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He’d been cold, and when he hadn’t been cold, he’d been that perfect brand of fake char that she’d identified as such from moment one

And he was trying to pull it on her again Like he really was the womanizer that the press made him out to be Like she didn’t know the truth about him

Like she didn’t know the man had never had a partner who hadn’t paid cash for him Like she hadn’t been his first lover

And she couldn’t take it any a perfectly respectable distance fro at him, her hand wrapped around his silk tie

He had the decency to look shocked for a split second And that second was all she needed When his led her head, pressing her lips to his and thrusting her tongue in deep Tasting hi him

His ar her close to hiainst her stomach Her internal ed to be filled by hiain

She pulled at the knot on his tie and it loosened She pulled again, undoing it co it to the floor She unbuttoned the top of his shirt, and continued on without asking, without checking his face

He could stop her if he wanted He would have to Because she couldn’t stop herself She wanted hi she had in her, she wanted him, and she didn’t want to let him hide behind that facade he’d built up

She wanted him real She wanted hi, that need, unblocked, unchained, noher back, felt like the most delicious freedom she’d ever tasted

She felt like Julia Not like Julia who had been told she rong Not like Julia who had been told she should be thankful for her attempted rape, because no otherbehind her armor

She was just Julia Who she would have been without all of that garbage Without all that pain

Finally she had his shirt open, her fingers ski his perfectly definedher palms