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stroking him tentatively. The next thing she knew, she was on her back, lying lengthwise on the white couch and he was looming above her.
    “Don’t you like it when I touch you?”
    “I like it too much, that’s the problem,” he rasped. “I told you we’d take it slow. Now open up, Imogen. My turn to taste.”
    She stared at him blankly, then she opened her mouth.
    Julian grinned and placed his index finger on top of her upper lip, his thumb under her lower one and snapped her mouth shut. “Not this.” He grabbed her right ankle and hooked it over the back rest of the couch, exposing her to his hungry gaze. “This one.”
    Before she could even blink, his head was already between her legs.
    “Oh my God!” she mewled, clutching the cushions for dear life as Julian’s wicked tongue slid between her folds and did wicked, wicked things. He circled and flicked her swollen nub and her hips arched off the couch. All sensation narrowed to that aching point. Her breathing grew shallow and labored. She was close. “Julian!” she cried urgently, as the rush of her approaching orgasm surged low in her belly, rippled through her limbs, and slammed into her like a tidal wave.
    She was still floating, boneless as a starfish from her massive release, when she felt his fingers sliding into her slick depths with no resistance.
    “Julian.” She raised her head weakly.
    “Sshh,” he murmured, his gaze heavy-lidded. “I’m not done with you yet.” His fingers rasped on a spot on her inner walls that had her biting her lip. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, his tongue slipped inside her once again. She closed her eyes and scattered like a spray of sea foam hitting a rock.
    There was the crinkling sound of foil. The couch dipped and when she opened her eyes, Julian was hovering above her, his eyes boring into hers. This is it. He’s going to make me his. She gripped his arms, quelling her nervousness.She had discarded whatever misgivings she had about this quantum leap from best friend’s brother’s status to one night hookup the moment she stepped inside the penthouse. He’s never going to be yours, her inner voice said. Then I’ll take what I can get tonight.
    He settled himself between her legs, her hips cradling his. He pulled back on his haunches and before Imogen could brace herself, he plunged inside her with one deep thrust.
    The pain was sharp. A small cry tore from her throat just as he cursed violently.
    The silence that came after was oppressive.
    Imogen risked a peek at Julian’s face and blanched.
    His brows were drawn tight in an angry slash and he was white around the mouth. “You lied to me,” he gritted out in a low, cutting tone. His eyes flashed with burning anger and something else she couldn’t identify.
    Imogen averted her gaze, her guilt at her omission and the overwhelming feel of Julian inside her making her mute.
    “Don’t turn away from me, Imogen.” She obeyed him, afraid of angering him further. “You said it had been a long time.” Each word was drawn out, accusing.
    “Never is a long time,” she whispered unwisely, trying to make light of the situation, “right?”
    He took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he visibly held his emotions in check.
    “Besides, it doesn’t matter,” she said in a small voice, wishing the couch would open up and swallow her. She wrapped her arms around her chest, suddenly feeling raw and exposed.
    His eyes darkened at her action. “It does to me,” he ground out ferociously. His body tensed up with his words, driving him deeper into her. Imogen flinched. He swore violently. “What in hell were you trying to accomplish?”
    “I-I wasn’t trying to accomplish anything,” she said in a stricken voice. “I just-I just didn’t want you to stop.”
    “Of course I would have bloody well stopped,” he bit out acidly. “Your virginity is the last thing I need on top of the guilt I already have with this-” he floundered,