Evelyn's POV
I barely had time to process what he meant before Julian slipped a second finger inside me. His fingers moved like the world’s greatest pianist, playing my body with rhythm and precision.
Pretty soon, I was soaking. The room was thick with lust, filled only with our heavy breathing and the slick, wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of me.
His fingers were long, nimble, precise—hunting for every sensitive spot. God, they felt better than any vibrator.
“Looks like you’re close,” he murmured.
“Not—ah!” I started to deny it, but he added a third finger, thrusting deep and hard.
I wasn’t gonna take that lying down. I leaned over him, pressing my n****e against his, teasingly twisting it with my fingers.
“I told you… that doesn’t do anything. And if you weren’t blindf
