After The One (The One Series Duet) Read Free

and wrapped my hands around his girth. “And this.”
    He grunted before crashing his lips against mine hungrily. I moaned into his mouth as I tried to push his pants down. Pulling out of the kiss briefly, Julian grabbed at my fitted pencil skirt, becoming frustrated when it wouldn’t come up over my round ass.
    “Turn around,” he commanded, his voice low and gravely. “And spread your legs.”
    My body shook in anticipation as I followed his orders.
    He grabbed my hands and placed them against the cool marble countertop. Sliding his hands down my back until he reached my hips, he ground his hard dick against my soft ass and I pushed back against him. Not wasting any more time, Julian unzipped my skirt so forcefully I heard the expensive garment rip.
    He pulled the material up, bunching it at my waist, and then he stopped. With my ass covered in the barely-there lace panties he’d sent me as a gift on the first leg of his tour, I heard a sharp intake of breath. I could almost feel it as he eyed the scant material on me for the first time.
    “You like?” I purred, rotating my hips in a slow circle.
    His hand grazed the lace. “I love.” His finger crept over the material before moving on to the damp spot between my legs. I gasped as his finger came in contact with the most sensitive part of me. “You like?”
    “I—“
    The doorbell rang.
    “Fuck,” Julian swore as he scrambled to pull down my skirt and zip it.
    “Julian?” Andre called out as he used a key to enter.
    I was fully covered up, but I had to fold my arms over my chest to distract from my erect nipples.
    Speaking of erect…
    I eyed the still shirtless Julian and although Andre’s intrusion had deflated his erection a little, the imprint of his thickness was obvious in his thin pants.
    When I looked up at him, Julian’s eyebrows came together in confusion and then flew up once he followed my line of sight. His eyes seemed to bulge as he noticed.
    His head was on a swivel and I was sure he was considering hiding out in the garage.
    I bit my lip and looked around the room.
    “Julian? I’m going to come in and drop this stuff off in the kitchen!” Andre called out again.
    Knowing we didn’t have much time, I spotted the aprons we never really used hanging on the wall. Racing over, I grabbed them both and threw one to Julian. We had just tied them around our waists when Andre walked in and stopped short. With his big brown eyes and even bigger high top fade, the twenty-two year old college senior appeared surprised and amused at the same time.
    “Hey…?” He said slowly, stretching the word out as he eyed us both. “Everything okay?”
    “Hi Andre,” I greeted him, hoping to cover up the sexual tension that lingered in the room with my chipper attitude. “Good to see you!”
    Julian followed my lead. “Thanks for picking up the food for us!”
    “No problem. Here’s your change.” He put the change and the receipt on the counter. Finding a candle-free corner, he put the food down. “I don’t know what I interrupted, but you two are making this awkward for me.”
    “What do you mean?” Amusement laced Julian’s words.
    I looked away from them both and held my breath to keep from laughing.
    “Well first, I called your name when I came in and you didn’t say anything. I know for a fact you can hear me in here. Second, let’s say you were really cooking. Let’s say I believed that. Julian, why do you have on an apron and no shirt? That has to be a health code violation!”
    My body shook from holding in the laugh that was burning my throat.
    Andre added. “Then you have on the wrong aprons.”
    I looked down and then looked at Julian. I hadn’t noticed my name emblazoned on the front of the apron he was wearing since we were rushing when we put them on. When Julian and I caught each other’s eye, we both snickered.
    Andre, always the comedian, continued. “And finally, you’re in the kitchen with your aprons on as if you’re