Page 28 of The Hookup Situation (Billionaire Situation #5)

NICK

T he limo pulls up to Julie’s condo, and neither of us moves to get out. We’ve been kissing like teenagers for the entire ride, only breaking apart when we needed air. The driver clears his throat for the second time.

“We should go inside,” Julie whispers against my mouth, but her hands are still fisted in my shirt.

“We should,” I agree, kissing her again.

When we finally stumble out of the limo and into her place, the fire between us is scorching.

After Harper’s prophecy, after everyone voting that we’re together, after my mother meeting Julie, and my brothers giving their approvals—everything feels different.

More real. It’s almost terrifying that I can imagine spending more time with her.

Julie kicks off her heels and turns to face me. “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know,” I admit, moving closer. “Do you?”

“No,” she whispers.

“We can stop. We can walk away.”

“That’s not possible.” She takes a step toward me. “Letting you run away from me is the last thing I want, unless you’re having doubts.”

“No doubts, sweetheart.”

She searches my face, then decides. “Come upstairs with me.”

Julie takes my hand, leading me to the top of the stairs and into her bedroom.

She turns to face me, green eyes sparkling. Her fingers play with the zipper of her Dior dress. Slowly, she unzips it, letting the material fall and pool at her feet.

My breath catches when I see the lingerie set I bought her. It highlights every gorgeous curve.

“You’re stunning.” I breathe out. I run my fingers along the lace at her hip. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

“And?” She starts unbuttoning my shirt. “You’re just as guilty.”

My phone rings, and we freeze.

“Please make it stop,” she says, capturing my lips.

I forget what we were even discussing, but my phone keeps vibrating.

After five missed calls, I pull it out to see Patterson’s name on the screen.

I answer. “What?”

“I can’t get into the cabin,” he says.

“Four-seven-eight-two,” I say, then end the call, turning my phone off.

Julie pushes my shirt off my shoulders, and it joins her dress on the floor.

I back her toward the bed and lay her down. That’s when her phone starts ringing.

“Ignore it,” I say, pulling her to the edge, kissing between her thighs.

But it rings again. And again. And a-fucking-gain.

Julie groans and sits up.

She grabs her phone from her dress pocket on the floor. “It’s Autumn. ”

She answers and puts it on speaker. “This’d better be life or death.”

“Put Nick on,” Zane states.

“What do you want?” I ask.

“Patterson’s calling everyone. He’s locked out of your cabin and about to break a window. Deal with it before the cops get called. That’s the last thing any of us needs.”

“Can’t you?—”

“No. He’s your hockey friend. I’m sending a car to get you since your Range Rover is here. Be ready in five minutes.”

The line goes dead.

Julie flops back on the bed, still in that lingerie, looking like every fantasy I’ve ever had.

“You have to go, don’t you?” she asks.

I join her on the bed. “I don’t want to.”

I place my hand on her hip, watching her breath catch.

She pulls me down for a kiss that makes me groan.

“Do you really have to?” she asks.

“I want to tell him to sleep outside,” I admit against her lips. “He will break windows though. We don’t need a headline about the billionaire who trashed the rental.”

“Fine,” she says, twisting her body to push me down onto my back. A moment later, Julie is crawling onto my lap and straddling me. I place my hands behind her back and watch her, grinding against my rock-hard cock. “I want you so bad.”

“Jules,” I say, barely able to speak.

The only things keeping us apart are my clothes and her extremely thin panties. A grunt releases from me as her breathing increases. We can’t stop kissing, can’t stop touching, and she keeps going. If Julie keeps this up, she might find her end.

Right before I think she might lose herself, a car honks outside with two quick beeps.

“No,” she whispers, defeated. She’s breathing heavy in my ear, her lips swollen .

“I’m so sorry. I don’t want to leave.”

“You have to.” She climbs off of me, and when I stand, it’s like I have a damn circus tent in my pants. “Please go, before I beg you to stay.”

“Look what you do to me.” I bend down to kiss her. “Rain check, I promise.”

Twenty minutes later, I’m at Riverside, letting a very drunk Patterson inside.

“You’re a lifesaver,” he slurs. “The door hates me. Almost punched my fist through it.”

“The door’s fine. You were putting in the wrong code, which is why it locked you out for twenty minutes.”

“Bullshit! Four-eight-seven-two.”

“No, dumbass, it’s four-seven-eight-two.”

“Oh.” He crashes on the couch, face down. “Whoops.”

I move to the window and see if his rental car is outside, but it looks like he had a limo drop him off.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

When I turn around, Patterson’s already snoring.

I go upstairs to the main bedroom and sit on the edge of the mattress.

Nick

I had fun today.

Julie

I did too.

Nick

Patterson’s already passed out. I’m going to bitch him out tomorrow.

Julie

He deserves it.

Nick

I can’t stop thinking about you in that lingerie.

Julie

I’m still wearing it.

Nick

Don’t tease me.

She sends a photo of herself from a side angle. She’s in bed, showing just a hint of black lace against her skin.

Nick

You’re playing with fire.

Julie

Maybe I want to burn.

Nick

Tell me what you’re doing right now.

Julie

Lying in bed. Still in the lingerie you bought me. Thinking about your hands on me. Squeezing my thighs together.

Nick

I’m so fucking hard, thinking about you.

Julie

Show me.

As I get ready to snap her a picture, my phone rings, and it’s a FaceTime call.

“Hi,” she says when I answer.

The screen lights up, her face glowing like an angel, but I know better. She’s no saint. Not tonight. Her lips part, and I can already see the flush creeping up her neck. She’s nervous. Good. I like her timid, unsure, but willing. So damn willing.

She’s propped up against her pillows, the black lace perfect against her skin. Her nipples poke through the fabric, hard and begging for my mouth. Julie moves the camera lower. Her legs are spread just enough to let me catch a glimpse of her through the sheer fabric that she’s soaked.

I flip the camera around and show her exactly how much she affects me.

“God, Nick.” Her breath catches. “This is torture.”

“Touch yourself,” I say. “Let me see.”

“Only if you do too.” Her voice is soft. “I’ve never done this before.”

I smirk, leaning back on the mattress. The sight of her has me throbbing. “I know, sweetheart. That’s why I’m gonna make it good for you. You trust me?”

“Yes.” She nods, biting her lower lip.

“Take your panties off for me,” I order, my voice rough, desperate even. “Show me what’s mine.”

She props her phone up on a pillow, then hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them away. Then she repositions the phone, putting me back between her legs. The sight of her bare, almost breaks me.

“Good girl.” I growl. “Now, I want you to do exactly what I say. No rushing. No coming until I tell you. Understand?”

“Yes.” She bites her bottom lip, and I love how eager she is to do this with me.

Fuck, I can’t wait to ruin her.

“I’m so turned on,” she whispers, and it’s music to my ears.

“Touch yourself,” I say. “Slowly. Just like that.”

She rubs circles on her clit, her hips rocking with her so slowly and sensually.

“Now slide your fingers over your hole, sweetheart, before returning back to that clit. Damn, you’re so wet. And you look so damn beautiful, teasing your wet little cunt.”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“One finger, Jules. And curl it.”

She does as told. Her finger traces the outer edge of her slit before she plunges inside .

“You feel that at the end? That’s your G-spot, sweetheart. Massage it.”

Her breath is coming faster now. “I’ve never felt that before.”

“Mmm. Enjoy the sensation. That’s it. Palm your clit and rock up into it,” I encourage her. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It’s … it’s so much,” she whispers. “I want you. I want you so bad.”

“I know you do,” I mutter. My cock aches with need. “But don’t you dare come, Jules.”

Her head falls back as she moans softly, and she takes her time working herself. “Oh God,” she whimpers.

“You want more, don’t you?” I ask.

“Yes,” she admits.

“Good. Add another finger for me. Show me how you fuck yourself when you think about me.”

Her free hand grips the edge of the bed as she adds a second finger, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

“I can’t keep going,” she says breathlessly. “I’m already too close.”

“Not yet,” I tell her. “But let’s go to the very edge together.”

Her body trembles with need. “Please,” she begs, her fingers working her cunt furiously. “Please, let me come.”

“Patience is a virtue,” I say.

“And what if I don’t listen?”

“Then I’ll punish you,” I say.

“Oh my God. Is this domination play at the same time?”

I give her a simple nod.

She squeals.

“Try me, Jules. That pussy pulses, and I will refuse to see you for a week.”

She laughs. “Okay. I’ll be a good girl and follow the rules.”

Her motions slow, but I notice how her mouth falls open and her breathing grows more ragged.

“How does that feel?”

“So damn good, but I wish it were you. ”

“You’re so beautiful,” I say, my cock twitching at the sight. “Now, taste yourself, sweetheart. Describe it to me.”

Her cheeks flush crimson, but she does it, sliding her fingers between her lips. Her eyes lock on mine. I can hear the soft suck of her mouth, the way her tongue swirls around her fingers. Her red lips glisten with saliva.

“Good girl,” I mutter. “Now bring those wet fingers back to your swollen little clit. Say hello.”

“I want you to do this with me,” she says between pants.

My hand slips under the waistband of my boxers to grip my cock. It’s hot and heavy in my palm, pre-cum already beading at the tip.