I love it when she says my name.

I fall to my side and pull her down with me, curling her into my body so that we’re face to face. She’s shaking. Smiling.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, kissing her lips.

“See?” she pants, brushing my hair out of my eyes. “Like you said—the bad is good.”

“You mean that?”

“So fucking good. Dirty doesn’t equal bad.”

“Well, yeah. But it is a little taboo.”

“Clearly I don’t mind, Grey.”

I grin. “Clearly, Jules.”

She grins. “You’ve never called me that before.”

“You like it?”

“I love it when you say my name. Any version of it.”

I grin, too. “I noticed.”

I kiss her. Keep kissing until we’re making out like teenagers, right down to the dry humping.

We make out until the dry humping turns to real humping.

When we’re done, we stay up talking. I get the answers to the questions I had before.

Where she comes from—born in Atlanta, moved to Charleston when she was a teenager.

Where was she in that picture of her with her dad at Hogwarts? She got a graduate degree at Cambridge.

The travel—she mostly travels with colleagues, but would love to travel with me. Maybe on a babymoon somewhere.

What about historical romance does she find so comforting?

She loves the reminder that no matter how difficult life can get, or how hopeless your story can feel, we all deserve our own happily ever after. And that sometimes, the more difficult the story, the happier the ending.

Underwear—does she wear it with those yoga pants? Or does she go commando?

Commando, always.

That alone has me rolling on top of her for one more round.

Julia

I wake up in Greyson’s bed.

This time he’s in it with me. Sleepily scrolling through his phone, running a hand over his face.

“Hi,” I say.

He blinks, turning his head on the pillow. His face creases into a smile, and my heart does a back flip. Pussy pulses.

I’ve been awake for all of five seconds, and already I want him.

No time for bathroom or toothpaste. I need.

Now.

“Mornin’, baby,” he says, leaning over to press a scruffy kiss to my neck. My blood warms. “How’re you feeling?”

We look at each other for a beat. Then another. I’m feeling all squishy and happy inside, and I kind of can’t stand it.

I can’t stand him. His smile and that cute fucking cleft in his chin and the goodness, the intelligence, of his heart.

Wordlessly I roll on top of him. His smile broadens, his hands gliding up my thighs.

“That good, huh?”

I shimmy down a little and reach for him. Grin when I find him rock hard.

“Uh-huh,” I reply. I duck down, using my elbow to keep my face out of my hair.

I take his head in my mouth. Kiss it, tease it. Taste him. Just how he likes it.

His hands are in my hair. On my tits. I open my lips wider and take him deeper.