But the blonde didn’t work, his thoughts comparing every curve, every moan to Julia, and coming up short, the sex ended abruptly, his c**k making the decision with which his mind still struggled. This was a serious problem, one he didn’t seem to be able to f**k his way out of. Whether Julia needed it or not, he needed closure. He needed to know what the hell was going through her mind and what she wanted from him.

This hell needed to end. And her body, the curve of her mouth, the flash in her eyes—that seemed to be the only thing capable of bringing his life back under control.