"That language is—"
"Accurate."
Her thighs tightened on either side of him. The embarrassment was intense enough to make her eyes shine, yet beneath it her breathing had gone shallow with arousal.
The very fact that this all worked had become erotic.
She had not only agreed. She had made the fantasy physically true.
Julian guided one of her hands downward.
Olivia resisted for half a second, then allowed it. Her palm touched the hardness of him through his clothes, and a soft, broken sound left her throat at the proof of how affected he was.
Julian's fingers closed gently around her wrist, not forcing, only completing the arrangement he had named earlier.
"As we said," he murmured. "You feed me. And while you do, you pleasure me."
Olivia's shame peaked hard enough that her shoulders trembled. Still, her fingers moved, clumsy at first, then more certain as she freed him enough to wrap her hand around his cock.
