“It means you don’t even see how beautiful you are, do you?”
Heart hammering inside my chest and blood roaring powerfully in my ears, I’m left standing here, stupefied. Nobody hasevercalled me beautiful, and here Jules is, offering me that compliment twice. The one person who shouldn’t be. My entire body warms, and I can feel my palms start to sweat as I stare at him, unsure where to go from here.
“You can’t fucking say shit like that,” I blurt out, unable to look him in the eye. He makes me anxious in a way I’m not used to feeling. I fuck rich men for money on a weekly basis. I’ve been past the nervous bit for years. But him? Something about him lights every nerve ending in my body. He’s all the way across the room, yet it feels like he’s standing directly in front of me with the way my pulse races.
The amusement leaves his features as his brows pinch. “Why the hell not? It’s true.”
“Because, Jules, you’re off limits. I was best friends with your son. Can you not see how wrong that is?”
“We are consenting adults. I don’t see the problem.”
“Okay, you’re married, then.”
His eyes shimmer as he smirks at me. “None of your clients are married?”
Why does he not care about any of that? How is he so blasé about all of this and so sure of what he wants?The questions are right there for me to ask… but I can’t. I can’t get the words out.Instead, I flounder like a fish out of water for a moment before finally saying, “Listen… let me talk to Giselle. I’ll find you someone else.” I meet his gaze, a scowl already forming on his lips. “Someone who is a better fit for you than I am.”
“I’m not interested in somebody else, Bodhi.” He pauses, holding my gaze. I have to fight to not squirm or look away. The weight of his scrutiny is intense. “It’s you that I want.”
Breathing out a heavy sigh, I let my arms drop to my sides. “Can’t we just… I don’t know… be friends?” I don’t know where that suggestion comes from. Being friends would be just as bad—if not worse—as being more than friends. Neither is a smart idea, but I can’t take it back now.
A growl rips from his throat as he crosses the room in three long strides. Strong, muscular arms box me in as he stares down at me, teeth bared, eyes narrowed. “I don’t want to be yourfriend,” he snarls, spitting out the last word like it’s a slur. “Get out of your head, pretty boy.”
My mind blanks as my gaze dips to his lips and the way they pucker slightly when he calls me that. Lips that I know from personal experience are firm and soft, bitable. Lips that taste like every desire and every need I’ve ever wanted, but shouldn’t have.
The back of my head hits the wall with a thud while I peer up at his monstrous form. Seriously, he towers over me, and the look on his face is one of sheer hunger. It’s primal, like he wants to devour me, and right in this moment, I have to admit… I want him to. So, when he leans down and seals his mouth to mine, I don’t stop him. In fact, my lips willingly part for him, and when his tongue dips inside, massaging mine, I can’t help the whimper that comes from me.
He tastessogoddamn good, and the weight of him pressed against me is mind numbing. Every coherent thought in my mind vanishes as he ravages me. In this moment, I’m convinced the entire world stops spinning. Nothing exists except him and I, and this kiss that is bound to destroy me. In one swift move, without breaking our lips apart, he grips the backs of my thighs, swooping me up and slamming me harder against the wall.
His very large erection becomes evident as he presses into me, deepening the kiss, as my own cock begins to thicken. I want more of him… want to see what his body looks like underneath his clothes. Want to lick every inch of him, taste his manly flavor. I want to bury my nose under his arm and inhale deeply… never to be freed from his scent.
My hands thread through his hair, pulling on the strands as I whimper pathetically into his mouth. I can’t seem to get enough of him, my cock already throbbing with a need for release. We stand there intertwined in each other for who knows how long, so lost in the moment, in each other’s embrace, that I don’t even hear the door unlock, nor do I notice it shoving open.
“Whoa, what the hell?”
My blood runs cold, Elias’s voice startling me as my current predicament hits me in the face. The way I’m backed up against the wall in Jules’s arms, with the taste of him still slick on my lips. With a rough shove to his chest, he, thankfully, lowers me down.
“Uh, hi, Elias. Didn’t think you’d be home.”
“Yeah, clearly,” he quips with a laugh. He drags his gaze to Jules, amusement lighting up his features. “And who are you?”
Clearing his throat and running his hand down his thigh, he extends it for Elias to take. “Jules. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
The second those words leave his lips, I let out a sigh, knowing exactly what’s about to come out of Elias’s immature ass mouth.
Just as I thought, I watch in horror as Elias’s gaze dips down to Jules’s crotch as he murmurs, “I can certainly tell.”
“Oh,my God,” I grumble, turning to Jules. “Out… you need to get out. Right now.”
“What? Why?” He has the audacity toactuallylook shocked and maybe a little hurt.
“Because,” I sputter. “Because this can’t be happening. It shouldn’t have happened, and you need to go. Now.”
He looks like he wants to argue, but before he can, Elias opens the front door. “You heard him.” Despite being completely and utterly mortified at what he just walked in on, I’ve never been more thankful for my roommate than I am right now. Jules seems to take the hint as he dips his chin, making his way toward the door. Elias shuts it behind him before Jules has a chance to turn and say anything else.
“Spill,” he says with a smirk so wide, it’s blinding.
“Not a fucking chance.” Leaving him standing there, I trudge to my room, slamming and locking the door behind me. No way am I unpacking that right now.
