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“Do you want some coffee?” Noah asked.
“Thanks, but I’m not staying,” Bryce said.
Julie crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re here because of my grades.”
“I’m here because I promised Dad I would get my eyeballs on you and make sure you are in one piece.”
“He could call me himself.”
“He says you always wind up arguing,” Bryce said.
“Minor skirmishes compared to how he’ll react when he finds out I’m flunking a few courses.”
Bryce scratched his chin, looking thoughtful. “Maybe you shouldn’t tell him until after the holidays.”
“Yeah, it’s probably better that way. He’s coming home, right?”
Her brother nodded. “We’re having Thanksgiving in Westport. He is having it catered. Aunt Cheryl and a few colleagues of his will be there.”
“But you and I usually go to the Thanksgiving Day parade together every year,” Julie said. “I’m not missing the parade. We could drive into Manhattan early and get back in time for dinner.”
“Hope so,” her brother said. “We’ll have to talk it over with Dad.”
“That should be fun,” she grumbled. “Noah, do you go to the Thanksgiving Day parade?”
“Usually,” he said. “Some of the men in the FDNY Emerald Society Pipes and Drums are my dad’s friends.”
“Oooh, I love men in kilts.”
When Bryce left,he’d insisted Julie go back to the penthouse with him this afternoon to find some things he needed. Noah, disappointed that the sexy confessions between him and Julie did not lead where he’d hoped, resigned himself to tackling his studies and finally by midnight he fell into bed exhausted.
He was not sure how long he had been asleep when a crack of light woke him up. The door opened, but then it shut again and Julie’s quiet voice said, “Noah? Are you asleep?”
“Uh-huh,” was all he could manage. But then he felt the covers move and the heat of Julie’s soft skin next to his. He was only wearing his boxer briefs, and when her hand stroked his naked chest, it only took a split-second for his eyes to open and his dick to get hard. It had been way too long since he’d gotten laid. And this was Julie.
Julie. The most beautiful and intriguing female he’d ever met.
His mouth found hers and his arms reached around her. She wore a short silky nightdress and he slid his hands under it to caress her round behind. Julie worked at getting his briefs down and he lifted his hips to help.
Apparently not interested in any foreplay, she pushed him to his back and swung her leg over his thighs.
“Wait,” Noah said. “I need to get a condom.”
“I brought one,” she said, and reached her hand to the nightstand next to the bed, then tore open the packet. Noah was not the most experienced lover, although he’d had a few girls he slept with in his undergraduate years, but he’d never had one who rolled the condom on for him. Whew. More than ready. Now he just hoped he could hold on long enough to give Julie a good ride and not be a big disappointment.
She set her knees on the outside of his hips and positioned herself over his cock. In the dim light that filtered through the window from a streetlamp, Julie was like an erotic goddess who’d stepped out of a dream.
But when she impaled herself on his shaft, the sheer sexual force of her was all too real. She began riding him with a fierce determination, his hips rising to thrust himself into her. Harder and faster, her hands on his shoulders, his hands on her butt, Noah could not remember a time when he’d been this excited.
While urging her on in her frantic race to the finish, Noah also wanted it to never end. Sheer ecstasy soared through him like never before. Julie riding his cock. Julie’s hands on his skin, her dark hair flying around, her breath a series of pants and whimpers.
Finally her core clenched around him and she climaxed, shouting his name, and Noah joined her, letting go with his own explosive release.
Afterward, Julie collapsed on top of him. Her lips caressed his neck, his chin, and he lifted his head so their lips could meet. His fingers stroked her back, then twirled the ends of her long hair as he lay there on his back letting his breathing settle—and in his mind processing the reality of what just happened.
“Stop it,” she murmured. “I can almost hear the gears turning. You think too much about everything.”
He breathed out a short laugh. “You’re right. I’m already worried about where we go from here and how I’ll feel if you bring another guy home and—ouch.”
