Her skin touched his clothes.
The decorations on his clothes pressed against her body and left marks, but Bridget had no time to feel it.
Julian searched her mouth for a while, then picked her up, lifted her up, and left the bathroom.
He laid her dripping body on the bed and the sheets got wet.
Neither of them cared.
Bridget's body, soaking in warm water, felt pleasantly hot.
Julian kissed her lips again.
This time it was a short kiss.
He lowered his head and kissed her, cheek and neck, then teased the protruding part of her collarbone with his tongue before putting his lips to it and sucking it.
Bridget has been on his mind all day since their last kiss.
His head was still in disarray and nothing was organized, but his body steadily desired her.
The excuse that he came running to her in a state of anxiety because she had been to see her husband was just an excuse.
"Ugh...!"
Bridget flinched.
She licked her lips as she felt his weight pressing against her body.
He caressed her. His touch felt good.
Bridget covered her face with her arms as Julian looked down at her.
Compared to her who was wearing nothing, he was wearing an outer garment and even a tie.
'It's unfair.'
He looked at Bridget's body with a leisurely gaze as if he were looking at a delicious dessert, and his face showed satisfaction.
Everywhere his gaze fell seemed to burn.
Her back felt hot and steamy.
As Bridget hid her face behind the back of her hand Julian lifted her wrist above her head.
"Julian...!"
Bridget turned her head away with a sad look on her face.
He grabbed her cheek and forced her to look at him.
"Now, it looks good."
A face this messy and ruined was one you would never see anywhere else but on a bed.
Bridget was usually neat and expressionless.
A blank face, or a smile. Sometimes, when she was really happy, she would show her teeth and smile brightly, but that was rare.
So the face right now was very provocative.
'I'm going to go back.'
"When you said you would be a buffoon who puts on airs for me, did that include things like this?"
Here, if she didn't say 'stop', the desire to cross the line was overwhelming.
Julian held back for a while.
His face, hardened from gritting his teeth and enduring the struggle, looked expressionless.
Bridget looked up at him.
"Anything."
She spoke softly but clearly.
"Whatever you want."
"You had that in mind."
"Since I decided to be by your side as a government and not a subject, yes. That's right."
A satisfied smile spread across Julian's expressionless face for a split second.
"So you're saying you had lewd fantasies about me?"
Bridget pursed her lips but avoided eye contact and remained silent.
She meant it when she said he could do it whenever he wanted.
She wanted him too.
Since a long time ago.
Julian loosened his tie leisurely.
When Bridget, who found it difficult to bear his gaze with her bare body, tried to help him unbutton his vest, he made her raise her hands above her head.
"Wait. That's obscene."
While he was acting like a lecher, Julian deliberately teased her even more.
It was because he enjoyed seeing her flinch at his words while trying to keep a calm expression as if nothing had happened.
Julian took off his vest and continued kissing her.
He ran his hand up her sunken waist and grabbed her breast.
He finally lost the patience he had been holding on to as he watched her trembling movements.
"Let go."
He took Bridget's hands and helped her unbutton her shirt, then filled his mouth with her plump flesh.
“Ah!”
Bridget couldn't concentrate on the button.
As she kept missing and wandering around, Julian frustrated, grabbed his shirt and pulled it to the sides with force.
Thud, thud.
The button fell off, unable to withstand his strength.
His bare shoulders and solid chest were revealed.
Bridget gulped as she looked at his exposed body.
It was breathtaking.
***
It was a hot, breathless, and long night.
The bedroom air was hot with the heat radiating from the two people engulfed in passion.
I suddenly woke up.
The sun had already risen, and sunlight was streaming in through the gaps in the curtains covering the window.
I was surprised.
'When did I fall asleep?'
I was clearly moaning uncontrollably while being held by Julian.
Still in a daze, unable to fully fall asleep, I wondered if the events of the previous night had been a dream.
If it was a dream, it was a surprisingly vivid and regrettable dream.
I turned around in confusion.
"Uh."
I made eye contact with Julian.
He was lying face down, hugging a pillow, resting his chin on it, looking at me.
It wasn't a dream.
I woke up with a thud.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I met his languid gaze, and my face instantly heated up.
"Julian."
"Sleep more, why?"
He reached behind my waist from under the covers and pulled me close.
The feel and warmth of his skin against my bare skin made me realize he wasn't even wearing pajamas.
A few scenes from last night flashed through my mind.
I remember crying and hanging on his neck.
When I recall the feeling at that time, I feel out of breath...
I spoke awkwardly, my thoughts scattering in embarrassment.
"I guess I fell asleep."
"That's right."
Julian answered, burying his face in the hollow between my neck and shoulder.
His low voice touched my shoulder.
Our legs were entangled and I could feel his hard muscles between my thighs.
I asked, conscious of his arms and legs wrapping around me.
"What happened?"
"You sobbed and shouted, 'No, stop, please!' three times in a row before finally saying 'Oh, yes, I think I'm going to die!' and falling over."
My lips parted more and more at that explicit description.
I wanted to shut Julian's mouth along the way, but I didn't dare to do so and just shut my own mouth.
The sight of me hearing it from his own mouth was utterly obscene.
'I asked for nothing. That's what I was going to do.'
I quickly changed the subject.
"Mileah will be here soon. She has something to do in the morning..."
"She just got back."
"She went back? When?"
"When she knocked, I told her to come in, but when she saw us lying together, she turned around."
"Did you let Millea in?"
My mouth opened slightly in shame.
I lightly tapped Julian on the shoulder.
"You should have stopped it!"
"If I do it, what will change?"
"Then at least..."
I was speechless.
Anyway, the situation was already over since Julian answered in my room instead of me at this time.
I buried my head in the pillow as I looked at Julian's satisfied face, which was unusually bright today.
Julian chuckled and pulled the rope, looking at me who couldn't say anything.
Soon Anna knocked and came in with her eyes lowered politely.
She asked, trying not to be conscious of the stuffy air that filled the bedroom.
"How may I help you?"
"Prepare the bath water."
"Yes."
Anna politely entered the bathroom, keeping her gaze directed to the floor, trying not to take in the two people's bodies.
Her cheeks were flushed.
I looked at her watch and calculated the time.
I thought that if I prepared quickly, there wouldn't be any problems with the schedule.
Soon Anna came out of the bathroom, and Julian ordered her to stay out.
Then he lifted me up and hugged me.
"I will walk."
I flailed around, embarrassed at being carried by him even though I wasn't hurt.
But when I straightened up, I felt something inside me being pushed out.
Julian said as he watched me flinch.
"Stay still."
I suddenly became quiet and surrendered myself to Julian.
Julian carried me into the bathroom.
The door closed behind him.
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