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him.
    “Stupid move on my part,” he admitted, raking the wet hair back from his forehead, giving me a glimpse of armpit and muscle. “I can handle a few beers, but…”
    I suddenly remembered I was pantsless under the quilt, which I tucked around my waist.
    “You saved me again,” he said with a smile.
    “You would have been fine. It’s not like you were in danger of choking to death on your own vomit or anything. Although I was worried about that,” I rushed to add, in case he thought I’d brought him to my place just to bring him to my place.
    His phone buzzed. He scooped it up, reading the message, then replying. Valerie, I presumed.
    “My sister,” he said once he tossed the phone aside. “We were supposed to eat dinner together…” His words trailed off, and I got the idea he’d started to say more before stopping himself.
    His sister.
    Another misconception.
    “Are you close?”
    “Yeah. She’s older, and she tends to baby me. It can be a little overwhelming at times.”
    Who he was expanded in my head to now include a sibling. “Any other brothers or sisters?”
    “No. Just the two of us.”
    “Parents?”
    He was quiet a moment. “Yeah, the usual. Two of them. They live out east.”
    The address he’d given me. That must have been it.
    “I should go,” he said. “So you can sleep in peace.”
    I remembered my plan, and realized this was the perfect opportunity to end this right here. The sex and the dumping. Over and done. I’d gotten myself into this mess, and it seemed the only way out. And I was the only one who’d get hurt. Just how hurt? I wasn’t sure.
    “You can sleep here if you want,” I said, my heart slamming in my chest, my eyes refusing to make contact with his.
    “Really?”
    “No sense in driving home right now.” As an afterthought, I added, “And you still have alcohol in your system.” The truth.
    “Right.”
    I lifted the quilt that I’d tucked around me earlier, inviting him under while giving him a brief and maybe interesting glimpse of my panties.
    He blinked as if trying to disguise any reaction as I turned out the light.

Chapter 14

    ~ Julian ~

    I crawled into bed with Ellie, the sheet cold against my hot skin. Once under the covers, I did the gentlemanly thing and turned my back. That’s when the bed shifted and I felt her hand slide inside my jeans. I wasn’t wearing underwear. She cupped me and massaged me and curled against my back as she kissed my neck, her signals very clear.
    I’d never gotten out of my jeans so fast, and seconds after I kicked them aside she was cradling me again, this time as we faced each other. I don’t know what happened. It was like all of the pain and anguish of the day exploded, and I ground myself against her hand, gasping at the pain.
    She pulled me on top of her as she bent her knees, a welcome if I’d ever felt one. But women liked foreplay, so I held back while at the same time wanting to plunge myself deep inside the hot softness I felt against me.
    “Now,” she whispered.
    In the back of my mind, I realized this wasn’t unfolding in a typical way. No light kisses that led to deeper kisses that led to skin and more skin and finally the final act. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought she wanted to do it and get it over with.
    I found her mouth and I drove my tongue into her, across her teeth. I pushed her T-shirt up under her armpits, and I kneaded one bare breast, and then I spread her legs wider and I continued to suck on her mouth while I slipped myself deep inside her hot tightness.
    Oh, my God .
    Once I was in there, I lost it and I drove into her, pulling myself out completely with each lift of my hips, each downward plunge grinding against her clit, hoping to make up for the lack of foreplay. My hips were moving fast as I went in and out like a piston. She was moaning under me, her fingers digging into my thighs, her hips rising up to meet every one of my thrusts.
    One minute I was calm,