Her hands reached down, and, without her steady gaze leaving his face for a moment, she gently undid his belt and pushed him down onto the hard floor....She pulled off his jeans, and, methodically, stripped him of his shirt. Crouching above him, she smiled, and, still gazing at his face, used her finger to trace his brow ridge, nose and jaw.Gracefully, she extricated herself from his limbs, and lay herself down on the cushions at the rear of the studio. Putting her hands behind her back, she. Grabbing it, her, holding it all in the palm of his hand.She wanted to be his expensive lemon ice cream. She wanted to feel the warmth of his hands melt her.“Reach for me,” she whispered, her voice low and primal, almost more of a grunt. Wait, did she just say that out loud. What was happening.“What,” he said again, tilting his head, still holding the ice cream.Fuck it. Let’s do this. What would I say out loud if I wasn’t going to think about it, Julia thought. I’d say:“Touch. Me,” she growled. More

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