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Her gaze traveled downward, to the place where they were joined, and she let out a soft cry. She could see her own flesh, glistening pink, drenched with arousal as she eagerly accepted his invasion. She watched his thick cock slide nearly all the way out, then disappear inside of her, and her body clenched around him. At that moment, she looked up, and saw Chris watching her watch them with a satisfied gleam in his eyes. Bracing his feet against the mattress, he ground himself against her. Julie arched her back and cried out as she felt him go impossibly deeper. Her orgasm hit her with such force she lost her breath, her body clenching helplessly around him.

Her hands on his shoulders supported her as she continued to move, up and down, drawing out the thick waves of her climax while driving him to his own. Within seconds he gave a shout, coming so hard Julie could feel every pulse and jerk of him inside of her.

“Goddamn, woman, you can boss me around anytime you want,” Chris rumbled when he could finally speak again.

She loved the way he made her feel so safe, confident that she could try anything with him, sexually, and not worry about feeling embarrassed or inhibited. She could completely let herself go.

“Good. Because I think I like it.” To her own amazement, she did. “Maybe it’s all my years of letting everyone else control my life,” she mused.

“Maybe,” he said around a yawn as she snuggled against his chest. He was silent for several moments, and she was just about to doze off.

“Uh, Jules,” he whispered.

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“Hmm?”

“Mind untying me?”

I’ll leave after she goes to sleep,
Chris thought later as he lay in bed with Julie’s head pillowed on his shoulder. It was still early, but her breath was already slowing and deepening. Chris knew his smile bore a self-satisfied edge. She’d exhausted herself.

His own eyelids grew heavy. He fought the urge to fall asleep. He needed to go home. Wanted to go home, in fact. He didn’t like staying over with a woman. He needed his space, his privacy. Plus he never slept well with a woman in his bed. And with all the work he had with the wedding coming up, he really needed his sleep…

Julie snuggled closer to the hard, hairy chest at her back. She cracked open an eye at the gray morning light filtering through the blinds on the French doors. It was still early, not quite dawn. She smiled. Chris didn’t have to be up for hours yet. She had plenty of time to savor the feel of him in her bed.

As if he read her thoughts, his muscled forearm tightened around her waist. She felt a taut, hair-roughened thigh slip between hers as he snuggled her hips more firmly into his pelvis.

She felt an immediate rush of heat at the feel of his erection throbbing against the cushion of her buttocks. She gently rubbed herself against him, gratified when he responded with a low, rumbling groan.

She caught her bottom lip in her teeth to stifle a moan as his fingers plucked and pinched at her nipples while he rained hot, openmouthed kisses on her shoulder and neck. Amazing. One touch, one kiss, and already she was wet. She had never imagined that she was in possession of such an active libido.

She shifted to turn in his arms, but he tightened his arm around her, keeping her facing away.

“I want you like this,” he whispered hotly against her neck, lifting her leg up and over his thigh. Julie could feel him, hard and probing at the entrance of her body. “This way I can touch you.” He put his words into action, sliding his fingers between her legs, stroking her eager flesh. “I love feeling how much you want me,” he said, reaching for a condom.

The sound of the packet ripping sent a shiver down her spine, and she tensed in anticipation as she felt his hand brush against her buttocks as he sheathed himself. Then he was sliding inside, slowly stretching her body as his fingers seemed to be everywhere, pinching her nipples, rubbing between her legs until she felt like she would explode. And he hadn’t even moved.

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“You make me so hard,” he said, his voice a harsh whisper in her ear. “Can’t believe how good it feels to fuck you.”

His words, and the accompanying rock of his hips against her, sent a burst of heat to her core.

“Oh, my God, you feel so good,” she moaned. Julie arched her back, pressing against his hand in front of her and his hips behind her, loving the way the position caused her to feel pressure and friction in new and interesting ways.

It didn’t take long before she was panting and shuddering against him, her body squeezing and pulsing around him in release.

But he wasn’t finished with her. Unlike last night, now he was in charge, and he would have
his
way.

And Julie was more than willing to let him.

Rolling her onto her belly, he leaned back, pulling her up until she was on her knees. She fisted her hands in the sheets, moaning.

“You like being a bad girl, don’t you?” he said, emphasizing his question with a hard thrust of his hips.

“Yes,” she gasped, barely coherent as she rocked back to meet him.

His palm came down across her buttocks in a slap, startling a moan from her as her sex throbbed and clenched around him. “You like that, don’t you? You like me to spank you like a bad girl.” He smacked her again, the slight sting sending bolts of lightning to her nipples and between her legs. She couldn’t answer, but couldn’t stop herself from twitching her behind, trying to entice him into delivering more delicious smacks.

“Come with me, Julie,” he commanded, alternating light smacks with deep, hard thrusts as he pumped inside of her. “I want you to come again.”

She could hear the sound of his harsh breathing, the incredibly arousing sound of his palm hitting her ass. He pushed her harder, higher, until she teetered on the edge of pleasure so fierce she was afraid it would consume her. She clenched tight around him, moaned as he seemed to grow impossibly bigger, impossibly harder inside of her.

“Oh, God.”

The force of her orgasm hit her like a physical blow. Wave after wave of ecstasy sizzled through her, racing across every nerve ending, starting at the top of her head, all the way down to the tips of her toes PrivateParty

and fingers. She collapsed onto the pillow, weak, limp in his grasp. Vaguely she felt him shudder against her, heard the deep groan that ripped from his chest.

He collapsed against her back, then rolled to his side with her cuddled snugly against him.

Once the sexual bliss faded, Julie felt a vague sense of unease. Every time he touched her, every time they had sex, she felt like she was losing another part of herself to him. Back in college, she’d been half in love with him. Now she was afraid she’d fallen the rest of the way.

She was realistic and knew better than to let him in on her horrifying realization. Even if he were interested in more than a fling, he’d spent the last several years separating himself from his family and the D&D business. Getting tangled up in that mess was no doubt the last thing he wanted to do. And she was honest enough with herself to realize that part of the attraction to her was the novelty, to see what it was like to turn the perfect little princess into a bad girl.

A hot flush suffused her body as she remembered just how bad she’d been in the last twenty-four hours.

But it wasn’t just the sex. Spending time with him these last few days had made her remember all the reasons why she used to love spending time with him. Why he’d made such a great friend. He was funny and smart. He didn’t judge her when she wanted to watch silly movies or brainless television. He never made her feel like she had to maintain some unattainable level of perfection. Being with him reminded her of how much she’d missed him when he left. A keen ache pierced her chest. This time when she left, she would miss him even more.

In just four days she would go back to San Francisco, while Chris would probably waste no time in filling any void Julie left in his bed. For all she knew, they might not even speak to each other ever again.

The thought was beyond depressing.

She seriously doubted he would be into any kind of a long distance relationship.

“Chris?”

“Yeah, Buttercup?”

Julie felt a reluctant smile tug at her lips at his use of the nickname. “Promise me something?” Her stomach sank when she heard his hesitation. Thank God she wasn’t going to ask him to promise to love her forever. She would have been
really
disappointed.

“What is it?” he asked, his hand flexing nervously against her belly.

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She turned so she could face him, and brought her hand up to caress his stubbled cheek.

“Just promise that after this is over, you won’t completely disappear again.” He smiled, and the relief in that gesture almost broke her heart.

“That’s an easy one,” he said. “Until I saw you again, I didn’t realize I’d missed you these past few years. I’m not going to disappear.”

It was so much more than what he usually offered to his lovers, she knew, and so much less than what she so foolishly wanted. But it would have to do.

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11

J
ulie’s words still rang in Chris’s head two days later as he tried to concentrate on preparations for the wedding that was happening in exactly one week.
Promise me you won’t disappear.
Jesus. She was the one leaving, in two days in fact. He should be relieved. He’d been having a hell of a time concentrating, and with her gone, maybe he could finally focus on the wedding from hell.

But he was sorely tempted to pack himself in her Louis Vuitton duffel bag and follow her back to San Francisco.

And earlier that morning, in bed, he’d been even more tempted to ask her to stay, so they could find out what was happening between them. But he knew her family—duty called. He could see it in the frown that puckered her brow as she stared off his balcony. With her vacation nearing its end, real life, and all its worries, was sinking its claws into Julie, pulling her away, back to her family and the world that didn’t have room for him.

It didn’t matter anyway, he reminded himself fiercely. It wasn’t like he was ready for a settling-down, rest-of-his-life kind of relationship, even with Julie.

So why was it that he craved her presence like nothing else? At first he’d tried to chalk it up to the fulfillment of a fantasy. After all, he’d been lusting after her for nearly a decade. A little indulgence was to be expected.

But it had been four days now. Four of the most amazing days of his shallow, emotionally bankrupt life, and he was starting to wonder what his existence would have to offer once she was gone.

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He shook his head, trying to clear it of such ridiculous thoughts. He was sex drugged. That was all. The sex with Julie was just so much better than it had been in such a long time—okay, ever—with anyone that he was overcome by the novelty of it all. What if she did stay here with him? The sheen would wear off and eventually he wouldn’t find himself obsessing about her thick blond curls and how they felt brushing against his thighs as she bent her head to—

“Earth to Chris!”

The crumpled ball of paper hit him square in his partially open mouth.

“You need to call the liquor supplier again,” Carla said, waving an invoice in his face. “The price he quoted for the champagne is less than what he’s billing us.” He shook his head in an attempt to clear it of any visions of Julie and her perfect, pink mouth.

“Sorry. I’m just a little distracted.”

Carla rolled her eyes.

“That’s because all of your blood is in your little head.” Chris grinned sheepishly but didn’t argue. Carla was right, and this was getting to be a real problem. In the last four days, Chris had made a mistake on the catering order, messed up the bride’s family’s reservation so that the eight of them were scheduled to stay in a two-room villa instead of one of the mansions, and had accidentally copied the bride on an e-mail to Carla where he had called the bride a spoiled, tight-fisted wench.

Thank God Carla was able to clean up after him. Even so, if the wedding weren’t a week away, Chris had no doubt the bride would be switching venues.

“This isn’t like you,” Carla said for the hundredth time this week. “You’re usually so focused. I’ve never seen you so stupid over a woman.”

Chris winced and focused on the invoices on his desk. This was exactly why he should be glad Julie was leaving in the morning. He was completely distracted at a time when he absolutely couldn’t afford it.

This wedding could either be a PR godsend or a disaster, and they were so short staffed both he and Carla needed to be one hundred percent focused on getting the event over and done with without a hitch.

Yet he’d spent the morning fighting the urge to blow off work and find Julie and drag her back to his place. He swallowed his resentment, that he had to waste one moment of her remaining days on the island at work, and focused on what Carla was saying.

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“I didn’t want to say anything,” Carla continued, “because you actually seem happy, but I need you here, Chris. I can’t pull this thing off by myself, and you know it.”

“Right, I know. As of right now, I’m back, one hundred percent. Julie will—”

“I’ll what?”

Chris felt his brain turn to mush as the cause of his distraction appeared in the doorway of the office. She looked delectable in her breezy floral-print sundress held up by fragile spaghetti straps. She wore impractical high-heeled flip-flops and his gaze caught the silvery glint of the ring encircling the pink polished middle toe of her right foot.

Chris felt an uncomfortable tightening in his groin as he remembered sucking on that toe just this morning, her foot propped on his shoulder as his cock burrowed into her pussy. Nice and slow, inch by inch, just the way she liked it…

“I’ll what?” Julie repeated.

Chris glanced quickly at Carla, who wore a stern, expectant expression. Work. Right. Focus. Right.

“You’ll understand that I have to cancel lunch so I can iron out some details about this wedding we’re doing.”

“The actress, right?” Julie asked, walking over to Chris’s desk to peer over his shoulder.