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meet. Because wanting you is driving me crazy. And you should know that your friend Jenny, while pretty and certainly willing, just isn’t my type.
    Until my next letter I’ll be waiting for you. Wishing for you. Wanting you.
    My hand had crept into the stretchy waistband of my sweatpants and found its way to my aching nubbin of pleasure as I read the letter.
    Damn that man . I dropped the letter, threw myself back on the bed, and worked myself unabashedly to a shivering, pulsing, silent climax while I fantasized Rafe nuzzling, biting, and sucking my breasts while working me with his fingers.
    That was the fantasy still playing in my mind as I kissed Henry in his room an afternoon or two later.
    “Juliette,” he whispered, and because it wasn’t me, Ruby, he held in his arms, and because I couldn’t have Rafe, I let Henry kiss his way down my neck with those soft, gentle lips of his.
    He unbuttoned the black long-sleeved blouse I wore, gently undoing each button down to my navel and holding it open to gaze at my breasts in their black lace cups. The chill afternoon light fell across the expanse of creamy skin, my long red hair tangling on his chest and across his legs as I sat on his lap, and even I knew the sight was gorgeous. I shut my eyes and arched back across his arm, thrusting my breasts forward and bending myself into an alluring shape as old as time.
    “You’re gorgeous,” he said. I felt shy but determined as I proceeded with my seduction, knowing that there was no way Rafe would ever be able to do this with me as far away as he was.
    I shut my eyes and thought of Rafe, allowing Henry to set those soft full lips on the pulse point at the base of my throat, those lips that had spoken poetry to me and sung me Dylan songs on a guitar older than I was, and I welcomed his kisses. He took off my shirt, never letting me off his lap, and he sucked and teased and bit at my breasts still in their lacy cups, awakening them for the first time to all their sensual potential.
    He eventually took the bra off as I made little panting noises and wriggled on his lap, aching to be touched, but he didn’t go there. He smoothed the rounds of my breasts in his hands and put his face between them, kissing and squeezing them up beside his slightly rough, whiskery face. He kissed and teased my blush-pale nipples until they were dusky rose with need, and I was writhing and moaning on his lap just from the way he’d aroused them.
    “Henri, Henri,” I moaned in my French accent, but it was Rafe’s face I saw behind my closed eyes.
    Henry didn’t take off his clothes, didn’t touch my aching core. No, he did nothing but worship my breasts.
    A feeling had begun in me, as if my breasts were filled with white-hot electric wires and the nipples were the contact points. They were getting hotter and hotter, firing uncontrollably and connected directly to my aching, pulsing center, and finally he pressed the two breasts together so that the nipples touched, and he took them both in his mouth at the same time, sucking hard.
    I exploded in my first-ever man-induced orgasm across his jeans-clad legs, a feeling like a shower of sparks erupting in my brain and rippling across my whole body so that I twitched and jerked like I was having a seizure. I cried out with the ecstasy of it.
    I could somehow see myself in his eyes in that moment and it added to my pleasure: my skin like ivory satin, naked from the waist up but still clothed in my jeans. Tousled, multihued long red hair caught in the buttons of his shirt, spread across his chest, and trailing on the floor as my breasts bounced and trembled with the waves of pleasure bucking through my body.
    But in the secrecy of my mind, I was in Rafe’s arms, and it was his hard mouth on me that took me over the edge.
    Afterward I sat up and turned to straddle and kiss Henry. I asked if I should do something for him. He said no, just taking me there was pleasure enough, and he smiled. I could tell