sated. Like I’d just spent the last hour in the arms of a man who knew exactly what the fuck he was doing.

I laughed quietly, shaking my head as I stared at my reflection. Well fucked didn’t even begin to cover it. And the night was still young. I handled my business quickly, using the bathroom and then washing my hands before splashing cool water on my face.

I ran my fingers through my hair in a half-hearted attempt to make it presentable. But honestly, I didn’t care what I looked like. Not right now. I felt too damn good to care. Plus, wild hair looked good on me.

I took one last glance at my reflection, smiled, and then stepped back into the bedroom. I found Julian right where I’d left him. He was propped against my pillows, head tilted slightly, eyes fixed on me like he hadn’t blinked since I disappeared behind that door.

The covers were pulled back on my side of the bed like an open invitation. I didn’t bother hiding the sway in my hips as I crossed the room. I climbed onto the bed without a word, stretched out beside him, and sank into my pillow with a quiet sigh.

I noticed his gaze drop to my hips, where the light from outside cut across the bed in sharp lines, illuminating my curves and casting the rest of me in shadows. His eyes didn’t leave me. They roamed the curve of my hip, the dip of my waist, the shape of my breasts.

He leaned closer. I braced for his touch, breath catching just a little, nipples tightening, pussy waking up from her nap. Instead of reaching for me, he grabbed the covers and pulled them over me, tucking me in.Oo-kay!

I blinked, caught off guard. “Are you getting sleepy?” I asked, snuggling deeper into the warmth of the cover.

“No. I just didn’t want you to get cold,” he told me, surprising me.

“Look at you, Mr. Green Flag,” I teased.

“So, you finally admit I’m a green flag?” he asked, turning onto his side to face me.

“This time.”

“All the time,” he corrected.

“Not a chance,” I teased.

He smiled.Damn, that smile could light up the darkness. Before I could think better of it, I slid my hand out from beneath the cover and reached for him. My fingertips traced the sharp angle of his cheekbone and followed the strong line of his jaw, skimming over the rough stubble that scratched deliciously against my skin.

His smile froze. Then it disappeared.

“Careful,” he warned, voice rougher now.

“Or what?”

“Or you won’t be able to get rid of me.”

I chuckled. “What? Would one touch make you want to stay?”

“One touch from you would make me want to do a lot of things, Ms. Adams.”