The Summer Reunion
The humidity of the August afternoon clung to everything, making the air thick and heavy. When Julian arrived at my door, I felt a jolt of electricity that I hadn’t experienced in years. He had grown into a stunning man—broad-shouldered, golden-skinned, and possessing a confidence that radiated from him in waves.
I invited him in under the guise of catching up. As we settled onto the sofa, the heat of the room prompted him to strip down to just his boxers. I found myself unable to focus on the conversation, my eyes drifting to the lean muscle of his thighs and the impressive bulge straining against the fabric. I felt a familiar, hungry longing stir within me.
“You’re not even paying attention,” Julian teased, his voice a low rumble. He leaned in closer, the scent of salt and sandalwood enveloping me. The tension between us snapped as he reached out, his hand sliding firmly up my thigh, claiming me with a possessive grip that left me breathless.