Discovered (4 page)

As h
e collapsed to my side, I felt Julien pull me in close to him, before removing the blind fold. When our eyes met again, he smiled languidly at me, while still breathing heavily.

We spent hours after
making love talking about anything and everything and nothing at all. It was the best conversation I had ever had. I learned that Julien had been working for his father’s company since he was sixteen years old and that his father, whom he adored, would soon be retiring and leaving the whole empire to him. I told him about my dreams of opening my own restaurant and even described to him exactly how it would look.

I wasn’t sure when I
actually fell asleep, but I knew for sure that Julien would definitely be haunting me in my dreams.

EMILY

The next morning, a small ray of sunlight peeking through the edge of the silky satin grey curtains woke me. Julien’s arm was still wrapped firmly around my waist as I lay with my head against his shoulder. I couldn’t help but to replay last night’s events.
I had just bagged Julien freaking Belmont. How the heck did that happen? Wait, did I bag him or did he bag me?
It didn’t matter I guess because either way, I was here… with him.

I
raised my head slightly, supporting it with my right hand, so I could look down at him, the man who had made me come, so spectacularly, and I’d been undone in his arms. Twice. He was even hotter as he slept, he looked so… peaceful. I watched him in amazement as he continued to breathe deeply; and he really was beautiful. Just as I thought to get up, he turned his head and faced me.

“Are you done admiring me
?” he asked, smiling from ear to ear.

“Oh
please, I was just trying to see the clock on your side table…” I teased, knowing that he didn’t believe me for a second.

You’re so stubborn. Good for me that I like it” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on my lips before getting out of bed. He crossed the room and began pulling on some boxers.

Was he leaving? Was I supposed to leave? I had never slept with a man that I wasn’t in a relationship with so I wasn’t sure what the protocol was. Though I knew that this would most likely be a onetime thing, I was still sad to see our time together come to an end. Sighing, I got up and started gathering my clothes.

“I guess I’d better get
going. I had a good time Julien,” I said, trying my best to sound nonchalant as I slipped the silk black thong on and reached for my bra.

He froze.

“You’re leaving?” he whispered, his back still turned away from me.

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say. Ye
s I had agreed to come home with him last night, but surely that didn’t mean that anything
real
could come of this. Julien was great, in fact the best I had ever had, and although it would pain me to do so, I had to let this go. After everything that Adam had done to me, I just wasn’t ready for more.

“I… I thought that this was just… well… you know…” I stuttered, feeling
like an idiot, my voice trembling slightly.

Crap I sound like a total
cow, but what was he expecting here? We were from two different worlds and mind blowing, earth shattering sex didn’t change that.

“
Julien, I…”

In an instant, he was standing before me, gripping my shoulders with those strong, capable hands, as he towered above me. Staring straight in to my eyes he
said, “Don’t go Emily, stay here with me.”
Why did he have to make this so damn hard?

Before I had a chance to respond, he
crushed his lips to mine, drawing me tight against his hard muscular body. He was hungry, demanding and although I wanted to resist, I just couldn’t. I parted my lips, inviting him in and he rewarded me with the sweet taste of his tongue.

Breaking from my lips, h
is mouth travelled down against my neck, his tongue swirling, and teeth nipping my sensitive skin. Unable to contain my desire for him, I went with it; allowing him to dominate me completely. He pushed me back onto the bed, never breaking our contact as he continued to kiss my neck.

“I have to have you Emily,” he whispered
huskily, as his hot breath teased and caressed my inflamed skin with every word. “You have to be mine!”

And w
hy did he have to be so damn irresistible?

Chapter Three

“Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.”

~ Thomas Fuller ~

JULIEN

I don’t know what’s happening to me. One minute I was putting on some clothes to go to the bathroom and then next I was begging Emily to stay with me, to…be with me… Who was I?

I nearly broke down when I thought she was going to leave but thankfully I had managed to somehow
convince her to stay…for now. I needed more time with her. More time to make sense of exactly what was going on between us.

After two rounds of morning sex, my little vixen was spent and passed out peacefully on my chest but I couldn’t go back to sleep. How could I? Yesterday I was
Julien Belmont, a man whose only emotional attachment lied with two things, work and my father. But now, the thought of never seeing Emily again was driving me crazy. I needed to get my mind together and that couldn’t happen until I got some coffee in my system.

I managed to get out of bed without waking Emily. I watched her
for a moment, taking in her tossed hair which fanned the pillow, and her long, slender, and toned legs which escaped the covers.
God, you’re so beautiful.

I walked into the kitchen and started making coffee. I wasn’t sure what Emily normally ate for breakfast but decided that I couldn’t
go wrong with eggs and toast though I wondered how she would judge my amateur cooking, since she said something about being a cook last night. Shrugging the thought off, I continued making breakfast, determined that I wouldn’t burn it.

I arranged the plate with a light
and fluffy cheese omelet, buttered toast and coffee, placing it on a bed serving tray, liking the thought of surprising her with breakfast in bed. I had really worn her out both last night and this morning.

Just as I was about to take the tray over to her, I halted.
There, standing in the kitchen entrance, stood Emily, naked.
You’re killing me!

“Smelt the coffee,” she said
as she walked toward me, leaning in and grabbing the coffee from the tray.

I watched as she took a sip, her ample
, delicious breasts were perky and her nipples were hardened. Her hair was no longer tossed about; it was smooth and fell gracefully onto her shoulders. She was…breathtaking, even with no makeup.

“Is something wrong?” she said
with a wicked look in her eyes.

“I am only a man
Mon amour
, why must you torture me so,” I confessed as I placed the tray down on the counter, walking over to her and kissing her.

“Whoa there buddy… You can wait. I need that breakfast, I’m starving.”

I grunted.

“Ok but please put on something. I don’t think I can make it through breakfast
while looking at your sexy body,” I begged, still holding onto her.

She nodded her head, eyes still wicked as she broke free of my grasp, walking away painful
ly slow.

This
woman is going to be the death of me.