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Julius was, in fact, trying to heed his own advice and not go for the jugular. Not askWhat the hell?
He didnotsleep with virgins.
With one possible exception: his future bride.
He’d actually been crossing his fingers that his bride wouldn’t be a virgin! If he was honest, he wasn’t really looking forward to it—any of it. The wedding, the wedding night, the forced conversation, a month stuck on an island with a stranger...
That, though, was a side issue.
Such a side issue that he shoved the thought away and looked at the pale skin beneath his fingers, at the red tips of the blonde curls, visible evidence of her former virginity.
Julius did not sleep with virgins because he liked very uncomplicated sex—preferably with a lover who accepted that he could only partake in a casual relationship...one who shared the pleasure, smiled, dressed and left.
But he didn’t want Beatrice to do that yet, even though she was already moving to sit up.
‘I ought to go...’
‘Hey...’ he found himself saying. ‘We should at least be able to talk.’
‘About what?’ she asked. ‘Julius, there are so many parts of you I’m not allowed to know.’
‘For good reason.’
‘Well, I have my own reasons,’ she said.
‘If I’d known—’
‘If you’d known then you’d have never...’ Beatrice said.
‘Do you know why?’
‘Because you’d have been worried I’d get all clingy, demand more...’
He could almost feel the prickles rising on the skin that had only just now been so smooth beneath his fingers. He didn’t stop her—not because he agreed, but because he wanted her to continue.
‘You’d have worried that I’d want presents and phone calls, instead of just sex with someone gorgeous to whom I’m attracted.’
Beatrice paused, and those circles he was drawing on her stomach were like a beckoning...a soft caress so inviting she wanted to admit that while she was telling the truth she was perhaps possibly lying a little too.
It had nothing to do with her virginity, though. Beatrice knew she could have slept with a hundred men prior to this and she would still want more of him.
But then she swallowed, because he was the only man she’d felt able to sleep with. Not just sleep with...lie with, talk to, flirt with, smile at...
Was it more than a crush?
Or were all these lovely endorphins and the lull of his hand smudging her senses and letting her think it could be more...?
‘Well, you don’t have to worry,’ she told him. ‘I was actually going to hire someone...’
‘Were you, now?’
His finger did not stop moving.
‘Just to get it over and done with.’
‘Over and done with?’ He smiled a little at her choice of words, and it was a smile she could not read.
‘I was going to have him take me out for my thirtieth and get me Birthday Girl Martinis and...’
