Page 87 of Filthy Hot Escort
He grinned, pushed his cap up, then said, “Listen, Skylar. I purchased you the best sushi the city has to offer, and I’ll be damned if you eat it out of a plastic container next to your mountain of neon pink sticky notes.”
“So . . . you’re using my desk as a plate?”
“Not exactly.” Julian unzipped his sleek black backpack and tugged out a white linen tablecloth, which he draped over the desk. “Something much better.”
At the sight of the tablecloth, Skylar couldn’t hold back her smile. As always, he was chock full of surprises. “Nice. I’m assuming you have fine china and actual silverware, too? Or silver-plated chopsticks considering you’re serving me sushi?”
Julian slowly unzipped his jacket, then tossed it onto the couch behind him. His baseball cap soon followed. Skylar’s eyes widened because Julian wasn’t stopping with his jacket and cap. His fingers tugged at the hem of his black V-neck tee, and before she could open her mouth to speak, he’d slipped it up and off his body.
Skylar’s mouth went dry at the sight of his perfect pecs and chiseled abs. She’d seen his cock, yet she’d never seen his naked chest or . . .
She swallowed again when he began to unbutton his jeans.
Her eyes shot to the open door of her office.
“Julian!” she hissed. Scrambling, she shoved her door closed, locked it, then immediately lowered the blinds on the window next to the door. She turned back to Julian, who was now kicking off his shoes.
“Why the hell are you half-naked in my office?” she said, though admittedly, she sounded distracted as her gaze ran over his body.
“I won’t be half-naked for long,” he said.
Oh shit. “Let me just—” She rushed by him, headed for the large windows behind her desk, intent on lowering the blinds there as well. Only Julian gently wrapped his fingers around her wrist, stopping her. “Don’t. Keep them open. I want you to be able to see the lights.”
She just stared at him, frozen. He released her wrist, then tugged down his jeans and briefs, his cock semi-hard and thick and full. The sight of him stole her breath.
“Oh, god,” she breathed. His olive skin was sheer perfection from head to toe, his muscles defined. Her gaze fell to his heavily muscled and toned thighs, the perfect cradle for his cock hanging between them. Suddenly shewasstarving, and it wasn’t the kind of hunger that any amount of sushi, no matter how good, could satiate.
“Are you ready to be served?” Julian asked. With more grace than Skylar would have thought possible, he laid himself out across her desk, one knee bent with his foot on the desk and the other leg straight out in front of him, the foot hanging over the edge of the desk.
“I . . . ” She blinked. “What?”
Julian rolled over to grab the delivery bag. As she watched, he began to carefully unpack the sushi and arrange it across his naked body. She eyed a salmon roll that Julian placed over his left pec. When she reached out to snatch it up, Julian brushed her hand away.
“I’m not done yet,” he said, balancing a container of wasabi just above the line of dark pubic hair below his belly button. Then he arranged more sushi on his body.
Her hands and mouth itched to taste every piece of sushi he’d brought but not before licking the bare skin she revealed as she picked each individual piece up.
“I recall one of us mentioning sushi the other day. Did you form the idea for this little interlude then?” she asked breathlessly.
He placed a piece of spicy tuna roll on his right upper thigh, then looked up at her. “No. It came to me when I learned Hardy is on a cushy trip in the Cayman Islands and that you were working well into the night, probably to compensate for his absence.”
And to distract myself from missing you,Skylar thought.
“How did you know Hardy was in the Cayman Islands?”
Julian stopped arranging sushi on his nipples to cock his brow. “Don’t you know by now that nothing gets by me?” He put some pickled cucumber above his navel. “Tonight is about feeding you in what I hope you think is a fun and sexy way, but it’s also a big fuck you to Hardy. Here in this office, where I’m sure you go when Hardy annoys or pisses you off, I’m going to make you feel like the goddess you are, feasting on the naked body of your sex slave.”
Skylar lifted an amused eyebrow as Julian swept his hands over his sushi-covered body. Of course, the best part of the presentation was still his cock, towering proud amongst the sashimi and sushi. “Sex slave, huh?”
Julian held out a set of wooden chopsticks. Then he lowered his gaze, looking to the side and down. “I’m afraid the chopsticks aren’t silver. Have I displeased you, Mistress? Am I not to your liking? Do you wish me to call in another from your harem to serve you?”
Skylar sucked in a breath. Holy hell. Naked sushiandrole play?
“No,” she breathed out, then cleared her throat. “No,” she said, her tone much more commanding. “Looking at you pleases me, so stay exactly where you are.”
Julian broke character enough to smirk before he said, “As you wish, Mistress.”
“Obviously,” she said, and he full-out grinned. She grabbed the chopsticks he still held out, speared a salmon roll, then put it in her mouth.