spot. I experimented with rocking forward, grinding my clit over it. Oh, hell. Meanwhile, Julian gripped my hips, fingertips digging in like he was trying to hold on to something. Control, likely. If his expression was any indication. “See? Perfect. I’ve never felt anything this good in my entire fucking life, Juniper,” he rasped. “So goddamn wet and warm. You’re killing me here.” I couldn’t help but smirk down at him. “Good.”
