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Authors: Jami Alden

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With his cock threatening to peek through the front of his boxer briefs, he casually reached for one of the spa robes hanging in his closet, grimacing when he realized that one-size fits all didn’t apply to his frame. The robe pulled across his shoulders, exposing his chest, and he could barely straighten his arms.

But at least if Mr. Happy decided to poke his head over the waistband, Julie wouldn’t see.

“You left the reception early, didn’t you?” she said, as though it was the most normal thing in the world for her to be in his room, when she should be enjoying her first night of marital sex. “You never did like any event that required a tie.”

He nodded. “Yeah, and I have a really early flight.” He sat down on the bed next to her, the mere scent of her was enough to drive him crazy. Just as in his dreams, Julie had shown up in his hotel room. And yet here they were making idle chitchat about the reception and his travel plans while he sported an erection hard enough to pound nails.

And even though every nerve sang with awareness and the need to lay her back on the bed and shove his tongue between her legs, he knew that wasn’t what Julie came here for.

Or was it, he wondered as she shrugged, sending one sleeve of her robe sliding down her shoulder.

Chris’s mouth went dry at the sight of the little strap of ivory satin resting against her smooth skin.

“I caught Brian having sex with his assistant in the utility closet.” Her revelation momentarily yanked him from his fantasy of taking the strap between his teeth and dragging it down the silky skin of her arm. “You what?” PrivateParty

“I went to find him to cut the cake, and I found him having sex with his new assistant, Vanessa, in the utility closet outside the ballroom.”

She sounded surprisingly calm, considering the circumstances. But then Julie never did let her emotions get the best of her. If anyone could handle such a situation gracefully, it was Julie.

“So I got on the stage and explained to everyone what had happened, and then I smashed cake in his face.”

It shouldn’t have been funny, but Chris couldn’t contain his burst of laughter. Perfectly poised Julie, smashing cake in Brian’s oh-so-perfect face. In front of five hundred of his nearest and dearest friends and business associates, no less.

He couldn’t control the low chuckle erupting from his chest. “Damn, I’m sorry I missed that,” he paused, tried to regain his composure. “I’m sorry for laughing. I know it’s not funny to you.” A mischievous little smile he’d never seen before crossed her face. “Actually, it was hilarious. Brian still had his fly down, too, the boob.”

“I’m sorry.” He scooted closer and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders. She snuggled close, and he buried his nose in the softness of her hair, breathing in her clean, fresh scent. He’d always loved how Julie smelled, like Ivory soap and white flowers. His cock grew what felt like another inch, and he firmly told it to settle down. This is what she had come for, to be comforted, not to be hit on.

But then she turned toward him and slid her hand down the front of his chest, inside his robe and around until it rested against the bare skin of his back. He almost purred when her fingers traced little patterns across the muscles of his shoulders.

“It’s so good to see you again, Chris,” she murmured, nestling even closer until the hot puff of her breath tickled his neck. “I’ve missed you.”

“It’s great to see you, too, Jules.” He ran his hands soothingly down her back. He was simply comforting her. What was wrong with that? Nothing. His hand slid lower, testing the resilient curve of her hip, nobly bypassing her butt as he slid his hand back up her spine.

She pulled back a little, keeping her arms around him, hand still teasing the bare skin of his back. “This is supposed to be my wedding night.” Her face was somber, but bore none of the grief he might have expected from a woman who had been betrayed by the man she loved. “Tonight I was supposed to spend the night making love to my new husband.”

He could only nod in agreement. Where was she going with this?

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“Do you know that I’ve spent my entire life trying to be perfect? I’ve done everything right, everything my parents ever wanted, and look at what it got me.” It was true. Unlike him, Julie had lived her life in pursuit of her parents’—her father’s especially—

approval. That was a big part of why he’d never made a move on Julie, because he knew Grant Driscoll would never approve of her running around with Dennison’s wild son, the product of a brief, scandalous second marriage to a Las Vegas cocktail waitress. Whenever Chris had gone to visit his dad and run across Grant Driscoll’s path, he’d made it clear he didn’t like the idea of Chris so much as looking at his daughter. Julie had been so careful to keep their friendship a secret, he knew she would never take him home as her boyfriend. At the time he’d decided it was best to settle for friendship, afraid if he actually had sex with her he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from shouting his claim to anyone within hearing range, and fuck the consequences. All the while he’d swallowed his resentment over hiding their innocent relationship like it was some kind of dirty little secret.

And when Chris had left the family fold to pursue his own dream of his own luxury resort, he’d known Julie would never consider leaving the security of her nest to join him. Not that he’d thought of asking her. Not more than a hundred times, anyway.

He hadn’t had a chance of a future with her then, and he didn’t now. But here she was, staring at him with those big blue eyes, showing off her sexy shoulders, filling him with an insane mixture of lust and tenderness, making him scheme to steal her away to his island paradise until she agreed she belonged to him. What the fuck was wrong with him? He’d had years to get over this bullshit. He’d had plenty of time—not to mention plenty of women—to help him get over the fact that his irrational crush on Julie would always go unfulfilled.

So what if she was in his hotel room in the middle of the night? He was too old to let Julie—who was so completely clueless about the tornado raging inside him—tie him up in knots. Though he knew it was a bad idea to keep touching her, he ran his thumb across the curve of her cheek, doing his best to ignore the sharp jolt shooting from his thumb to his balls.

“I wish I could have been more like you, had the courage to stand up for myself and what I wanted.

Instead I let myself be talked into marrying a man who I knew would never make me happy.” He nodded. “I always thought you deserved better.” He wrapped his arm around her and squeezed tight.

“As of today, I realize that, too. That’s where you come in.” Chris’s hand froze on her back. For a moment, it had felt like old times. How many times had he consoled Julie when a boy she liked broke up with her? Sure, part of him, the part throbbing insistently between his legs, was dying to get her naked, but he’d been able to suppress it as they fell into the old familiar rhythms of their friendship.

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Now she had that look again. The look that said she wanted to lick him from head to toe, with special attention paid to the in-between parts.

As if. He really must be drunk or crazy. Probably both.

“Chris, I have a really big favor to ask you.” Her expression lost the lusty glow and changed to one of polite expectation.

“Anything, Jules.”

“I want you to have sex with me.”

“What?” He had to have misunderstood her.

“Have sex with me, please,” she repeated, her expression all earnest and polite as though she were asking for a refill on her Diet Coke. When he did nothing but stare with his mouth hanging open, she continued. “I’m serious. My whole life I let other people tell me what I wanted, because I was afraid of disapproval. After tonight, I don’t care what anyone else thinks. For once, I want to go after something I really, really want. And that’s you.”

Her eyes went hot and liquid again, her hands delving under the lapels of his robe to stroke his chest. “I want you, Chris,” she whispered again, leaning in to slide her lips along the skin of his collarbone. Still, he did his best to remember all the reasons why he shouldn’t take her up on her offer. She was vulnerable, for one. She’d found her husband of less than a day banging someone else. That was enough to send anyone over the edge into irrational, inappropriate behavior. And he could smell champagne on her, and even as an asshole frat guy in college he’d never taken advantage of a drunk girl.

Her hand slid up the inside of his thigh, her fingers teasing their way under the leg band of his boxer briefs. He nearly came right then and there.

“I know you’re upset,” he half groaned, “but I don’t think you really want to do this.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I do.” She stood up and pushed the purple robe to the floor and drew his hand to cup her breast through the creamy satin of her slip.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” he said, unable to resist whisking his thumb over the hard bead of her nipple,

“and I don’t know when I can make it back. All I can promise is one night.” Jesus Christ, he had Julie Driscoll’s tit in his hand. The mere thought sent a roaring through his head, so loud he almost didn’t catch what she said next.

“I know what you’re all about, Chris,” she said in a sexy, throaty tone he’d never heard from her, PrivateParty

throwing a leg over his thighs so she was straddling his lap. “That’s the point.” He didn’t have time to think about what she meant as she rose up on her knees and looped her arms around his neck. For all her bravado, her kiss was tentative, lips barely parted, seeking his mouth with the slightest of pressures. Her taste exploded into his mouth, sweet, spicy, shooting down his spine until his hands shook with want. He tongued her lips apart, needing more of her, needing the feel of her tongue tangling with his. Her hands fumbled with the belt of his robe, and he eagerly shrugged it off, groaning at the feel of her satin covered breasts against his chest.

He sucked and bit at her lips, quickly losing control as his hands slid eagerly up and down her back, lower to cup the lush curves of her ass. For all the fantasies he’d had about being with Julie, touching her, kissing her, tasting her, this was better than anything he could have ever imagined. He arched his hips up against the vee of her thighs, letting her feel how huge and hot she made him.

She let out a little squeak, stiffening ever so slightly against him. Fuck. He needed to get a grip or he was going to be the only one having any fun. “You’re sure you want to do this,” he asked again, praying she’d say yes, but needing to be sure all the same. Sure, he hadn’t seen her in a long time, but the Julie he’d known had never been one for casual sex, and he seriously doubted that had changed.

“I do,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider over his hips so he could feel the heat of her arousal through the thin cotton of his boxers. “I’ve always wanted you, Chris, and now I finally have the chance to have you.” His thoughts were muddled with lust, but a tiny kernel of hope lodged somewhere in his gut. Despite what she’d said, was it possible that Julie wanted more? Maybe once this mess with Brian was cleared up, once his life calmed down enough, was there actually a chance they could be together?

“Besides,” she whispered between kisses, “I love the idea of how pissed everyone would be if they ever found out.”

His hands froze in their exploration of her breasts. A revenge fuck. That was all this was about. He should have realized the second he saw her through the peephole. The realization did nothing to calm down his dick even as it stopped his vaguely forming fantasies of living happily ever after with Julie dead in their tracks.

Of course. He was the second son, the one no one took seriously. Good enough to fuck, but not much else.

His hands tightened on her hips as something dark and primitive rose up in him. If all Julie wanted was a meaningless fuck between friends, who was he to say no? He’d give her what she wanted. So good and hard the memories would torture her for the rest of her life, the way she’d tortured him. And with any luck, by finally having Julie exactly where and exactly how he wanted her, maybe he’d get her out of his system once and for all.

Switching their positions, he flipped her onto her back, securing her wrists in one hand above her head.

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His other hand slid down the firm plane of her belly, and lower. Wetness soaked through the material of her slip as he pressed his fingers into the heat between her thighs. He made a low sound of satisfaction, as he felt his cock become impossibly harder. Silk rasped against the pulsing bud of her clitoris as he increased the pressure, pressing his fingers into the drenched folds of her sweetly throbbing pussy.

He sucked her tongue into his mouth, swallowing her panting, breathy little moans. “I can’t wait to get inside you.” She quivered against him, so damn close to coming apart in his arms. He pulled his hand from between her thighs, smiling at her indignant sound of protest. He wanted her to come when he was inside her, wanted to look into her eyes and hear her scream his name as she pulsed and clenched around his cock.

He released her wrists and tugged her slip around her waist. For a long moment, he didn’t touch her, just hovered over her, braced on his arms so he could stare at her perfect tits. Finally she began to squirm, her face flushed with embarrassment under his blatant stare.

He lay down on his side, propped up on an elbow as his other hand explored her almost lazily. “Do you know,” he said, his big palm nearly covering the creamy flesh, “how many times I’ve imagined this?” Her skin was, impossibly, even softer than the fabric of her gown, her nipples small and pink, drawn tightly into hard little buds. For a moment his anger over being used faded as he reveled in the feel of her silky skin against his palm.

He bent to trace his tongue along the underside of her breast. “I used to watch you at the pool. You wore a red and white checked bikini.” His tongue swirled around her nipple, flicking it with the slightest pressure. “The cold water made your nipples hard, like they are now.” Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding his mouth tightly against her aching flesh. “I used to imagine you taking your bikini off for me so I could taste you.” He followed with a slick slide of his tongue against one, and then the other nipple.

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