The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return (Cynthia and Ethan) novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248

Julian's POV

Tony’s hips snapped forward one final time, burying himself so deep I felt the blunt stretch echo through every nerve. A broken moan tore out of me as heat flooded inside — hot pulses that made my thighs shake and my toes curl against the sheets. He came with a low, guttural sound against the side of my neck, teeth grazing skin, hips grinding in slow, possessive circles like he was trying to fuse us together permanently.

I was still clenching around him when the first aftershocks hit him. His cock twitched hard inside me, spilling another weak spurt, and the sensation tipped me over again. My second orgasm was quieter but deeper, a rolling wave that started in my pelvis and radiated outward until even my fingertips tingled. I spilled untouched between our stomachs, smearing sticky heat across both of us as my body jerked in his arms.

He didn’t pull out.

Instead he stayed seated deep, softening only gradually while he mouthed wet, open kisses along my throat, my jaw, the sensitive spot just under my ear that always made me shiver. His tongue traced the shell of my ear, then dipped inside, while one big hand slid down to palm my ass, spreading me wider around his softening length like he wanted to keep every drop exactly where it was.

“Fuck, Jules,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Feel that? Still leaking into you. Gonna be dripping out of you for hours.”

I whimpered, hips twitching in a useless little after-fuck rhythm. The wet slide of him inside me was obscene, every tiny movement pushing more of his come deeper or letting it slip out to slick the crease of my thighs. I could feel it cooling where it leaked, sticky against my balls, the sheets beneath us.

Tony groaned at the sight, shifting just enough to look down between us. His fingers followed the mess—gathering the slick mix of lube and come that had escaped—before pushing it back inside me with two thick fingers alongside his cock. The stretch burned sweetly; I gasped, back arching off the mattress.

“Too much,” I panted, even as my body betrayed me, clenching greedily around the intrusion.

“Never too much,” he murmured, voice dark and tender at once. He crooked those fingers, rubbing slow, firm circles over my prostate while his thumb stroked the sensitive rim stretched tight around him.

I was. Shamefully, humiliatingly hard again, cock twitching against my stomach despite the exhaustion. Every press against that spot sent sparks up my spine, made my thighs tremble uncontrollably.

He kissed me then — slow, dirty, tongues sliding together while he kept up that lazy, torturous fingering. I tasted salt and sex on his lips, felt the vibration of his hum of satisfaction when I sucked on his tongue. His free hand found my nipple, rolling it gently between thumb and forefinger until it peaked, until I was whining into his mouth.

When he finally eased his fingers out, he replaced them with his cock again—half-hard now, sliding back in with a wet squelch that made heat flood my face. He didn’t thrust, just rocked gently, letting me feel every inch, letting the come already inside me get pushed around until I was trembling on the edge of something that wasn’t quite another orgasm but felt dangerously close.

“Tony…” My voice cracked.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, forehead pressed to mine. “Just let me stay here a little longer. Let me feel you.”

I nodded helplessly, legs wrapping tighter around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back. We stayed locked together like that, his cock softening fully inside me but neither of us willing to break the connection yet.

Later, I lay tangled in the sheets, my breathing still uneven, my body warm and relaxed in a way that only came after being with Tony.

The hotel room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing and the faint hum of the heater fighting against the winter cold outside.

Tony laid beside me, propped up on one elbow, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across my bare shoulder, a soft smile playing at his lips.

"You're thinking too loud," Tony murmured, his voice still rough from exertion.

I turned my head to look at him, my own smile tugging at the corners of my mouth despite the lingering anxiety that always seemed to hover at the edges of my consciousness.

"Sorry," I said quietly. "Just… processing."

"Processing what?" Tony asked, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my temple. "How incredibly good I am in bed?"

I laughed—a real, genuine laugh that felt like relief.

"Among other things," I admitted.

Tony's expression softened, his hand moving to cup my face.

"You told Kevin," he said quietly. "And he didn't reject you. He's supporting you. That's huge, Jules."

I nodded, my throat tightening slightly.

"I know," I said. "I just… I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, you know? For someone else to find out. For my mother to—"

"Hey," Tony interrupted gently. "One step at a time. You told Kevin. That was the hardest part. Everything else will come when you're ready."

I wanted to believe him.

Wanted to trust that things would be okay.

But the fear was still there.

Always there.

Lurking just beneath the surface.

Tony seemed to sense my spiraling thoughts because he shifted closer, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips.

"Stop thinking," he whispered against my mouth. "Just be here. With me. Right now."

I let myself sink into the warmth of his presence, the comfort of being with someone who knew me—really knew me—and didn't demand that I be anything other than who I was.

For a few precious moments, everything else faded away.

Then my phone rang.

"Kevin, what are you talking about?" I demanded, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. "What do you mean Cynthia's missing?"

"She went back to Ethan's room to get her phone," Kevin said rapidly. "She didn't come back. I went in to check on her and found the room destroyed. IV stand knocked over. Blood on the floor. And both of them are gone."

"Oh my God," I whispered.

"Nathaniel's on his way here," Kevin continued. "And I've called the police. But Jules—I need you here. I need everyone here. This is—this is bad."

My hands were shaking.

My entire body was shaking.

"I'm coming," I said immediately, already swinging my legs out of bed. "I'm leaving right now. Don't—don't do anything until I get there. Just—"

My voice broke.

"She's going to be okay, right?" I asked, hating how small and desperate I sounded. "Kevin, tell me she's going to be okay."

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

"I don't know," Kevin said quietly.

And that was somehow worse than anything else he could have said.

I ended the call, my hands trembling so badly I almost dropped the phone.

Tony was already out of bed, pulling on his clothes, his expression sharp and focused.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Cynthia's been taken," I said, my voice hollow. "Her and her husband, Ethan. Someone took them from the hospital."

Tony's face went pale.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered.

I stood on shaking legs and started grabbing my clothes, my mind racing.

This couldn't be happening.