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When it too opened, she stifled a noise of surprise that turned into a gasp when her gaze fell on the bed.
Julius lay on his stomach.
Completely nude.
Not a stitch of fabric concealed his glorious, chiseled body from her.
Rock-hard shoulders led to his spine layered in muscle. That tapered to his waist and finally the sculpted planes of his backside that she knew were like pure steel under her hands. Long, muscled legs ended in bare feet. On the back of one thigh was a small, puckered scar that made him even hotter.
Want pooled low in her stomach. Her panties were no barrier from the man lying not ten feet away from her.
She wanted him.
His face was turned away from her, so she only saw his short brown hair against his tanned nape.
Before she knew what she was doing, she’d crossed the room to the bed. When she unfurled her fingers from the fists she’d clamped them into in order to keep from latching on to his toned ass, she reached out and stroked his shoulder.
He exploded off the bed, saw her and lunged for her. She stumbled back a step, but his arms locked around her and he hauled her into bed with him.
He pinned her underneath him. Chest heaving, his warm breath washed over her throat. “What are you doing in here?”
“I just…thought we should…” Make out? Have wild, passionate sex until her manager came to drag her away to that press conference? “Talk,” she concluded.
“Mmm.” What she felt poking against her thigh didn’t indicate he was in the talking mood, though.
She was under a naked hunk whose stiff cock revealed just how much he wanted her.
“Is that…uh…usual in the mornings?”
“You mean this?” He rocked his hips into her, and the head of his cock edged beneath her robe, arrowing toward her pussy.
“Yes.” The word came with a shiver.
“Some of it’s from waking up. Some is finding you in my room, half undressed, in this silky little thing.” He skated a hand down her side and lifted her hip to meet his.
“Oh god! Julius!”
He sucked on the pulse point in her neck and moved downward in a sweep. Roughly parting her robe, he found the camisole she’d worn to bed and groaned. “You’re so damn beautiful, honey.”
Her breath came in sharp rasps. “You’re pretty—” Any words died on her lips as he closed his lips around her nipple through her camisole. It pebbled at the pressure and heat of his mouth. Like a cable ran from it to her spine, she arched upward for more.
He nuzzled her for a long, dizzying minute before sliding his hand down the flat of her stomach…and right between her thighs.
She was wearing plain cotton panties because they were much more comfortable than having floss up her butt crack, especially while she slept. Now she wished she’d selected any other pair from her suitcase.
Julius didn’t seem to mind one bit when he slipped a long, callused finger under the elastic and found her soaking center.
She cried out. He thrust his finger inside, pulsing it in a slow rhythm that stole any inhibitions she had at opening his door. If this was what she could expect, those doors between their rooms could staywideopen.
Like her thighs right this minute.
He wedged his body between them and pumped his finger in and out of her sheath until she was writhing.
“What did you want to talk about?” He stared into her eyes.
“I…” She choked on her tongue when he added a second finger to her pussy and stretched her until she drenched his hand. They shared a moan.
She tried again, but her mouth was too dry. She darted her tongue over her lips, and still no sound came out. How did he know where the perfect point inside her was? Bumping his fingertips against that spot over and over and over…
