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“I know,” she said. “My muscles are screaming at me but I’m shutting the little buggers down.”
“Stupid muscles.”
He leaned his body over hers and slipped his hand between her legs to dispense paradise from his fingers. His face was a canvas of smooth planes and astonishing angles, his dark beauty focused on her for this one moment. On this one perfect night, she was the center of his world and tomorrow could go to hell.
“Any chance you might have some condoms lying around, you hussy? I used up the three I brought.”
“Sorry. Despite what my brother thinks, I wasn’t planning to open a brothel as soon as I got the new drapes up.” She arched into his hand, ensuring more friction. “We’ll have to improvise.”
“Shower caps? Sandwich bags? Ziplocs? They’d have to be the gallon size.”
“I’m sure snack size would fit just fine.” She took him in her hand, palming the impressive measurements that didn’t need her verbal approval. Both heads—big and little— were already far too large.
“You sure know how to wound a guy.” He pulled her astride him as if she were a rag doll. “I’m going to have to punish you.”
His thumbs parted her like he was breaking apart orange segments. Soft strokes pulled on every sensitive nerve, holding off on touching her core.
“What does this punishment involve?”
“Taking you slow. Doing you right. Pushing you to the edge and pulling you back until you’re begging me to finish you. I’m going to ruin you for your vibrator, Jules Kilroy.”
“I’d like to see you try,” she moaned, already gone.
The shadows couldn’t hide the light in his eyes. Challenge taken. “Take a swivel, honey. Let’s be efficient and take care of each other.”
And they did. For the next hour, he continued in his mission to furrow soul-deep ruts in her body and mind. Every motion, murmur, suck, and kiss spiraled her desire higher until she broke open over and over again.
Ruined, just as he promised.
Twenty-Four
The buzz created its own world. Men in uniforms, hands resting casually on the gunsat their hips, caressing them like lovers. The buzz up ahead in the corridor, like a fly in atrap. Buzz to let him pass from the bowels of the dank, institutional building into the grayhallway with peeling paint. Buzz again as he climbed higher to the interview rooms of theCPD Seventh District. The door opened and—
He jerked awake.
Full consciousness crept up on him slowly. The dream was always more vivid at this time of year, as if his Circadian rhythms could tell cherry blossoms were on the branches and the girls would start wearing short skirts any day now. More likely, his conscience was on a timer and the ticking to zero hour was running the show. He had thought that after what happened last night, the dream might stay hidden in a dark corner of his mind. A mind-blowing lay can do a lot of things but apparently it can’t perform miracles.
He flicked a glance to his left at the clock that read 6:15 a.m. Flicked another glance to the right and frowned. He added a testing hand to find warm, sex-ruffled bed sheets, but no warm, sex-ruffled woman.
Damn.
Off in the direction of the kitchen, the soft clinks of crockery meshed with a bass line beat from the radio, announcing the start of the day in Chicago. Before he’d moved to Hyde Park during his freshman year, those domestic sounds had eased him into the morning. Vivi liked to make her presence known downstairs, creating as much noise as possible because she knew it annoyed the fuck out of him.
Oh, did I wake you, Taddeo? Well, you’re up now. Come make the coffee.
For the first time in forever, that memory didn’t split his heart into icy shards. He stretched and crossed his arms behind his neck, thinking about the new memories he had created a few hours ago. God, he felt good. His body was sore, understandable given how long it had been since he’d had sex, or sex that strenuous. Hot, dirty, no-holds-barred sex. The complete opposite to how a casual friends-with-benefits scenario was supposed to play out. No, this wasn’t how he had imagined sex with his sweet, girl-next-door friend.
It was a million times better. With Jules.
He whispered the secret words, barely loud enough to take up a puff of air in the room. “With Jules.” Sounded good. Sounded better than good.
They had fit so well together, not that he’d had any real doubts, but sometimes you build something up in your head and the reality cheats the fantasy. Not here, though. The reality was infinity times better.
She wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted, either, and he liked to think she had built up a few ideas in her head as well. A highlight reel of what they had done last night re-played in his head. When she came back in here, he was going to get her to do that thing with her—
Later.He needed to take a leak and not be such a horn dog first thing in the morning. From the sounds of it, Jules was making breakfast, though he doubted any food or beverage could possibly match the burst of energy he’d get just by seeing her sunshine grin. After taking care of business, he sauntered toward the kitchen, ready to start a little somethin’-somethin’. His dick was wide awake and zeroing like a homing pigeon in on its destination.
“Mornin’,bella,you ready for me?”
