Page 202 of The Hookup Situation
I rest my forehead against hers. “Yes. But not permanently.”
Her brows lift. “Explain.”
“Let’s build our dream home. Zane’s giving us a piece of land near Hollow Manor. I want it to be ours. Big enough for us to carve one hundred pumpkins and have space for as many kids as we want. A place that we can grow old in,” I confess.
“Yes.” She’s kissing me again, tears wetting my cheek. “I’d love that.”
I cup her jaw, tilting her face so she sees every raw piece of me. “Let’s do it.”
The city streaks past in flashes of light, but I don’t care aboutany of it. Her mouth is hot under mine, hungry now, her body twisting until she’s straddling me in the back seat. Her gown hikes up around her thighs, silk pooling, and the sight makes me groan.
“Jules,” I rasp, gripping her hips as she presses down on me. The feel of her heat, even through the barrier of my pants, makes my head spin.
Her fingers tug at my tie, loosening it, dragging me closer. She has me cursing under my breath.
“I need you,” she whispers against my collarbone.
Our mouths crash together as her hips rock against me in a rhythm that’s pure torture.
It takes every ounce of restraint not to push her beneath me and bury myself inside her right here.
“You’re killing me.” I groan into her mouth.
Her smirk is wicked as she licks my bottom lip. “Good.”
Her red hair tumbles forward, brushing my cheek, and she pulls back just enough to look me in the eye. Her voice is a whisper. “Being with you feels right.”
“Because it is,” I say.
Her lips curve into a slow smile before she presses her mouth back to mine. The driver turns another corner. Her warmth, her laugh against my lips, and the taste of certainty consume me.
The city blurs outside the tinted glass. She tugs at my tie until it’s loose, her teeth scraping my throat as she laughs against my skin. “I love watching you lose control.”
I grab her ass, grinding up into her so hard that she gasps. “You think this is me losing control? Sweetheart, I’m holding back.”
My body begs to finish what she started, but I don’t.
I don’t want to rush; I want to remember her.
Her forehead rests against mine, her lips hovering a whisper away. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“You never will,” I promise, brushing her mouth with mine as the limo slows to a stop in front of Park Towers.
She groans, climbing off of me. “Why did he drive so fast?”
“He didn’t,” I say, helping her smooth her gown into place.
My cock aches, but I rein it in.
The door opens, and the cool November air cuts the heat. Cameras flash as Julie slips her hand into mine. She’s glowing as she glances over at me, and I shoot her a wink.
When we finally step into my penthouse, my mouth is on hers.
Now, I’ll finish whatshestarted.
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JULIE
