Chapter 248: Chapter 248- Taste

A slow, intrigued smile spread across Julian’s face. The proposition was undeniably playful, intimate, and perfectly suited to Emma’s charmingly mischievous nature.

He looked at Zoe, whose expression remained unreadable, though a faint, almost imperceptible spark of curiosity seemed to flicker in her deep blue eyes.

"Well?" Julian asked her, his voice a low, warm rumble. "What do you think, Doctor? Is the patient’s prescription... a game of candy kisses?"

Zoe held his gaze for a moment, then her eyes shifted to the brightly wrapped candy in Emma’s hand. She gave a single, slow nod, her lips parting slightly. "Medically unorthodox," she stated in her flat tone. "But... I will observe the effects."

Emma squealed with delight. "Yes! Okay, here we go!" She popped a single, red, berry-shaped candy into her mouth, her cheek bulging adorably. She then grabbed Julian’s collar and pulled him into a sweet, candy-filled kiss.

The taste was immediately explosive a burst of synthetic strawberry that mingled with Emma’s unique sweetness. Julian could feel the hard candy clicking against his teeth before her nimble tongue pushed it into his mouth. The transfer was quick, playful, and left him with the dissolving treasure.

As Emma pulled back, licking her lips, Julian turned to Zoe. Her expression was still serene, but her gaze was fixed on his mouth.

He leaned in, and she met him halfway. The kiss was more deliberate, slower. There was no initial taste of candy on her lips, only a clean, cool neutrality.

Then, his tongue found the candy and gently passed it to her. Zoe’s acceptance was precise, her tongue briefly tangling with his as she retrieved the sweet, a soft, thoughtful hum vibrating in her throat.

The game continued in a slow, sensual rotation. Emma’s turns were energetic and giggly, full of little nips and licks. Zoe’s were clinical yet deeply sensual, as if she were analyzing every texture and flavor with intense focus.

Julian was the constant, the conduit between their two contrasting energies, the candy growing smaller and smoother with each pass, its sweet syrup coating their mouths and intertwining their breaths.

The room filled with the soft, wet sounds of their kisses and the faint, fruity aroma of the dissolving candy.

The poker game was completely forgotten, replaced by a far more intoxicating and intimate contest of shared pleasure, a sweet, sticky thread weaving the three of them tightly together in the warm, quiet room.

The candy was now just a tiny, smooth sliver, a mere whisper of sweetness on the tongue. The game had long since transcended its simple rules, becoming something far more primal. The air in the room was thick with the scent of sugar, skin, and building desire.

When the fragment of candy found its way back to Julian, he didn’t immediately pass it on. Instead, he held it on his tongue, capturing Emma’s lips in a deep, searching kiss.

This time, it wasn’t about the transfer. It was about the taste of her, the strawberry merging with her own unique flavor, the soft gasp she made as he explored her mouth with a languid, possessive thoroughness.

His hand, which had been resting on her knee, slid up the sheer fabric of her nurse’s outfit, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Emma melted into the kiss, a soft, continuous moan humming in her throat as her fingers tangled in his hair.

When he finally broke the kiss, a silvery strand of sugary saliva connecting their lips, Emma was left breathless and dazed.

Julian then turned to Zoe, his movements slow and deliberate. Her blue eyes were no longer just observant, they were dark pools of simmering want. He didn’t need to pull her in.

She leaned forward, meeting him in a kiss that was starkly different from Emma’s. It was a slow, deliberate confluence. He shared the last vestiges of the candy, his tongue sliding against hers in a silent, profound dialogue.

As the final trace of sweetness dissolved between them, the pretense of the game vanished entirely.

Julian’s free hand came up to cup Zoe’s cheek, his thumb stroking her jawline. She responded by placing her hand over his, her cool fingers intertwining with his, her usual clinical detachment burning away under the heat of the moment.

Her other hand found its way to his chest, feeling the rapid, powerful beat of his heart beneath her palm.

Pulling back from Zoe, Julian’s gaze swept over both women—Emma, flushed and pliant, her golden eyes heavy-lidded; Zoe, her composure cracked, her breath coming in soft, audible pants. The tiny candy was gone, but the addiction to the sensation it had created remained.

"Now," Julian murmured, his voice a husky vibration that seemed to stroke the very air in the room. "Where were we before we were so... sweetly interrupted?"

His hands found the sash of Emma’s nurse uniform, his fingers toying with the tie. At the same time, he leaned in to nuzzle the sensitive spot just below Zoe’s ear, eliciting a sharp, involuntary intake of breath from the normally unflappable doctor.

The pretense of the game had dissolved, leaving in its wake a raw, palpable hunger that filled the quiet room.

Julian’s question hung in the air, not needing an answer, as his hands began to speak a more primal language.

His fingers, which had been toying with the sash of Emma’s nurse uniform, slowly, deliberately, began to untie it. The fabric loosened, and he peeled the crisp white outfit from her shoulders, revealing the smooth, freckled skin beneath.

A soft gasp escaped Emma’s lips, but it was one of anticipation, her golden eyes dark with desire as she watched his every move. She leaned into his touch, her own small hands coming up to unbutton his shirt, her fingers trembling slightly with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

At the same time, Julian turned his head back to Zoe. His nuzzle below her ear became a series of open-mouthed kisses along the elegant column of her neck.

The sharp, clinical scent of her doctor’s coat was now mingled with the warm, feminine fragrance of her skin. Zoe, who usually held herself with such rigid control, let her head fall back, a low, throaty sigh escaping her parted lips.

Her hands, which had been resting passively, now came to life. One hand tangled in his hair, holding him to her neck, while the other worked to shrug off her own white coat, letting it fall silently to the floor.

Now, with barriers falling away, the intimacy deepened. Julian guided Emma down onto the plush cushions, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that was all heat and promise.

As he kissed her, he felt Zoe’s hands on his back, her touch surprisingly confident as she traced the lines of his muscles, her cool fingers a stark, thrilling contrast to the heat building between them.

Breaking the kiss with Emma, Julian turned to find Zoe’s lips waiting for him. This kiss was different—a slow, deep, exploratory dance. It was less about frantic passion and more about a profound, consuming connection.

Emma, not to be left out, pressed herself against Julian’s side, her lips and tongue tracing a burning path along his shoulder and up his neck, her small, eager hands roaming over his chest.

They were a tangle of limbs and whispered names, a symphony of escalating breaths and soft, pleasure-filled moans.

Julian’s hands moved over them with equal reverence and hunger, cupping the gentle swell of Emma’s breast, feeling her heart hammer against his palm, then sliding down to grip Zoe’s silk-clad hip, pulling her closer until he could feel the heat of her core through the fabric.

"Julian..." Emma breathed against his skin, her voice a ragged whisper. "I want... I want to feel all of you."

Zoe, her composure utterly shattered, her blue eyes glazed with lust, simply nodded in silent, fervent agreement, her fingers fumbling with the buckle of his belt.