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I hated the phrase drama queen. It implied that women were more sensitive and driven by feelings than men, which couldn’t be further from being true.
“I think you should let the scene finish. Ya know, to give me a better idea.” “A better idea?” “Of what my fake girlfriend likes.”
“You ate your whole plate.” I nodded, suddenly a little embarrassed that I’d wolfed my food down. Julian’s lips pressed into a small smile as he reached to clear my empty plate for me. “Good girl.”
When Julian finished, he stepped back, appraised his work, and then muttered three words beneath his breath that momentarily halted mine. “There she is.”
I slipped away with a gasp as reason returned to me. “Jul—” “God, you drive me up the wall.” Julian grabbed me by the throat and wrenched us back together. “I said shut up.” I shut up.
“Now, stop thinking,” Julian grumbled against my lips, giving my neck another frustrated squeeze before running his hands reverently down my body. “I want you. I desperately want you like this. You have no idea, Juni baby.”
“It wasn’t fake,” he breathed, his lips fanning my skin. “The kiss, the things you said in the hotel room… Tell me it wasn’t fake. Tell me it was more than getting swept up in the moment.” “I thought you wanted me to shut up,” I retorted while fighting to catch my breath. He moaned in frustration, fingers curling into my hair and tugging, forcing my head back to expose more of my neck. His voice dropped to a tone I didn’t dare disobey. “Well, now I want to hear your pretty little mouth tell me it wasn’t fake.” “It wasn’t fake.”
“I’m going to touch you. I need to touch you.”
“Touch me,” I pleaded, and my request had Julian folding in an instant. “Christ,” he groaned, slipping his hand beneath the fabric of my underwear. “Open up for me, Juni.” Knowing what he wanted, I widened my stance, thinking about nothing except how badly I hungered for what he was about to give me. “Good girl,”
“At the hotel. Did you drench your underwear for me then, too?” “Yes,” I admitted,
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said tenderly after pulling back again. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you what you needed this weekend, but I’ll do it now.”
“That’s it,” he muttered gruffly. “Come on, love.”
“Come for me,” he commanded, voice filling with an authority that made my pussy weep even more than it already was. “Stop being so goddamn stubborn, and come all over my fucking fingers, Juniper.”
“Kissing you feels like living, Juniper.”
“It must be a little uncomfortable, isn’t it?” he asked, glancing over at me. I cocked my head to the side. “What is?” “Sitting there wearing underwear that’s soaked for me.”
“Take them off, Daisy.”
He curled his fingers around my underwear, balling them into his pocket. “Good girl.”
I liked that not knowing what to expect felt safe for the first time in a long time.
you’re part of me in a way that no one else in this world is. I don’t know how to explain it, but you’re…you’re the person I think of when I think of home.”
I kept trying new nicknames that reminded me of you, hoping one would be perfect. For just us. So at least I could have one thing that was mine. But…I realized you were more than just a single flower, a single name.”
“You were a whole goddamn bouquet, baby.”
You aren’t just the love of my life. You’re the joy of it.
“You want to marry me, huh?”
“Desperately.” Julian nodded. Aggressively nodded. “Can I?”
“Take it, Juniper,” he demanded, his voice low and gravelly in my ear. “Be my good, gorgeous girl and take it.”
