Built Strong (Middleton Hotels 3)

“What? Is that how you normally operate? How many illegitimate children do you have?”

“None, and since you are about to lose your mind over nothing. I’ll tell you something. Don’t laugh at me, but this was the first time for me.”

“Without protection? What’s to laugh about that?” I didn’t want to think about him with other women, with or without protection.

He was on me in a second, pinning me to the bed, his mouth slamming against mine in a kiss that dominated. Julian pulled back and stared down at me. “I meant I’ve never had sex before.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I listened to your cries and felt your body move in my hands, trying to find a way to please you. I don’t have a clue how to fuck. And everything I know comes from stroking it at night.”

“I can’t…”

“What? Believe it? Not many men my age and level of success are virgins, or were as it goes. I’m not interested in gold diggers and I don’t date because I preferred waiting for the one, and I have. If you think I’m joking, just wait and see, sweetheart.”

“How did you last so long?”

“I didn’t. I came as I ate your sweet pu

ssy. Something I don’t think I’ll get enough of.”

“I meant as a teenager.”

“My southern manners, I suppose.” He bent down and took my nipple into his mouth, making me moan and arch my back. “But you and your northern beauty stole that from me.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, though truly not one bit.

“Yeah, sweetheart, that sounded sincere. I suppose you’re no sorrier than I am. Now, let’s get in the shower so we can hit the hay. There’s a lot to do tomorrow after my meeting.” He got up and walked toward the closet opening it. “Shit, wrong room. Bathroom?”

“Down the hall.”

He nodded and waltzed out the door ass naked without an ounce of shame. I laid on the bed, trying to come to grips with what I just did. A big part of me felt guilty because my sister was counting on me to get the deal done. Another part wanted to go at it again and again until Julian realized that he couldn’t live without me. I giggled to myself. It was a foolish dream. He wasn’t in love with me any more than I was with him. I couldn’t explain what it was that I was feeling, but it couldn’t be love, could it? I got off the bed because I could feel the stickiness between my thighs and I knew it was all over the edge of my bedspread. As soon as I looked down, I saw the remnants of his first release. He wasn’t lying. Gosh, I was going to have to clean up all the evidence before my sister made a guest appearance. Shit, I needed to message her before she got panicky and came over. I slipped on my robe and headed downstairs for my phone. I grabbed it and saw two missed calls.

I shot her a text. Going to bed. Talk to you about the meeting in the morning. It didn’t go as I expected. Love you. It didn’t go anything like I expected. I lost my virginity, he didn’t fire me, and I had a naked man roaming my house.

Oh no. Tell me about it in the morning. I love you.

I walked back upstairs and heard him singing in the shower. I stopped in my tracks and listened. Wow, seriously the man could serenade a dead person back to life. My chest was doing that pounding thing again and it was making me nervous. I can’t fall in love with him. He was bigger than me in every way. Now on top of a perfect body, he could sing. I started humming along to his voice when he turned off the water.

“Angel face, are you coming in here or not?” he called out. A shiver of desire coursed through me and my decision was easy.

“I’m coming,” I said, turning the door handle.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, growling and holding the curtain open. His body was ripped and soaking wet. That cock of his wasn’t in the mood to go down.

“Does it ever go down?”

“Apparently not since I met you. I hope it does. Can’t walk around with this guy attracting attention. Now, take off that robe and come in here so I can get you clean then dirty you up again.”

With all the nerve I had, I dropped the robe like I owned my sexuality and strutted toward him. He lifted me up with one arm and pulled me against his strong body. “You are something else, sweetheart.” His mouth came down on mine, claiming my lips.

He spun me toward the spray, then set me on my feet. “I’ve washed up, so let me help you.”

“You don’t have to, Julian.”

“I want to take care of you any way I can.” He stood behind me, reached for the soap, then lathered his hands and rubbed it all over my shoulders and downward. I shouldn’t be embarrassed after what happened, but I’d never been naked in front of a man, showing him my ass. I tilted my head to let the spray rinse off my body. As soon as the suds were gone, his mouth settled down on my pulse. “Now, I get why vampires in the movies go straight here. It turns me on so much to feel your blood racing.”

“So hypertension turns you on, good to know.”