Chapter175 A dark apron tied around his waist

Chapter175 A dark apron tied around his waist
Chloe

I unlocked the door and stepped inside, still flushed from the drive home and the things Julian had texted me. I set my bag down and turned the corner into the living room, then stopped.

Julian stood in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a dark apron tied around his waist. That was it. No shirt, no pants, just the apron and his bare skin underneath.

His shoulders looked broader than usual in the low light, and the apron did nothing to hide the fact that he was already half-hard. He had clearly been waiting for me.

I didn’t say a word. I crossed the room in three quick steps and grabbed the front of the apron, yanking him down into a kiss. My mouth crashed against his, hungry and impatient.

He made a low sound in his throat as I pushed him backward until his back hit the wall. My hands slid under the apron immediately, palms running over his bare ass, then around to grip his cock. He was already thickening in my hand.

“Fuck, Chloe,” he breathed against my mouth.

I didn’t give him time to say more. I dropped to my knees right there on the living room floor and shoved the apron up. The second my mouth closed around him, Julian’s head thunked back against the wall.

I took him deep, one hand wrapped around the base, the other gripping his hip. He tasted clean and warm, and the way his thighs tensed under my hands made me even wetter.

He threaded his fingers through my hair, but he didn’t push. He let me set the pace, let me suck him the way I wanted to after a whole day of thinking about this exact moment.

When I pulled off with a wet sound and looked up at him, his eyes were dark.

“Been thinking about this all afternoon,” I said, voice rough. “You offering yourself up like that. Thought I’d take you up on it.”

Julian’s mouth curved. “Then take it.”

I stood, turned him around, and pushed him toward the couch. He went willingly, sitting down and spreading his knees so I could straddle him. The apron was still on, bunched between us. I reached behind him, untied it, and pulled it off completely, tossing it aside.

Now there was nothing between us.

I sank down onto him in one slow motion. The stretch pulled a moan out of me. My body had changed after Liora. My hips were wider, my stomach softer, my breasts heavier. Julian’s hands immediately went to all of it, gripping my ass, sliding up my sides, cupping the weight of my breasts like he couldn’t get enough.

“God, I love you like this,” he said, voice tight. “So full. So fucking soft. You feel better than ever.”

I started to move, rolling my hips in slow, grinding circles. Every time I sank down, his cock hit deep, and the new softness of my body pressed against his hard stomach. He leaned forward and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, and the sensation shot straight between my legs. I rode him harder, chasing it.

Julian’s hands never stopped moving. He squeezed my thighs, ran his palms over the curve of my belly, held my hips so he could thrust up to meet me.

I could feel how much he liked the extra weight, the way my body had settled after giving birth. There was no hiding in this body. It was real, and he clearly wanted every bit of it.

I came first, clenching around him with a broken sound. Julian followed right after, gripping my hips hard as he spilled inside me. We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, my forehead pressed to his.

Eventually I slid off him and curled against his side on the couch. He reached for the throw blanket and pulled it over both of us. His hand rested on my stomach, thumb stroking slowly.

After a while he spoke, voice quiet. “I was going to wait until after dinner, but I think now’s good.”

He stood, walked over to the counter, and came back with a folder and a small white cake box. He handed me the folder first.

I opened it. The header said Astor Capital Share Transfer Agreement. Twenty-five percent. In my name.

Julian sat beside me again. “I don’t want you thinking you’re working for your husband. You’re my wife. This is yours. Not a gift. Just what’s already fair.”

I read the pages slowly. Clean. Simple. No tricks. Just my name next to the stake.

He watched me. “You don’t have to decide right now. But I wanted you to see it.”

I set the folder on the coffee table and noticed the cake box. A small card stuck out from under the ribbon.

To my beloved full-bodied bride.

My throat tightened. I looked at him. Julian reached over and opened the box. A small cake sat inside with the same words written in neat frosting.

“I figured the paperwork might feel cold,” he said. “Thought this might help.”

I laughed once, shaky. “You really thought this through.”

He cupped my cheek. “I wanted you to know you own this with me. Not because I handed it to you. Because you earned it.”

I leaned into his hand. The last bit of distance I had been keeping between us finally dropped. I picked up the folder again and held it against my chest.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll sign it tomorrow.”

I set the folder aside, pushed Julian back against the couch cushions, and climbed into his lap again. My mouth found his in another deep kiss while my hand reached down to stroke him back to full hardness.

He groaned into my mouth, hands sliding up my back to pull me closer. I sank down onto him once more, slower this time, savoring every inch as my body adjusted around him. The softness of my post-pregnancy curves pressed against his chest, and Julian’s fingers dug into my hips with renewed hunger.

We moved together in a steady rhythm, the earlier urgency replaced by something deeper and more deliberate. His mouth traveled down my neck to my breasts, sucking and licking until I gasped and rode him harder.

Every thrust sent sparks through me, and I could feel him growing thicker inside me with each roll of my hips. Julian whispered my name against my skin, telling me how perfect I felt, how much he loved every new curve and every extra pound that proved what we had created together.

I rested my forehead against Julian’s chest, still catching my breath.

“Julian,” I said quietly, “thank you. For wanting me like this. For not making me feel like I have to earn my place anymore.”

He ran his hand slowly down my back.

“You already have it,” he murmured. “You gave me our daughter. You gave me a home. That’s more than enough.”

I looked up at him. “I love you.”

He kissed my temple. “I love you too. Always have.”

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