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He reached out and
took my hand. “Now please, can we get back to where we were?”
    I nodded.
    “Good.” He led me over to the bed.
    I sat down while he took off his shirt.
    “You want to help?”
    I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his
zipper. He stepped out of his jeans and then his boxers.
    “It looks like I get to undress you a second
time.” He reached around to unclasp my bra, leaning over me so I
had to lay back. He pulled off my panties, tossing both garments
aside.
    “Look at me, Juliet. You have an amazing
body. Don’t be embarrassed to let me see it.”
    I nodded.
    He picked me up to move me to the center of
the bed, resting my head on his pillow. “I need you, Juliet.”
    He put his mouth on my breast and his hand
between my legs. It didn’t take long to get me back in the mood. I
was so close to complete satisfaction when he moved his hand. “Not
until I’m inside you.” He ripped open the wrapper of a condom.
    My body wanted to argue with him, but it
didn’t have a chance. With one thrust, he was in, and then a few
more and it was over. It was even worse than the first time.
    “You’re so perfect, Juliet. You’re absolutely
perfect for me.” He moved off me and reached over to turn off his
lamp. Was he seriously going to bed again? After that?
    He lay down on his back. “Put your head on my
chest, baby. I want you close.”
    I did as he asked without meaning to. I was
still trying to accept that the first time wasn’t a fluke—Dylan
sucked in bed. Either he didn’t get the concept of satisfying a
woman, or he didn’t care. The only thing he had going for him was
foreplay, and he didn’t even finish what he started.
    “Juliet?”
    “Yeah.”
    He ran his hands through my now tangled hair.
“You don’t have to worry about being quiet. No one cares, and I
don’t want you holding back. I want to hear how good I make you
feel. ”
    What could I say to that? “Okay.”
    “Good night.”
    “Good night,” I mumbled.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    At least his bed was comfortable. That’s what
I kept telling myself as I tried to fall asleep. If you’ve got to
recover from unsatisfying sex, at least do it on nice sheets and a
good mattress. It was a lot better than the dorm-issued one I
usually slept on.
    Even with the ultra-comfy sheets, I was still
wide awake an hour later. The worst part was that I really needed
to use the bathroom. Finally, I untangled myself from Dylan’s arms
and legs. I searched in the darkness for my clothes, but couldn’t
find my skirt anywhere. After a few minutes of frenzied searching,
I decided to throw Dylan’s boxers on with my tank. They were better
than nothing, and I really needed to go. I hoped everyone was still
downstairs.
    I quietly left his room, relieved when I
heard shouting and laughter from the first floor. I tried to count
the doors on my way to the bathroom. There were no numbers, and
knowing my dumb luck, I’d end up in the wrong bed.
    I found the bathroom, and it wasn’t nearly as
disgusting as I’d expected. Clearly, the boys paid for a cleaning
service. I was washing my hands when I heard the door open behind
me.
    “Nice look.”
    Ugh Ryan. “It is, isn’t it?” I dried my hands
and turned around.
    “How’d you convince Dylan to let you out of
bed? I’d have thought he’d have you tied down all night.”
    “What?” Oh my god. Was Dylan into bondage and
hadn’t mentioned it yet? Bondage and bad sex? Not happening.
    “So you couldn’t run out on him again. Wait,
what did you think I meant?”
    “Nothing.” I crossed my arms, wishing I’d put
my bra back on.
    “Oh.” He grinned. “As far as I know, he’s not
into that. But if you are, he’d probably go for it.”
    “No. And we’re not talking about this.” I
tried to move past him.
    “Don’t fuck with him, okay?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “He’s a pain to be around when he’s upset.
Try not to upset him.”
    “Okay…so along those lines, can you move so I
can get