Evelyn's POV
My lower stomach pressed tight against Julian, and almost instantly, even through his pants, I could feel his d**k getting hot and hard. His steps were big, and my body naturally slid a little, so I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, shamelessly grinding against him.
I thought he’d carry me to the bedroom, but nope—he just pushed me down onto the living room couch.
“Here?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah. Here,” he said, his voice thick and magnetic.
The living room faced a massive floor-to-ceiling window, with no curtains. Technically, no building opposite could see us—but somehow, that just added this delicious, slightly scandalous thrill, like the whole city could witness us.
Since he didn’t care, neither did I. I lifted my head, aiming to kiss his neck, but he shov
