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I’m definitely not saying no now! I didn’t know I could sayyesas much as I do tonight.

Of course, the hottest part harkens to the first time we hooked up in her office. The idea that someone could come walking in at any moment. They probably won’t. The likelihood is slim to none because the door is locked and there is a huge unspoken (but written) rule in clubs like this that you do not interrupt people unless they invite you to interrupt them. That’s the thrill, though, right? That someone might catch us making merry in the most extramarital way?

Why does that turn me on? Almost like I want to share this kind of thing with the world.

But why would I? This is for Julianna and me. This is for us. Our life together. This is what we do to express our love and need for one another.

A while ago, I asked her if she loved me. I didn’t expect her to say it. When we first got together, I never expected her to say yes in a million years.

Now I realize, as she quickly approaches climax and I’m lying here enjoying every second of it…

She does love me, doesn’t she?

One day, I’ll want to hear those words. But for now, I’m 100% content with feeling it instead.

It doesn’t always happen, but tonight we peak at the same moment, my body trembling in pleasure when Julianna goes to the edge of the world just to rub her clit against me. There’s nothing more that I want than to break free of my bonds and wrap my arms around her, embrace her, feel her strength surge through her torso as it crashes upon me. But I can’t. This is a part of the experience.

I must channel my excitement, my love for her through the rest of my body. I’ll start by wrapping my thighs around her so tightly that she can’t leave me for a long, long time.

She doesn’t even struggle.

Chapter 39

Julianna

I’m getting out of my shower on a lonely Tuesday night when Presley calls me.

This late at night, it could be about anything. A crazy idea she’s suddenly had. She’s in jail for drunk and disorderly conduct and needs me to bail her out. She’s still drunk and disorderly and wants to bother me.

Basically, there’s no good reason for my business partner to call me this late at night. Not with her track record, anyway.

“What are you doing this Saturday night?”

That’s all she says the moment I answer. Knows how to cut to the chase, doesn’t she?

I rub my chin as I continue to dry off in front of my bathroom mirror. I don’t need to wrap a towel around my body in my home. Hell, I’d make a huge spectacle of it if Alessa were here, but noooo, she’s at a study group for one of her finals and going back to her apartment for the night. Something about being onher period anyway. I admit, once she starts talking about blood, I tune out. I’ll throw her all the ibuprofen she wants, but that’s the extent of it. All I hear is,“I’m not feeling cuddly enough for sex in the next couple of days,”and I’m good.

“Hopefully I’m going out with my girlfriend this weekend.” It’s the highlight of my week, isn’t it? Spoiling Alessa silly, that is.

“But you don’t have any meetings or need to see your parents, right?”

I squeeze toothpaste onto my brush and hope to wrap up this conversation. “Not that I recall. Call Vern and find out for me.”

Is it cold in here? What is with this randomly cold evening in Portland? After a string of early summery days, it’s suddenly sixty degrees and rainy again. Even a woman like me can start chafing with ridiculous weather extremes like these. I better apply some body powder to my groin. Alessa appreciates it when her woman isn’t chafing around sensitive areas.

Of course, I’m technically touching myself when I hear, “Excellent. Then you can come to a small party we’re throwing at my place this weekend.”

I stop, my powdery hand slapped against the side of my crotch. “With whom?”

“Yeah, so, I thought a lot about what you said last week and got in touch with Cher again. She’s not an employee anymore, right? There’s no issue with us dating.”

“Excuse me?” I’m not hearing this, right? I know for a fact that my dumbass business partner is not continuing to see a woman I had fired because she was acting like a petulant child.

“Do I have to say it a third time? Cher. Lieberfield. Come on, you remember her. The hot fox working with Alessa before you started tapping that?”

“Yes, I remember her,” I grumble. “Why the hell am I hearing about her again?”

“Because we got back together, and I think it might be a real deal now, Jules.”

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