ZOE’S POV
My skin flushed crimson as my heart rate accelerated. I wanted this man in a way I had never wanted Liam.
If anyone had told me last week that I would be on my knees choking on Julian Hart’s d***k I would have laughed in their face. But here I was on my knees, tears streaming down my face, thinking of how I wanted to be fuc.ked senseless by him. I was spending my wedding night with my boss. What an irony.
Before I could recover from my spiraling thoughts,he gripped my hips and lifted me onto the couch, switching our positions so he was looming over me.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he grumbled, as he pulled the shirt over my head and tugged at the shorts. I lifted my hips, making it easier for him to tug it off completely. His eyes darkened as he took me in — the sof
