CYNTHIA’s P O V

Julian and I quickly separated, and he lifted my chin while I cocked my head to the side.

‘‘If you don’t believe me, then you’ll have to just find out for yourself…’’ he said just as confident as always.

‘‘Maybe I will…’’ I smirked and his eyes fixated onto me as I unclipped my bra and let it fall onto the damp floor. ‘‘Fuck me…’’

His hungry eyes devoured my bare chests, and he didn’t wait to stride us both back onto his bed and throw me onto the sheets.

This time, he propped himself above my frame and swerved between my legs. Stretching above me,...