Chapter 37 Warm Up
Adeline’s hand stayed pressed against Julian’s chest, her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt like she needed something solid to hold on to. Her breath came out shaky, that little laugh still hanging in the air between them. She knew she should push him away. The press conference was minutes away. Her hair was pinned just right, her makeup flawless, her dress pressed and perfect. One wrong move and it would all fall apart.
But Julian didn’t move back. Instead, his mouth stayed close to her neck, lips brushing the sensitive spot just below her ear. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
She swallowed hard. “Julian… we can’t.”
“We can,” he said simply. His hand slid down her side, slow and sure, stopping at her hip. “I’ll be careful. I won’t touch your hair, and I won’t ruin your makeup. I just want to taste you before we go out there and lie to the whole world.”
Her stomach flipped. The words should have sounded crazy, but instead they made the heat pool low in her belly. She opened her mouth to argue again, but he kissed her neck again, soft, open-mouthed, just enough to make her knees feel weak.
“Stand right there,” he whispered. “Lean against the wall if you need to. I’ll do everything.”
Before she could answer, Julian dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands stayed on her hips, fingers pressing lightly through the thin fabric of her dress. He looked up at her, eyes dark, and the sight of him like that, on his knees again, but for a completely different reason, sent a rush of heat straight between her legs.
“Julian,” she breathed, half warning, half plea.
He didn’t speak. His palms slid down her thighs, gathering the hem of her dress inch by inch. He lifted the fabric just high enough to bunch it around her waist, tucking it gently so it wouldn’t wrinkle or slip. The cool air hit her skin, and she realized her panties were already damp. He noticed too, and a small, satisfied sound left his throat.
“Fuck, Adeline,” he said quietly. “Look at you.”
He hooked his fingers into the sides of her lace panties and tugged them down her legs, slow enough that they didn’t snag. She stepped out of them one foot at a time, balancing on her heels. Julian folded the tiny scrap of fabric and slipped it into his pocket like it belonged to him now. Then he leaned in.
His breath ghosted over her bare skin first. Warm and teasing, and her thighs trembled. She pressed her back against the wall behind her, palms flat on the cool surface to keep herself steady. Her head stayed tilted back just enough that her styled hair wouldn’t brush anything. She was trying so hard to stay composed.
Julian’s hands settled on her inner thighs, spreading her open gently but firmly. “Keep still for me,” he said. “I’ve got you.”
Then his mouth was on her.
The first slow drag of his tongue through her folds made her gasp. It was warm, wet, and so deliberate it stole the air from her lungs. He licked her from entrance to clit, tasting her like he had all the time in the world. A low groan vibrated against her, and the sound made her clench around nothing.
“Oh god,” she whispered.
He did it again, slower this time, savoring it. His tongue circled her clit once, twice, then flattened and pressed hard. Adeline’s hips jerked forward before she could stop them. Julian’s hands tightened on her thighs, holding her exactly where he wanted her.
“Easy,” he murmured against her pussy. “Don’t move too much.”
He dove back in, mouth open, tongue working her in long, lazy strokes that built heat fast. Every lick was precise. He found the rhythm that made her breath hitch and stuck to it, lapping at her clit, then dipping lower to push inside her just enough to make her whimper. Her juices coated his tongue, and he made a hungry sound like he couldn’t get enough.
Adeline’s fingers curled against the wall. She wanted to grab his hair, but she didn’t. She kept her hands where they were, nails digging into the paint instead. Her legs shook. The pleasure was sharp and deep, spreading through her belly and up her spine, and every time his tongue flicked her clit, she felt it in her toes.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said, pulling back just enough to speak. His voice was rough, lips shiny with her. “Sweet and wet.”
He licked her again, harder. Then he sucked her clit between his lips, and her whole body jolted. A soft, broken moan slipped out of her before she could bite it back, and the sound was loud in the quiet room. Julian hummed in approval and did it again, sucking gently, then harder, tongue flicking fast over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Julian…fuck…” Her voice cracked.
He didn’t stop. One of his hands left her thigh and slid up, two fingers pressing against her entrance. He looked up at her, eyes locked on hers while he waited. She gave the smallest nod, and he pushed them inside her, slow, deep, and curling just right.
The stretch felt perfect. His fingers pumped in and out while his mouth stayed glued to her clit, sucking and licking in time with every thrust. Adeline’s head fell back against the wall with a quiet thud. She kept it still, didn’t let it move. Her mouth hung open, breath coming in short gasps, and the pressure inside her built fast, tight, and hot.
He curled his fingers again, rubbing that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. At the same time his tongue flattened and licked broad strokes over her clit. Wet sounds filled the room, his mouth on her, her slick coating his chin, and her shaky breaths. She was dripping down his fingers, down his wrist. He didn’t care. He kept going like he could do this forever.
Adeline felt the orgasm rising, fast and unstoppable. Her thighs started to shake harder. “I’m… Julian, I’m close…”
He didn’t slow down. If anything, he got more intense, his fingers thrusting deeper and faster and his mouth sucking her clit like he was starving for it. He groaned against her, the vibration shooting straight through her core.
“Come for me, baby,” he said, the words muffled but clear.
That was all it took.
The orgasm crashed over her hard. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, pulsing again and again. A choked cry tore from her throat, and she tried to keep it quiet but couldn’t. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, so strong her knees buckled. Julian held her up with one strong hand on her hip, never stopping his mouth or his fingers. He worked her through every spasm, licking and sucking until she was whimpering, oversensitive and trembling.
Even after the peak, he didn’t pull away right away. He gentled his movements, soft, slow licks that cleaned her up, soothing the throbbing heat. His fingers eased out of her slowly, and he kissed her pussy one last time, almost reverent.
Adeline’s chest heaved, and her legs felt like jelly. She blinked down at him, vision a little hazy. Julian sat back on his heels, looking up at her with dark, satisfied eyes. His lips were swollen and glossy with her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then carefully lowered her dress back into place, smoothing the fabric down her thighs like he was dressing a doll he didn’t want to break.
“See?” he said, voice low and a little hoarse. “Not a hair out of place, and makeup still perfect.”
She let out a shaky laugh, the sound breathless and stunned. “You’re… insane.”
He stood up slowly, towering over her again. His hands stayed on her waist, steadying her until she found her balance. He leaned in and pressed one soft kiss to her forehead.
“You needed that,” he said simply. “You were wound so tight. Now you’ll walk out there looking like the calm, collected fiancée everyone expects.”
Adeline swallowed, still trying to catch her breath. Her body felt loose and warm, the aftershocks still tingling between her legs. She could feel how wet she still was, but her panties were in his pocket, and there was no time to do anything about it. The thought of sitting through the entire press conference like this, bare, sensitive, still aching from his mouth, sent another small shiver through her.
Julian reached into his pocket and pulled out her panties. He held them out, but when she moved to take them, he pulled them back with a small smirk.
“Or,” he said, “you could go without. Feel me every time you shift in your seat, and remember exactly what my tongue did to you while we smile for the cameras.”
Her eyes widened. “Julian…”
He chuckled softly and slipped the panties back into his pocket. “Your choice, but I like the idea of you walking out there still dripping because of me.”
She stared at him for a long second, heart still racing. Part of her wanted to snatch them back, the other part, the part that was still pulsing and warm, liked the little secret too much to argue.
Instead, she straightened her shoulders and checked her reflection quickly in the mirror. Her hair was perfect, her makeup perfect, and her dress perfect. No one would ever know that thirty seconds ago she had been coming hard on Julian’s tongue.
She turned back to him, chin lifted. “Fine,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “Keep them, but if I ruin this press conference because I can’t focus, it’s your fault.”
Julian’s smile was slow and wicked. He stepped close, close enough that she could smell herself on his lips.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he murmured.
He offered her his arm like a perfect gentleman, and Adeline took it. Her legs still felt a little unsteady, her core still throbbing with the memory of his mouth, but she walked beside him toward the door, head high, ring sparkling on her finger, and ready to face the cameras.