thrust his hardness against her. She wanted to scream his name, but she knew he’d be so full of himself if she did. But then Julian slowed, taking her high—and her orgasm—away.
“You’re so cruel,” she whined.
The bastard chuckled and removed his face from the curve of her neck. Then he kissed her lips once and brushed her hair back.
“The first orgasm I give you, Blondie, is not going to be on the beach. I want it, but I’d rather it be in my bed.”
Oh my.
She pursed her lips. An orgasm promised was an orgasm promised. And she wanted it more than ever. She knew that it was a part of his stupid games. And she was not happy being the loser.
“What if I want the first you give me to be in my bed?”
He tensed. “You have a roommate,” he stated, trying to win.
“Who is gone for the night.”
“I have a private villa to myself. No roommates. No interruptions. I noticed you holding back my name. You can scream it all you like.”
Stevie jabbed a finger into his shoulder. “Is that so?”
He nodded.
“Fine. My first will be in your bed. But your first will be in my bed,” she challenged. But she didn’t let him speak. Instead, she kissed him full on the lips once before she pulled back to look at him. “Deal?”
“Fucking deal.”
“So, how are we going to decide which bed first?” Stevie asked, pushing him off her and sitting up.
Julian appeared to really think about it. Then he dug his hand into his pocket and pulled a coin out. “Heads or tails?”
Stevie stared at the money. “We’re going to decide orgasms based on a coin toss?”
“Call it, Blondie,” he ordered, flipping the coin and catching it. Then he placed the coin on the back of his hand, covering it up with the other.
When she glanced at him, he had an eyebrow raised.
“Heads,” she said.
Julian removed his hand, and she watched a smirk consume his face.
“Let’s go, Blondie,” he said as he stood up from the sand and helped her up.
“Well?” she asked, intrigued.
He shook his head, denying her the reveal of the victor.
“Julian!”
He chuckled, leant in close to her ear, and whispered, “You’re coming first,” before slipping the coin into her hand.
Stevie looked down at the coin and frowned.
She wanted victory.
Fucking tails.
What have I done?
I promised I’d make her come.
In my bed.
Why did I promise that?
Why did I agree that I’d let her get me off in her bed?
What the fuck are we doing?
Julian watched as Stephanie took in the large villa that overlooked the beach. The emotionless expression on her face worried him. He couldn’t decipher whether she was impressed or not. All he wanted to do was please her. The idea that she’d given him permission to give her pleasure was both frightening and exhilarating. He wanted to hear more of the little moans she made and feel her nails digging into his back one more time.
When he’d made the promise to make her come, that was when he should have drawn a line. But with other girls, he’d have already been balls deep. However, with Stephanie, it was so different. Julian wanted her pleasures over his. He wanted to see the bliss on her face after her orgasm. And he definitely wanted to hear her cry his name.
God, do I want her to scream my name.
“I can’t believe you’re staying here. You make my room seem like a dodgy motel by the highway,” Stephanie noted as she walked towards the balcony doors. “A hammock?” she asked once she had turned around to face him.
He smiled and nodded. “Once I put it up this morning, I sat and watched the water before I went down to the beach to see you.”
“I’m sorry again,” she said with a sad tone in her voice.
“Oh, Blondie, you’re so adorable when you’re guilty,” Julian teased then made his way to her and scooped her up in his arms.
“Put me down!” She giggled and kicked her legs.
“Stephanie, pipe the fuck down. I don’t want to mislead my neighbours into thinking we’re having really great sex.”
She froze quicker than he had seen anyone still in his life. Julian set her down and stared at her furrowed brows. She was reluctant, but she hadn’t been when they were on the beach. When his eyes met hers, he saw the fear in them and, for a moment, a flash of unsureness. Enough to make all of his thoughts—and his heart—halt.
She couldn’t possibly be