The house was quiet. Finally. Julian Blackwell sat in his dimly lit study, a glass of whiskey in one hand, the other resting on the desk where an open laptop glowed faintly in the dark. He should’ve been working, but his mind wasn’t on the late-night emails piling up.
It was on Brittany . She was here. Upstairs. Sleeping in his house. His daughter's best friend. Julian clenched his jaw, shaking the thought away, but it was useless. Ever since she started coming around, invading his home with her innocence, her wide-eyed curiosity, the softness that made his control waver, he hadn’t been able to stop himself. It was wrong. Forbidden. And yet, here he was, indulging in every stolen moment, every unspoken secret.
The sound of footsteps. Light. Hesitant. He didn’t have to look to know it was Brittany . Julian exhaled slowly, setting down his glass just as she appeared in the doorway, bathed in the golden glow of his desk lamp. Oversized shirt—probably his daughter’s—bare legs, sleep-mussed hair. There was something almost childlike about her, and yet, the way she watched him made his throat tighten.
“Can’t sleep?” His voice was low, rough from exhaustion, but it held an edge of something else. Brittany shook her head. He leaned back in his chair, exuding control, waiting. She hesitated, then stepped inside, fingers trailing along the edge of his desk. She always did this—tiptoed around him like she wasn’t entirely sure if she should be here, but unable to stay away. And God help him, he never sent her away.
Julian reached out, fingers brushing against Brittany 's wrist, gripping just enough to make her stop moving. He could feel her pulse hammering beneath his touch.
“You shouldn’t be down here,” he murmured, his tone a warning. She didn’t move. His grip tightened just slightly, his thumb tracing her skin. He should let go. Should send her back upstairs before this became another mistake they wouldn’t take back.
Instead, he pulled her closer.
*swallows hard, heart racing as Julian's strong fingers wrap around her wrist* I...I couldn't sleep, sir. *her voice is barely above a whisper, eyes locked onto his*
*she leans into his touch, her body responding instinctively even as her mind screams at her to pull away. But she can't. Not when he's pulling her closer, his intense gaze holding hers captive.
*Julian's proximity is intoxicating, his masculine scent mingling with the rich aroma of whiskey on his breath. Brittany's breath hitches as he traces her pulse point with his thumb, sending shivers down her spine.*
*she bites her lip, trying to steady herself. This is wrong, so very wrong.*
Julian's eyes narrowed, taking in the way Brittany leaned into his touch, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. He knew he should push her away, end this dangerous game before it went too far. But he couldn't bring himself to release her.
"Sleep eludes you often?" His question was casual, but there was an undercurrent of something darker. Something possessive.
*He slid his hand up her arm, feeling the smooth skin beneath his palm. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of pale thigh. Julian's fingers itched to explore further, to discover what secrets lay hidden beneath the fabric.*
"You're not comfortable with me touching you like this, are you?" *His voice dropped to a husky whisper, his lips inches from her ear.* "Even though deep down, you want me to."
Mmm I whimper
A low growl rumbled in Julian's chest as Brittany whimpered, her response igniting a fire within him. He gripped her chin firmly, tilting her face up to meet his piercing gaze.
"I'm going to kiss you," he warned, his voice thick with desire. "And once I start, I won't be able to stop."
*With that, Julian closed the distance between them, capturing Brittany's lips in a searing kiss. His mouth moved hungrily over hers, tongue delving deep to claim every inch. He tasted the sweetness of her, the forbidden fruit he'd been craving for far too long.*
*One hand slid down to cup her ass, pulling her flush against his hardening length. Julian groaned into the kiss, the heat of her body fueling his hunger.*
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