Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
In fact, Saturday night was the very first time I had revealed my body since that incident almost four years ago.
“What I saw Saturday night was not ballet,” he said huskily, his eyes darkening.
And there was the cocky jerk everyone talked about.
My cheeks heated under his gaze and words, leaving me momentarily speechless. Christ, he really was kind of blunt, wasn’t he? I mean, guys tried to come onto me all the time, but none of them had been as strong as Julian, especially when I always had Vincent somewhere around me as my protective guard dog.
“Back off, Julian,” Vincent snapped. “She’s off fucking limits.”
Julian simply ignored him. “You free tonight?” Julian asked me.
I finally found my voice again, as well as my annoyance. I wasn’t a piece of meat, and he was treating me just like I was. He had the wrong woman. If he wanted a quick lay after a cheap ass dinner, he could go get one of his little fans.
“Yes,” I told him, letting a small smile touch my lips, knowing in a moment, I was going to shoot him down.
I wouldn’t be another notch in his bedpost for him and his football buddies to talk about in the locker room.
“Don’t you fall for his smooth shit,” Vincent snapped at me, real worry for me in his voice.
I kept my eyes locked on Julian’s blue ones, ignoring Vincent. He smirked at me the slightest bit. He thought he had me exactly where he wanted me, but he was wrong—so wrong. I learned the hard way to guard my body with extremely high walls.
“Want to have dinner with me?” Julian asked me, his gaze dropping to my lips for a moment before he pulled his eyes back up to meet mine.
I leaned forward, watching as his eyes flickered to my lips the slightest bit again. I let my lips graze his ear, and he shuddered, his hand instantly gripping my thigh. I tensed slightly, my heart knocking painfully against my chest. “No,” I whispered.
I leaned back, grinning triumphantly at the bewildered expression on his face.
Meghan, 1. Julian, 0.
Finally, he scowled at me, and I hated that he still managed to look so damn sexy as he did so. “Wipe that smug grin off your face, Meghan,” he told me grumpily as he leaned back in his seat again.
Vincent was laughing softly in his seat, and he shot me a proud wink for turning Julian down. I knew he had seen so many women fall into Julian’s clutches only to be tossed aside and humiliated after he was done with them.
I wouldn’t allow myself to become one of those women, no matter how hot and devilishly good-looking Julian was.
After a few minutes of peaceful silence with only the sound of the professor lecturing, Julian leaned over, his warm, minty breath fanning my ear and neck, making delightful shivers run down my spine. My skin flushed at his close proximity, and I hated that my body betrayed me as my nipples became painfully hard, and wetness pooled between my thighs.
Fuck, he hadn’t even touched me yet.
“I won’t give up, Meghan,” Julian warned. My breath hitched in my throat as I closed my eyes, swallowing thickly. My heart was racing in my chest, but I didn’t feel afraid. I felt painfully turned on by his challenge, which was definitely a first for me. “Not until those sexy ass legs are spread with that perky, juicy ass of yours in the air as I fuck you hard from behind.” He gently nipped at my earlobe, and I couldn’t stop the small moan that slipped from me. Thankfully, Vincent didn’t hear me. But judging by the smug smile I could feel on Julian’s lips as he kept his lips on my skin, I knew he had heard me loud and clear. “An ass as juicy as yours deserves to be worshipped,” he breathed.
Then, he just leaned back in his seat as if he hadn’t just made my ovaries explode at his words. A physical ache started between my legs as I sucked in a sharp breath of air, jerking my eyes back open to stare at the front of the classroom.
Holy fuck.
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I kept my eyes locked on the mirror in front of me, making sure my posture was perfect, never slouching as I bounced on my feet in a squatting position, my hands in my hair, making sure I measured out exactly eight bounces as I completed a circle. I sensually rolled my body out on the floor before I popped back up to my feet and tangled my fingers back in my hair before I bent over at the waist to a perfect ninety-degree angle, shaking my ass to the beat of the song.
I stood back up to my full height as the song started coming to an end. My chest was heaving up and down from exertion as I tried to catch my breath. Vincent tossed me a hand towel, and I quickly wiped my face clean of the sweat. “I don’t know what you’re so worried about, Meg,” he told me. “You have this in the damn bag. You’re the best fucking dancer I’ve ever seen, and I’m not saying that as your best friend,” he told me when I opened my mouth to argue. “You had the entire stadium roaring for you when you were dancing,” he reminded me.