JaneJulius and I barely made it through the penthouse door.The shopping bags hit the floor with a thud, forgotten the instant the door clicked shut behind us. Julius's mouth was on mine before I could take another breath, his hands in my hair, pulling me against him with a desperation that matched the frantic beating of my heart."Fuck, I've been dying to do this," He groaned against my lips, walking me backwards toward the living room. "All the way home, watching you, knowing how you taste—"I kissed him harder, swallowing his words, my hands fisting in his shirt. The ride back had been torture. I had to sit beside him in the car, my body still humming from the orgasm he had given me.I had to watch his hands grip the steering wheel, remembering how those same fingers had been inside me less than an hour ago.We stumbled into the living room and he sat down hard on the couch, pulling me with him. I landed in his lap, straddling him, and the position pressed my still-sensitive pu
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