Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 193

Chapter 192 Public Confession Goes Viral

Right there on stage, she had answered point–blank that she and Julius were officially dating.

Harlan must have seen those videos.

“Yes, it’s true,” Quinn admitted without hesitation.

Silence hung on the other end of the line.

“Harlan?” Quinn finally coaxed.

“Quinnie, I-” Harlan had only managed the first word when Quinn suddenly drew a sharp breath.

Julius had dipped his head and pressed a swift kiss to the soft curve of her earlobe.

His warm lips and the gentle rush of his breath against her neck sent a tickling heat racing through her ear.

“Quinn…” Julius’s voice, low and rough, rumbled in her ear. “How long are you going to keep talking on the phone? It’s bedtime.”

“Quinnie, is Julius right there with you?” Harlan sounded as though he were grinding his teeth.

“Yes, he’s right here. What were you about to say?” Quinn asked.

“You and he…” Harlan paused, then snapped, “Forget it!”

He hung up. Quinn stared at the darkened screen.

“What are you thinking about?” Julius murmured. He slipped the phone from her hand, set it on the coffee table, and with an unmistakably predatory grace boxed her in between the couch cushions and his own body.

“Nothing,” she muttered. “I was on the phone with Harlan when you randomly kissed my ear and said that. He probably heard everything–totally mortifying.”

“Do you hate when I do this?” He bent again, brushing soft, deliberate kisses over the shell of her ear.

That feathery, tingling sensation exploded along her nerves. Cheeks warming, Quinn tried to push him away, but her shove only encouraged Julius to roll to the opposite end of the couch, one arm still looping her waist.

Suddenly, she was sprawled across his chest, breath mingling with his.

“Do you hate it?” His obsidian eyes locked on hers.

She felt the arm at her waist go taut, as though he were bracing himself for her verdict.

“What if I said I did?” she teased, a tiny revenge for his mischief during her call.

To her surprise, those dark eyes dimmed; his long lashes trembled, and he murmured with a trace of self- mockery, “If you hate it, I won’t do it again.”

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