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“I didn’t notice last night. Ohhh…” I suck my bottom lip as he pulls almost out, then slides back in. “I guess that’s what being drunk does for you. Mmm…”

“And I’d gone down on you, and you’d already had one orgasm.” He kisses me. “Sorry if I didn’t warm you up enough.”

“I’m plenty warm. You’re just hung like a moose.”

That makes him laugh. “A moose?”

“It’s a saying.”

“I thought it was a horse?”

“If we’re being technical about it, the blue whale has the biggest penis. It’s nearly ten feet long.”

“Well, I’m not that big.” He chuckles, kissing the corners of my mouth where they’ve curved up. “That’s better.” He kisses back to the center, then touches his lips to my nose. “Look at me.”

I open my eyes. Oh… this is an entirely different experience from last night. Then, we were drunk, and it was dark, and it was as if I was dreaming, living out a fantasy. It was still cheating, but I could explain it away as due to the effects of alcohol, and the heat of the moment.

This morning, I’m sober, and it’s light, and there’s no hiding from what I’m doing. I’m fucking a man who isn’t my partner. I’ve chosen to do this. I have no defense to argue. And I can’t bring my mouth to form the word ‘stop’.

His eyes seem very blue today, the color of the morning sky. Keeping his gaze fixed on mine, he begins to move inside me.

He continues at that pace for ages. Sliding in and out, gentle and rhythmic, while he looks into my eyes and occasionally kisses me. And all the time, his hands continue to stroke me, down my sides, over my thighs, up to my breasts, slowly teasing me toward the edge.

I’m completely defenseless against this man. I feel as if, last night, under the influence of alcohol, I revealed the code to the Tower of London, and today he’s snuck in and stolen the crown jewels. I told him all the secrets of my heart, so he knows exactly how to infiltrate it, how to get around me. Oh, I’m a stupid, stupid person. But it’s too late now, and I’m just going to have to deal with my foolishness.

He closes his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them again they’re full of hazy desire. “Juliette,” he murmurs, continuing to press his lips against mine. “Your name feels like a spell.”

I shiver. “Abracadabra.” I’m trying to be funny, to lighten the mood, to stop him saying things that trickle inside me and through me like sand in a jar of stones.

But he continues to say, “Juliette,” as he kisses my mouth, and, “Juliette,” as he grazes his teeth on my bottom lip, and, “Juliette,” in a husky voice as he dips his tongue inside. “I’ve waited so long to be able to do this,” he whispers, stroking a hand down to my breast. “I’m never going to be able to look at you again without thinking about being inside you.”

Oh God, Alex is going to kill us both. He’s vehemently against having relationships with someone you work with. How am I going to be able to sit across the table from Henry knowing he’s thinking about this? And how can I focus on timesheets and appointments and patients ever again and not have this moment in my mind the whole time? He’s searing himself onto my brain, branding me, and I’m going to see him, feel him, even when we’re apart.

I’m still drunk. I must be. I’d never think things like this if I were sober.

He shifts up an inch, and now he’s grinding directly on my clit as he moves, while he teases my nipple with his thumb. Ooh, yeah, that’s working. He’s going to make me come like this, with just penetration. Cocky bastard.

He’s not immune, though, his eyes growing hazy as his hips speed up. “Ah, I want to make it last,” he murmurs, “but you’re too fucking amazing.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Ahhh… I’m just me.”

“I’m in love with you.”

It’s not the first time he’s said it. “You don’t know me,” I tell him desperately, “not really. Ohhh… You’re in love with a version of me you’ve created…”

“I know you better than you think.”

“I’m… aaahhh… grumpy and bitchy and irritable…”

“And kind and generous and… fuck… so sexy…”

“Henry…”

He gives up any attempt at going slow, lifts up onto his hands, and thrusts hard. “Look at me,” he says as my eyelids flutter closed.

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