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Chapter Three

The blinding sun streaming through the opened curtains woke her, and she groaned. Derek stirred beside her, and she turned her head to look at him and avoid the sunlight. “Good morning,” she whispered, feeling ridiculously shy considering what they had shared.

“Hey.” He leaned over to kiss her near the mouth.

Disregarding morning breath, she changed the angle and captured his mouth for a long kiss. Their movements became more amorous, and soon they were on the threshold of making love again. He reached into his bedside drawer to pull out a condom.

Julie intercepted his hand, taking it from him and tossing it back in the direction of the nightstand. “We don’t need that.”

He arched a brow. “Are you sure? We already took a risk last night.”

“What’s the worst that could happen?” She winked. “I might get pregnant, which would curtail my sluttish ways.”

Derek groaned. “Am I ever going to live down that assumption?”

“No.” She rolled her hips to encourage him to sink inside her.