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I don’t know. I’m a fucking idiot, I guess.

“Julian, I don’t want to have sex in public,” I said, gasping for breath and inches from his lips.

Lips that I definitely didn’t want to stop kissing me.

A low, gravely chuckle rumbled from his throat. “Believe me, Eden, nothing would make me happier than to make your body mine over and over again. However, the things I want to do to you should only be done behind closed doors.”

Miss Puss jumped at the thought. She actually fluttered.

“Tonight, I thought we could take it slow. Get reacquainted with each other. Have some food and champagne and make out a little.”

I smiled at him, nodding. I was definitely on board for that.