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known had never been one for casual sex, and he seriously doubted that had changed.
    “I do,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider over his hips so he could feel the heat of her arousal through the thin cotton of his boxers. “I’ve always wanted you, Chris, and now I finally have the chance to have you.” His thoughts were muddled with lust, but a tiny kernel of hope lodged somewhere in his gut. Despite what she’d said, was it possible that Julie wanted more? Maybe once this mess with Brian was cleared up, once his life calmed down enough, was there actually a chance they could be together?
    “Besides,” she whispered between kisses, “I love the idea of how pissed everyone would be if they ever found out.”
    His hands froze in their exploration of her breasts. A revenge fuck. That was all this was about. He should have realized the second he saw her through the peephole. The realization did nothing to calm down his dick even as it stopped his vaguely forming fantasies of living happily ever after with Julie dead in their tracks.
    Of course. He was the second son, the one no one took seriously. Good enough to fuck, but not much else.
    His hands tightened on her hips as something dark and primitive rose up in him. If all Julie wanted was a meaningless fuck between friends, who was he to say no? He’d give her what she wanted. So good and hard the memories would torture her for the rest of her life, the way she’d tortured him. And with any luck, by finally having Julie exactly where and exactly how he wanted her, maybe he’d get her out of his system once and for all.
    Switching their positions, he flipped her onto her back, securing her wrists in one hand above her head.

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    His other hand slid down the firm plane of her belly, and lower. Wetness soaked through the material of her slip as he pressed his fingers into the heat between her thighs. He made a low sound of satisfaction, as he felt his cock become impossibly harder. Silk rasped against the pulsing bud of her clitoris as he increased the pressure, pressing his fingers into the drenched folds of her sweetly throbbing pussy.
    He sucked her tongue into his mouth, swallowing her panting, breathy little moans. “I can’t wait to get inside you.” She quivered against him, so damn close to coming apart in his arms. He pulled his hand from between her thighs, smiling at her indignant sound of protest. He wanted her to come when he was inside her, wanted to look into her eyes and hear her scream his name as she pulsed and clenched around his cock.
    He released her wrists and tugged her slip around her waist. For a long moment, he didn’t touch her, just hovered over her, braced on his arms so he could stare at her perfect tits. Finally she began to squirm, her face flushed with embarrassment under his blatant stare.
    He lay down on his side, propped up on an elbow as his other hand explored her almost lazily. “Do you know,” he said, his big palm nearly covering the creamy flesh, “how many times I’ve imagined this?” Her skin was, impossibly, even softer than the fabric of her gown, her nipples small and pink, drawn tightly into hard little buds. For a moment his anger over being used faded as he reveled in the feel of her silky skin against his palm.
    He bent to trace his tongue along the underside of her breast. “I used to watch you at the pool. You wore a red and white checked bikini.” His tongue swirled around her nipple, flicking it with the slightest pressure. “The cold water made your nipples hard, like they are now.” Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding his mouth tightly against her aching flesh. “I used to imagine you taking your bikini off for me so I could taste you.” He followed with a slick slide of his tongue against one, and then the other nipple.
    “Please,” she whispered, her head rolling against the mattress as she arched into his mouth, begging for more than a teasing caress. He closed his