Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
11
“Libby,” he says, “I need to talk to you.”
I honestly didn’t expect him to come here. My mouth is open and I’m staring, but I can’t seem to make my body function.
“Can I come in?”
Cosette looks back and forth between the two of us, and I know that if I give her any sign that I’m uncomfortable, she’ll stay with me. But this is Julian, and my heart is beating so fast, and even though it feels like everything is falling apart, it feels good to look at him. I took his advice last night, and talked it out with Cosette. It made things better. I need to talk to him too. “Come in,” I say.
Cosette grins at me. “Guess I’ll see you later then.” She closes the door softly on her way out, and then Julian and I are left staring at each other. I gesture for him to come in further, and he follows me to the living room.
“Libby,” his voice sounds desperate. “Please tell me what’s going on. Last night, I thought you were shaken up, but now you’re quitting the club, and I’m not sure that you even want to see me. I just don’t understand.”
“I just took a lot of time today to think, and this is for the best.” I take a deep breath and begin to explain. I explain to him how I realized that Cosette was jealous, and how we’re better, but not perfect. That I’m not sure how much of this is my own blind selfishness. How I was so happy, only to find out that everyone around me was miserable. “You didn’t tell me that you used to tip the other dancers. That you used to spread it around. Now because you don’t, because the patrons like me and I get all the attention from you, they all hated me.” I take another deep breath. “And after that, I wasn’t sure if it was all real. We talked about it, but we never actually left the club together—aside from last night—and if an entire group of dancers was able to fool me into thinking they liked me…I just thought…I don’t know.” I can’t bear to finish the thought out loud, to admit what I thought.
Julian sighs, crossing the room to me. He pulls me into his arms, and I let him do it. “I’m so sorry you thought that. Not for one second was my intention to make people hate you, or to use you.” He cups my face with his hands, making me look at him. “All I ever wanted was you. I still do. I want you inside the club, outside the club, wherever. If you end up on the fucking moon, Libby, that’s where I’ll want you. Being at the club was just convenient for both of us, but if you think that I wouldn’t want to see you just because you’re not dancing at the club, then I don’t think I’ve done a good enough job showing you just how badly I want you. All the time.
I feel that thing in my chest, that pleasure and pain emotion that’s too big and makes me feel like I might cry. Julian kisses me, gathering me up in his arms, and after today it feels so damn good to be kissed like this. It feels oddly like coming home. Welcoming and warm and so much more than that. It’s a relief to know that my worst imaginings weren’t true and that the best month of my life was in fact, real.
“Where’s your bedroom?” Julian asks. “I’ll show you just how thoroughly I want you. If you can’t already tell.”
I glance down at his tented pants and laugh. “I can tell.”
“Good. I’m still going to show you.”
I pull him down the hall towards my bedroom, but it takes us forever to get there. Julian keeps interrupting our progress with kisses that set my skin on fire, shedding clothes and taking mine off too. By the time we actually make it to my bed, I’m only in panties, and he’s naked. I can very much tell how much he wants me. He puts a condom on and I push him down on the bed. My bed, my rules, and this time, I’m going to be on top.
Taking his cock in my hand, I guide it to my entrance. I sink down onto him slowly, and I love it. I love it so much, and it’s absurd how much I missed it like it’s been two years and not two days. Julian runs his hands over my stomach, my legs, anywhere he can reach me. He teases my clit, and my breath catches, eyes fluttering closed as he toys with it. He’s using tiny, staccato strokes. Back and forth, up and down, around and around. Over and over again until my hips start thrusting on their own. Suddenly I’m riding him, fucking him, letting him plunge deep into me with every roll of my hips.