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Ross chuckled. “I don’t know. Three, four hundred? And amazingly enough, your cooking never gets any better.” He stabbed another bite of charred ham, waving it in front of her face.
“Ha ha,” Julia answered. “You would think after so many dinners, you’d wise up and stop asking me to cook.”
“Why do you think I designated Thursdays as pizza night?” Ross asked smugly, then deftly dodged the piece of flying ham she flung at him in response.
He rose and grabbed her hand. “Come on. Let’s go sit by the fire.”
* * *
Before dinner, Ross had thrown on a pair of gray sweatpants and a faded navy blue T-shirt. Julia admired the way the pants hung low on his hips, yet she couldn’t erase the image of him earlier—shirtless as she knelt in front of his enormous erection. She’d never seen him in anything other than his jeans and a T-shirt on Thursdays, or the Hugo Boss designer suits he wore to the office.
Seeing his muscular, bare chest with honest-to-God washboard abs still had her libido doing somersaults.
How they were going to coexist in this cabin for who knew how long was beyond her. She hoped for her sake he would keep his clothes on and limit his dressing to the bathroom, lest she make a fool of herself by drooling.
She was also fairly certain the size of his penis was something she would see in her dreams for the rest of her life.
My God.
How could any woman take something that size inside her?
Just the thought of it sent shivers down her spine and she felt an unusual dampness seeping between her legs. So much for ignorance is bliss. Julia suspected this new knowledge of Ross’s generous bounty was only going to cause her even more sleepless nights fantasizing about something that could never be.
Julia started for one of the soft chairs in front of the fireplace, but Ross intercepted and pulled her down with him to sit on the soft bearskin rug. As night fell, the cabin suddenly seemed very romantic.
Attempting to distance herself from the fact she was sitting so close to her hunky best friend, Julia forced her mind to other subjects. Perhaps a cabin like this could be the setting for her new book. An isolated cottage deep in the mountains during a terrible blizzard. It definitely had potential.
Even now, as she and Ross were enveloped in cozy warmth with only the fire to light the room, Julia could easily envision the characters from her erotic novel in just such a place.
“So,” Ross said, lying on his side with his head propped on his elbow. Even in such an unassuming pose, Julia couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by his presence beside her.
“How’s the book coming?” he asked, as if reading her mind.
“I’ve only been here a day, Ross. I’ve barely had time to unpack, let alone start writing.”
“Even so,” he continued, “I know you, Jules. You’ve probably been obsessing over the plotline for days. What’s it going to be about?”
Julia blushed as she considered his words. Truth be told, she had been imagining the story every night in bed since she’d read the erotica books he’d loaned her—with him cast in the role of the leading man and her as the heroine. She’d even gone so far as to order a vibrator online, although she hadn’t worked up the nerve to actually use it yet.
“Well?” he persisted.
“Ross, you know I hate it when you pressure me about a storyline. Truthfully, I haven’t decided what to write about yet. I’m tossing around a couple of angles.”
“Really,” Ross said, not the least bit put off. “What angles? Maybe I can help you decide.”
“Well,” she began, startled by his persistence. Ross never pushed for storylines. He always trusted her to script a plot completely before she asked him to help her tweak it. “I…was thinking about trying one of those…you know.” She waved her hand in midair, too mortified to tell him where her fantasy world had taken her.
“No,” he said, imitating her vague hand gesture with a grin, “I don’t know.”
Biting her lower lip, Julia scowled at him. “Ross,” she began to protest.
“Domination?” he asked. “Or maybe a kidnapping story where the woman is sold as a sex slave into a harem?”
Afraid Ross might discover how close to the truth he was coming, Julia turned her head to hide the damned blush burning her cheeks.
In her fantasy, she was his sex slave. She belonged totally to him, doing anything and everything he asked of her. Thanks to the erotica books he’d loaned her, she now had a wide array of sexual fantasies about him, far beyond the usual missionary position one she’d indulged in for years.
Her favorite one involved him tying her up and forcing her to have multiple orgasms. A purely ridiculous fantasy considering the fact she’d never had a single orgasm and didn’t know the first thing about how to have one, let alone several.
