Regardless of how aggressively the two of them had been playing for the past hour, and despite the fact that Julian Sterling was typically quite uninhibited and adventurous when he climbed into bed, there was a limit to his shamelessness. That wanton appearance was something usually reserved solely for Ethan Caldwell's eyes. Even Julian himself had never truly witnessed what he looked like when he was this thoroughly ravished, this utterly undone by pleasure.
The moment his gaze locked onto the reflection in the mirror, Julian felt a scorching heat rush upwards, flooding his face with color. He was so consumed by mortification that he wished the ground would simply crack open and swallow him whole to spare him this humiliation.
What stared back at him from the glass was a tableau of absolute depravity.
