Page 99 of Filthy Hot Escort

“The question is, why would you do it?”

Skylar scoffed. “You’re crazy. I came. Of course, I did. How could I not? You’re the Sex God of Manhattan. You’rethatgood.”

Julian surged to his feet and, with one violent move, swept everything off her desk, including her computer, which crashed to the floor. “Do not ever call me that again!” he bit out, towering over her.

She leaned back in her chair, shaking and eyeing him warily.

“Do not be afraid of me, Skylar,” he warned.

Her jaw dropped. “You just pushed my computer onto the floor!”

“Because you lied to me. Just now. And earlier tonight,” he said, his voice now soft. “I know you’re protecting yourself, but don’t lie. Not to me, not to anyone, and especially not to yourself. Because no, Skylar, you don’t get to fake an orgasm and then walk away.”

“Why do you think I faked it?” she asked, not daring to actually lie to him again but implying it wasn’t the same as lying.

To her surprise, Julian didn’t explode again; his face softened. “Stand up.”

“Excuse me?”

“Stand up. I’ll show you how I know you didn’t come.”

She hesitated, but despite what he’d done, she still didn’t fear him. At least she didn’t fear that he would physically hurt her. On shaking knees, she stood, and he walked carefully around the mess on the floor to join her. He reached out and took her hand in his, then he untied the belt of her trench coat and pushed it off her. She shivered as she stood naked in front of him and anyone in the surrounding office buildings that might look over and see her. He slid a hand behind her back and pulled her in close. So close she could feel the pounding of his heart against her chest.

“Kiss me,” he ordered.

Skylar obeyed. The kiss was light at first. Gentle, soft, questing. Warm lips to warm lips. Hips to hips, belly to belly, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. Then Julian slanted his head and deepened the kiss, exploring and tasting her. She kissed him back with ferocity, unable to deny she wanted more. She also couldn’t deny a part of her was relieved. She’d walked away for her own safety, but what good had it done her? He’d come after her when it would have been easy to let her go.

And that knowledge enabled her to dismiss why she’d walked away in the first place and give over to the passion sparking her blood. He kissed and caressed her for what seemed like hours before he finally pulled back.

“That’s it,” he said, holding her as she gasped.

“Wh-what is?”

“That’s how I know you didn’t come.” He took her by the shoulders and turned her around so she could see their reflection in the windows.

“Look at yourself.”

At first, all she saw was how her hair was a mess. Then she saw it. There, in her eyes. A wanton wildness, an openness, a vibrancy that all but screamed, “I’m alive!”

She was. So very alive.

“I know you didn’t come,” he murmured in her ear, “because you didn’t look like you do now. Now that I’ve been driving you wild. Now that you’re on the edge.”

She shuddered. She saw exactly what he was talking about. “I see it,” she whispered.

“Do you want it, Skylar? Do you want to know what a true orgasm feels like?”

She sucked in a breath, feeling as if she was on a precipice with two choices: back up to safety or throw herself over the edge.

For once in her life, she was throwing herself off the edge.

“Yes, Julian. I do.”

“You’re ready to stop lying to me?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“To yourself?”