My Husband Wants An Open Marriage (Julie and Ryan)
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CHAPTER 059: Prove it

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CHAPTER 059: Prove It ~~Julie~~

After minutes of struggling, Luke finally gets the old record player going, and the first notes of a tune spill into the room. I sit up on the bed, propping my chin in my hand as I watch him. There's something so endearing in the way he messes with the dials, muttering little curses under his breath until the music flows right.

"I can't believe this thing works," he says.

I laugh, letting the warmth of his presence seep into me. "Just like old wine. Gets better with age."

He turns to me, his eyes glinting with that mischievous look he's so good at. "Then I must be in trouble. Because you're like wine. If you get better each year, I might actually die of drunkenness."

"Is that so?" I tilt my head, trying to hide my smile.

"Absolutely," he says, offering his hand. "Come on. Dance with me."

Without a second thought, I spring off the bed and into his arms, feeling his arm wrap around me as we start to sway to the music. It's not graceful; I'm sure I'm stepping all over his feet, but I don't care. In this moment, the world outside the room doesn't exist. It's just us, moving together in this timeless, perfect little bubble.

"You're a terrible dancer," he whispers, his lips brushing my ear.

"I know." I laugh. "Tell me when I've stepped on your foot too much."

"How many is too much?"

I laugh again, and he chuckles along with me, his hand moving to the small of my back, holding me closer. It feels... like home. God, how much I've missed this. Missed the feeling of being looked at like I'm everything. Missed the way he makes me laugh without even trying.

"Grandpa won't stop talking about you, you know," he murmurs, his cheek against my hair. "Keeps asking when you're finalizing the divorce."

"Soon," I answer. I pull back just enough to meet his eyes. "I'm working on it. And you're not helping by sneaking in here."

"But I have to see you. I'm running low on oxygen.

I snort, rolling my eyes. "I bet you used that smooth talk to charm all your professors back in college."

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"How did you know?" he says, smirking. "Were you my professor?"

"Oh, if I were your professor... I let the sentence linger, arching an eyebrow as I lean in, lips brushing his ear. "I'd have you take me all over this dresser." "Professor Julie... so, so naughty."

He pulls me closer, and I melt into him, letting myself get lost in the warmth of his body, in the faint, familiar smell of his cologne. He's a rock, grounding me, holding me together in ways I can't even describe.

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CHAPTER 059, Prove It

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His chin rests on my head, and we sway, the music a gentle lullaby. "I could stay like this forever, you know," he whispers, his breath tickling my hair. "Just holding you, listening to music, pretending we don't have a hundred things waiting for us outside this room. "Don't ruin it," I murmur, a soft plea in my voice. I don't want to think about the divorce, about the arguments, about the life I'm supposed to leave behind. Not now. Not while I'm here in this stolen moment with him.

He lifts my chin, looking down into my eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, Julie. I'm here."

Those words. They're so simple, but they hold so much, and for a second, I feel something inside me crack, feel something in me start to believe that maybe just maybe-everything will be okay. I offer him a smile, resting my head back against his chest, letting him hold me, letting myself believe in this, if only for tonight.

But there's a restless energy simmering just under the surface, a heat I can't ignore. I pull back, looking up at him. "Prove it," I say.

"How do you propose I do that?"

I glance toward the dresser, my grin widening. "I can think of a few ways."

He laughs, the sound low and rich, as he follows my gaze. "You're dangerous, you know that?"

"You knew that when you met me."

In a single, fluid movement, he lifts me onto the dresser, his hands firm on my waist, and I let out a surprised laugh, my fingers tangling in his hair as he leans in. His lips brush mine. The kiss is slow, deliberate, and full of a thousand unspoken promises. I feel his hands tighten on my waist, pulling me closer, as if even the smallest space between us is too much.

"Why do you always make me so hard?" he murmurs, his voice rough.

My fingers trail down the back of his neck. "It won't work if it's soft."

He groans as he pushes my nightgown up, his eyes locked on mine. Those eyes are filled with desire and mischief. "You're beautiful," he says.

I feel a thrill run through me as he takes me in, his gaze roaming over my body. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, and I know it's only a matter of time before he takes me. "No undies. Naughty Julie," he says.

He pulls back, his eyes never leaving mine, as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down. I watch, my heart racing.

I can feel the heat between us intensifying.

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After stepping out of his pants, he presses his body against mine.

I reach down, my hand wrapping around him, and he groans, his body shuddering. His desire fuels my

own.

He lifts my hips, and I wrap my legs around him, feeling him enter me, filling me, completing me. We moan in unison.

CHAPTER 050. Prove It

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As we make love, the world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us.

Somewhere in the room, I can hear my phone ringing. But I don't care. I don't want to be disturbed. I don't want anything to take me away from this moment.

"Your phone," he says, thrusting into me.

"Ignore it," I whisper. "Just fuck me."

He obeys. His thrusts become more forceful, each one hitting a spot deep inside me that makes my entire body tremble. I cry out, my voice echoing through the room, as he pounds into me.

His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, I feel myself being pushed to the edge, my body teetering on the brink of orgasm.

"Yes," I urge. "Right there. I'm going to-

And then-4 reach the peak, my orgasm exploding within me. I scream as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I feel him coming along with me, his body jerking with pleasure, his sperm spilling inside me as we both collapse onto the dresser, our bodies still entwined, our breathing ragged, our hearts pounding in sync.

Right then, the door opens.

Luke's arms tense around me, his grip faltering as he stares at something-someone-behind me. My heart seizes in my chest as I force myself to turn around, and there he is.

Ryan.