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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