yourself, Kate? Feed
yourself all this tripe, which only serves to tear you down inside.
Why the fuck would I be here if I wasn’t attracted to you? Do you
even see yourself when you look in a mirror? You’re fucking
beautiful, and I…” He threw his arms up into the air, maddened by
her thick-headedness.
She shook her head, dropping it to look down
into her lap, not saying anything in reply. Her hair draped around
like a shield, hiding her face from him.
Julian softened his voice. “You can have
this night with me. I have proven I can pleasure you, have I not? I
have proven you can trust me, have I not? Why would you throw this
away, love? Because of how you met me?” He looked at her still
downturned head.
“Yes, that does bother me. But even more, I
know there is a lot I don’t know about tonight. How did this
happen? Who are you? I feel...”
“You’re anything but stupid. While you’re
thinking it over, please keep in mind what we’ve already
experienced together. How tenderly I loved you. If you will let me
in, we can talk this out.” He ended, arms raised, as if reaching
out to her.
“Ah.” She sighed, as if he confirmed her
suspicion, and lifted her head to face him again. “I see. How much
money do you need?”
“No, you don’t see.” He
tapped his foot impatiently. Just then, realizing what she said, he
yelled, “Where the fuck did that even come from, Kate? If you would
let me in, where we could communicate on even footing,” he said,
gesturing to his slanted stance, “we could get this sorted out and
be in ecstasy again together. I. Want.
You. Your brain is trying to poison my true
desire for you into something false, something which is a lie. Then
when that doesn’t work, it flips you against yourself because of
your desire for me. And you do want me. You can’t deny you want me.
I know you do with no uncertainty.” Julian breathed in deeply
through his nose, ending his statement in a hungry growl. “Deny it.
Lie to me. I dare you.”
“Um, yeah, okay.” She shrugged, still trying
to process what he’d said.
He spoke to her in a way no one ever had. He
was calling her out and making her face herself. She wasn’t quite
sure how to handle it. Not knowing how to respond to him, she
decided instead, to call him out on the only thing she could think
of.
“Go ahead and show me your cock.”
She tossed out a gauntlet without knowing
it. Julian placed his hands above his head, on the window trim, and
leaned as far forward, towards the interior, as he could. “Let me
in, and I will.”
She countered, “No, no. I need to see it
before I decide. You apparently saw me quite a bit before deciding
to pounce on me in the night. Of course, if you’re ashamed of what
you’re packing, and that’s really why things ended earlier…”
Her words were barely spoken before she
heard the tear of a zipper and the sound of his pants hitting the
roof. She was speechless. She was starting to think he really was
serious about her.
“Is the presentation less than desirable? Is
it insignificant in your estimation?” He was naked from the waist
down, daring her to deny his rigid abundance.
Her eyes lifted from the mattress, up his
legs, to the erect cock that was pointing to the sky. She bit her
lip hard.
“But you knew that already from when you
manhandled my package earlier, didn’t you?” Julian jerked his legs
out of the pants and kicked them to the lawn below. Next,
unbuttoning the cuffs, he ripped his ruined, grass-stained shirt
over his head, not bothering with the buttons running down his
chest. It also flew through the air.
He stood before her, defiant and naked, save
for the silver necklace glistening on his chest. His fingers ran
through his hair as he raised his fiercely heated eyes, meeting
Kate’s, as she took in the sight of him.
“In or out.”
“In.” She caved with a yearning moan.
He crawled through the window, pulled her to
standing, and kissed her long and
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