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“Darling?” His voice was thick with sleep
“I’h in between his
He felt her lips press light kisses over his pectorals and up to his neck
“Can’t sleep?”
“No, I can’t”
Her hand brushed over his abdo lower
She kissed hiue seemed to melt away as sheI need”
“Are you sure?” His hand caught her wrist, pausing her move you up, but I really need to have sex Right now”
“Right now?”
“Right now Please”
He removed his hand and threw back the bedclothes
“Do with me as you will”
Instantly, she moved to straddle him He reached up to cup her heavy brsts as she leaned down to kiss hiainst her
“Do you need an invitation?”
Gabriel stared into her eyes, which had widened with excitement
“I could spend the rest of my life inside you and die happy You’re my home”
Julia paused at the sudden vulnerability that flashed across her husband’s face She lifted her hands to cover his, pressing into her brsts
“You’ll make me cry And I’m emotional already”
“No tears, please” He squeezed hertheir hips into alignment
He slowly entered her
“Home,” he whispered
Julia didn’t try to blink back the tears She let the and sucking her brsts, teasing her and spurring her on Within , their skin warround out, his hands dropping to her hips
Her eyes were closed, her rosy lips parted When she didn’t answer he placed a tender hand to her face “Julia?”
Her eyes fluttered open “It’s good,” she panted “So good”
His large hands gripped her hips, urging her on
“Faster,” heherself and quickly slaain, until they both collapsed from near exhaustion
Chapter Seventy-three
January 31, 2012
Cae, Massachusetts
Professor Katherine Picton stood in the lecture hall at Harvard, surveying the crowd She’d delivered her paper presentation a half hour after Professor Jeremy Martin offered his And she’d fielded questions froift fro Matthews, on behalf of the Departreet the Eer to do so They’d invited her to their ho’s more experimental culinary choices
“Ah, there you are!” Professor Picton’s crisp British accent cut through the hum of a dozen or so conversations