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of his touch. Her responsiveness made him want her even more. He caressed in tiny circles, her soft moans encouraging him with every pass. He ventured lower, her slick folds enveloping his fingers, fluttering with increased intensity. The desire to be inside her made him lightheaded.
    He pumped his cock against her palm, groaning each time she swooped her thumb over his cum-slick head. His fingers matched the rhythm as he dipped in and out of her, swirling around her clit. Her breathing grew raspy, coming in short puffs as they moved in tandem. He felt her tense, her hips rolling upward then freezing as her body pulsed around his fingers. The sensation was too much—her sweet scent, her incredible warmth, the pull of her body. Every bit of his energy seemed to concentrate in his balls. His mouth went dry, his mind blank, all he could feel was the rush of cum as it coursed through his cock, rocketing out of him with enough force to knock the wind out of him. She stroked, maintaining her rhythm until the last burst shot out of him, then slowed her hand, gently caressing as the tremors subsided.
    He rubbed his nose along hers, eyes still closed, breathing her in as they caught their breath.
    “That was amazing,” she whispered.
    “Best non-sex I’ve ever had. Though I’m afraid your linens are a bit worse for the wear.”
     
    Julia got Ben a towel then headed to the bathroom for a moment alone. She closed the door behind her and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her eyes glistening, her hair beyond tangled. She turned the water on full blast, splashing some on her face then letting it beat down over her wrists. What are you doing? What if he turns out to be some prima donna rock star? No more controlling men. Remember?
    She scrubbed her face with a towel, unable to keep images of Ben from her mind. The sweet way he’d rubbed her feet. How innocent he’d looked while sleeping. The fact that he still hadn’t pressured her, even remotely, about anything.
    Her heart sputtered with nerves. He’s a good guy. He’s not like Trey. She pulled on the jeans and sweater she’d brought in with her and went to work on her hair, brushing it hard then tying it back in a loose ponytail. She could hear her phone ringing.
    “Can you see what it says on caller ID? It might be work.”
    She opened the bathroom door enough to see Ben grab the phone off her coffee table.
    “Wells?”
    She laughed. “Not work. That’s just my old roommate.”
    “The one who was obsessed with our band?”
    “That’s her.”
    Julia stepped into the room in time to catch the devious smile on Ben’s face. He pressed the talk button. “Julia Jones’ line, how may I help you?” His eyes twinkled.
    She’s going to flip.
    Ben crooned his reply, his voice as smooth as silk. “She’s indisposed at the moment. This is Ben Davis, may I ask who’s calling?” Ben covered the mouthpiece. “I believe she’s dropped the phone.”
    “I’m surprised she’s still conscious.”
    “No problem, luv. I think Julia’s able to take your call now. Lovely chatting with you.” He handed Julia the phone, covering the mouthpiece again. “I’ll pop into the loo, give you some privacy.”
    Julia waited until she heard the door click shut. “Hi.”
    The shriek that greeted her made her jump. “Oh my God. He’s in your apartment. Wait. He’s not only in your apartment, it’s seven in the morning. Did he spend the night?”
    “Sort of.” Julia sank onto the couch, remembering how they’d “slept” together.
    “Sort of?” The pitch Marissa attained was inhuman.
    “We fell asleep on the sofa. No big deal.” That’s more or less true.
    “Did you have sex?”
    “Not exactly.”
    “Julia, you’re freaking killing me. Did you or did you not have sex with the hottest drummer in the world?”
    “You really think he’s the hottest?”
    The scream that echoed through the line made Julia hold the phone away.
    “Look, Jules,