Fifty Shades of Desire: A Collection of Lust and Love
It had become a part of me, a permanent weight that reminded me of the night the rain lashed against a penthouse window in New York.
Julian didn’t look up, but his hand reached out as I approached, his fingers finding my hip and pulling me closer.
“You’re late waking up, little thief,” he murmured, his voice still holding that jagged, sinful edge that made my blood run hot.
“I was tired,” I replied, leaning against him. “You didn’t exactly let me sleep.”
He finally looked up, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. He set the coffee down and pulled me onto his lap, his hands possessive as they slid under the silk of my robe.
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