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traveled, first across his chest, then down his flat abdomen, and lower, until her eyebrows quirked with interest.
    Chris glanced down, face heating as he realized he wore nothing but his boxer briefs, and the bulge in the fly was growing as she stared.
    Dragging her gaze back up to his face, Julie said, “Can I come in?” Chris stepped back to let her in, and somewhere in the back of his minibar fogged brain a warning went off. Women didn’t typically visit other men’s rooms at two in the morning on their wedding nights.
    She perched herself on the edge of the bed and clicked on the bedside lamp. The light cast her in a soft glow, illuminating her pale gold hair and baby smooth skin. She looked about fourteen years old with her big blue eyes and soft pink lips. She was staring again, her expression anything but innocent.
    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