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Julia looks abashed, but doesn't back down. “She’s not as evil as you think…”

“Julia–”

“Sebastian, look. I know I’m young, but all of this feels more than right to me. Isn’t it the same for you?”

“Well, of course it is. But again, I’m so much older, and…” I close my eyes and sigh, forcing the question out. “Have you even ever…you know…”

Not at all shy with me, Julia finishes the thought. “Have sex with someone?”

“...Yeah. That.”

She pivots to face me fully, tucking her legs underneath her and leaning forward until she’s once again in my personal space. Despite knowing better, I welcome the intrusion. “No, I never have. Most of the guys at school were just as boring and plain as Tom that I met at the ball.”

“Oh God, that guy…” I roll my eyes, and Julia giggles, taking away so much of the tension in the room as she does so.

Julia grabs the front of my shirt, fingers working the top two buttons as she pulls me forward. Feeling both foolish and totally smitten, I let her. “Whatever happens here stays between us,” she promises, voice soft. “No one needs to know but us.”

Then she’s on her back again and I’m hovering over her. Julia lifts up enough to nip at my bottom lip, and my blood ignites in my veins once more at the feeling of her teeth, undeniable. Her hands keep at the buttons of my shirt while I drag the straps of her sundress over her shoulders, peppering kisses over the smattering of freckles I find, and then across to her collarbone, my tongue tracing the hollow of it.

Julia gets my shirt open and her hands roam my chest anxiously, her touch cool on my heated skin. She’s wearing a lacy, strapless bralette, which I pull down to join her dress, my heart pounding so hard that I can feel my pulse against my eardrums. Her taut, pink nipples make my mouth water, but I resist, wanting to take things as slow as possible for sweet Julia. I stand, gripping her garments where they are now bunched at her waist, and without even a word of direction, Julia arches her back to help me. I undress her almost completely, sliding the dress and bra down her long, toned legs and depositing them on the bed beside us, leaving her in only her petal-pink panties and nothing more.

God, she is radiant. Almost unearthly in her beauty. I know I’m not worthy, but she wants me and I’m too far gone to deny her anything now.

Her eyes are hooded with lust, and she reaches her hands out to me as I descend on her once more, but she’s only able to card her fingers through my hair as I stop short, rasping the soft skin of her stomach with my beard and placing a slow kiss above her belly button that has her gasping. I can smell her desire, begging me to taste her in her most intimate areas. I’m more than ready to give into that temptation, making it only a few inches lower with my mouth, right at the waistband of her panties, when I feel the most ill-timed thing on the entire planet.

My cell phone ringing in my pants.

It’s loud enough that Julia hears it, and she raises up on her elbows with a questioning look on her face. I place a hand on her sternum and push her back down on the mattress, gliding my fingers over her nipples and rasping, “Ignore it,” before laying my mouth on her once more.

The call ends. And then whoever is calling does so again, and the ringing begins anew.

“Fuck.” I pull the damned device out of my pocket, and of course it’s my father, one of the only people who might call me that I can never ignore. I shoot Julia an apologetic look holding my finger to my lips to indicate she should be quiet, before I stand and answer.

“Dad, I–”

“Where the hell are you?” He exclaims, cutting me off.

“What’s going on?”

“We were supposed to be at the studio of RT to record the interview!” My father rants. “The reporter is here, my assistant is here, your assistant is here, I’m here, but where the hell are you?”

Flabbergasted, I sit on the mattress beside Julia, who has now risen and is covering her body somewhat with a blanket. “I, uh, didn’t get notified.”

Dad’s voice is muffled as he covers the mouthpiece with his hand. “Amelia! Did you place the interview in Seb’s calendar?” I hear my assistant give the affirmative in the background, and I can’t help but wince. “She is telling me that she did, and that she reminded you of it this morning!”

I close my eyes and lower my head into my free hand. “I’m sorry. I had a lot on my mind. Someone dumped the news of an impromptu hunting trip in my lap, if you’ll recall.”

Dad ignores any excuses. “Just get your ass here right now.”

I suppress the litany of curse words that want to spill out of my mouth, and instead mutter a short, “Will be there soon.”

I hang up, tucking the phone into my pocket and heaving a sigh. “I can’t believe I forgot about that interview with my dad…” I turn to try to explain myself to Julia, and she has the sheet held up just enough to cover her breasts and nothing more, her long legs folded to the side and every bare inch of her skin calling to me. And of course, I have to go. I can’t believe this is happening. “Fuck, you are so damn beautiful.”

She chews at her bottom lip, looking up at me. “When will I see you again?”

Tonight!I want to scream, but these few minutes of separation have cleared my head some, and I know that would be a terrible idea. She just tempts me too much, making it almost impossible to resist her and tell her no. I’m not even sure that I want to cross Margaret, but the idea of giving Julia up is too much the bear, so I’m going to have to figure it out in no uncertain terms before I continue things with this incredible girl.

“After the hunting trip, most likely,” I sigh. “I’m leaving in four days, but I will be back soon, I promise.”

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