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“I can take the couch,” he offers.

“And I get your giant bed all to myself?”

“If that’s what you want.” His gaze slides to me for a moment before returning to the road.

“I want to find out if I’m a cuddler. I bet I am. I have a few childhood stuffies I haven’t let go of yet, but I think I could replace them with you. Are you a cuddler?”

“No.” He rolls to a stop in front of his cabin.

“Oh.” I huff out a breath. That sucks because I think I could sleep on top of him.

“I mean, I don’t know. I’ve never cuddled before.”

“Really?” I unclip my seat belt and crawl over into his lap. “I bet I could turn you into a cuddler.”

“Liv, you could get me to do just about anything,” he admits, and then I feel his hands gripping my hips.

“Just about anything?” I tease.

Julius leans in, his expression serious, more serious than I’ve ever seen him before.

“Except let you go.” There is a hint of a warning in his tone, but to me it sounds like a promise.

Chapter Fourteen

JULIUS

It turns out I absolutely fucking love to cuddle. Maybe it’s Liv and having her near me, but I couldn’t get enough.

Last night when we got home, it was clear she’d had one, or five, drinks too many. I was planning on sleeping on the couch because I didn’t want her to wake up with regrets, but then she said she’d come sleep on the couch with me, and that didn’t make sense. Not when I had a perfectly good bed for the both of us.

The hardest part was when she came in and stripped out of her clothes and then asked me for a shirt to sleep in. I stood there for a full minute trying not to cum in my pants. As soon as she got the shirt on, she face-planted into the pillow and started snoring. It was pretty damn cute.

I managed to wake her up long enough to drink a big glass of water and take some medicine for the headache that was sure to come. After that, she passed out again. While she slept, I wiped off her makeup and then got myself ready for bed.

God, how I dreamed of waking up next to her, and this morning was like heaven on earth. I lay there for a long time watching her, memorizing her face, before I forced myself to get up. I knew if I stayed there much longer, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.

There’s a lot we still needed to talk about, especially after she admitted to falling in love with me. I knew that talk was for the light of day, and having that talk with coffee would be helpful.

I get us both a mug and add cream and sugar to hers with a sprinkle of cocoa powder. I’ve heard her order it enough times that I’ve got it memorized.

Walking back into the bedroom, I push open the door and see the sun streaming in. “Good morn?—”

My words are cut off when I see Liv on the bed with the covers kicked off of her and my shirt bunched around her chest. Her lower half is completely exposed so I can see clearly she’s got her fingers in her pussy.

“Whoops?” She says it like a question, and her fingers still.

Without taking my eyes off her, I place the mugs of coffee on the dresser and stalk toward her.

“Sorry, I think it was all the cuddling and then I woke up in your bed and with your scent, and I just got so horny and?—”

She stops talking when I put a knee on the bed and press my hands to the inside of her thighs. I spread her open wider as I look down at her pretty wet cunt and lick my lips.

“Then I think it’s only fair if I’m the one to finish you off.”

“Julius!” She cries out when I lick up the middle of her pussy and hum at how good she tastes.

“Fuck,” I groan before I settle down on the bed and bury my face against her. I lick her center and then down to her ass before I go back to her clit. I want to taste all of her, every inch, and then do it all over again. “You're gonna give me this for breakfast every day.”

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