Page 39 of Gilded Rose


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“Then let me up.”

“Only if you promise not to do that again.”

“I told you I wasn’t?—”

“Promise me.”

The desperate edge beneath the command gives me pause. Like it matters to him. Like I might matter.

“I promise,” I whisper. “Now will you let me go?”

“Not yet.”

“What the hell?” I squirm, trying to remove his arms. “You said?—”

“Dakota.” It’s the first time he’s said my name without sounding like he wants to spit it out. Progress, I guess. “Stop moving.”

I huff in frustration and try to wriggle free. That’s when I feel it—something hard against my lower back. I freeze, heat flooding my face.

Oh.

Julien’s laugh is low and rough in my ear. “Now do you understand why I asked you to stop moving?”

I can’t believe this is happening. “I?—”

“You’re an attractive woman, rubbing your ass against my cock.” His voice drops to a whisper. “What did you think would happen?”

I open my mouth, but words desert me.

His hand splays across my stomach, holding me still against him. “The more you move, the worse it gets,” he says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “So unless you want to feel exactly how much worse…”

“You’re an asshole,” I say, but there’s no heat in it.

“I’m honest.” He shifts slightly, adjusting our position. “And human. I need to rest a bit, and this way I can make sure you won’t do anything stupid. But I can let you go if it bothers you that much.”

But he doesn’t move to release me, and I don’t try to escape again. We sit in charged silence, my back to his chest, his arms still wrapped around me, his arousal an impossible-to-ignore presence against my ass.

“If it helps.” He rests his head back against the railing, “I’m not planning to act on it.”

“Good to know,” I murmur.

“You’re tense.”

“Just wondering how many women are out there missing you right now.”

“Not one as far as I know. What about you?”

“I was engaged to your brother.”

“Didn’t stop him.”

“Wow.” I cross my arms. “You sure you don’t hate me?”

“Too early?”

“What do you think?”

“Sorry.” His arm snakes tighter, drawing a traitorous flutter from somewhere deep in my belly.