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“Who?”
“I think you know.”
Chapter Five
Julian
A trace of a smile crosses my face. “I have no idea who you would be thinking about.”
She sits down on her stool and tips her glass at me. “If you were out on a date tonight...” She rearranges herself and pulls her dress down. “Who would you be thinking about?”
I raise my eyebrows. Where is she going with this? “I would be thinking about the person I was on a date with.”
She narrows her eyes, questioning me. “Really?”
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sp; I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling. “And why are you surprised that I give my full attention to my dates?”
She rests her hand under her chin and smiles up at me playfully. "I don't know," she breathes dreamily. "I just am." Our eyes linger on each other's just a little too long. She's soft, beautiful and playful, and I know if I stay here I'm going to do something that I'll regret later. Something that entails her being naked and bent over the kitchen counter, while I fuck her hard from behind. I would hitch her right leg up to rest on the counter to give me better access.
I get a vision of her bent over, naked and wet.
Open… wide open.
Her big beautiful tits would be free for me to look at.
She hasn’t had sex for twelve months. Imagine how tight she is.
Cut. It. The. Fuck. Out!
I shake my head and clear my throat, disgusted where my thoughts are going. “Miss Brielle.” I stand abruptly, hoping that she doesn’t see the tent in the front of my shorts. “I’m going to bed.”
She jumps up and grabs my hand. “Come on, let’s dance. The night is young.”
"Go to bed!" I demand.
“Oh… but I’ll fall down the stairs and break my leg.” She pulls a whiney face. “I’m too tired to walk all that way. Can’t I sleep here on this stool?”
“No. You cannot.”
I grab her hand. “In bed, now, please.” I lead her through the house and down the hall to her bedroom. My heart begins to beat faster and faster with every step closer to her door.
“Julian,” she purrs playfully from behind me.
“Mr. Masters to you,” I snap. This is way too familiar for my liking.
Her hand is small and deliciously soft, just how I imagine her body to be.
For fuck’s sake, rein it in.
“Mr. Masters,” she repeats in a gruff voice, mimicking me.
I open her bedroom door and am greeted with her scent. Sweet smelling perfume fills my nostrils, and I start to hear my heartbeat pump in my ears as my arousal begins to take over.
Get out of here.
Get out of here now!
