Chapter Four:
On Your Knees in the Elevator
I didn’t think he’d stay the night.
Julien didn’t seem like a man who did sleepovers—he didn’t even flinch when he filled me and left me dripping on my own bedsheets. But somehow, when I woke up, I felt heat behind me. A strong forearm wrapped around my stomach. A lazy palm cupping my breast.
And him.
Still hard.
Still there.
His voice was raspy in my ear. “I should f**k you before we leave.”
“What time is it?” I whispered.
“Time to open your legs.”
God help me—I did.
He didn’t even push in. Just pressed himself against my slick entrance and slid the head of his c**k through the wetness slowly. Teasing. Rubbing.
“Julien—”
“Shh.”
He pushed in one long, slow inch.
Then pulled out.
I whimpered.
“You don’t get it until you do what I
