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Chapter 16

Julian

Friday morning, I wakeup with Courtney in my bed for the second day in a row.

We’ve spent most of the past thirty-six hours naked, aside from when she was at work yesterday. Those nine hours seemed interminable. All day, I could think of nothing but what I would do to her when she got home, and when she finally returned, we practically attacked each other in the front hall, then had sex on the couch.

And then we had sex in the shower.

And then we ate dinner because sex marathons make a person hungry.

It’s been a very good thirty-six hours, I must say.

“Good morning,” she says groggily. “Do I really have to go to the lab today?”

“You mumbled something about an important meeting at ten o’clock, so, yes, I think you do. But there’s no reason you need to go to work until then, is there?”

She giggles. “You’re such a bad influence.”

“Me?” I pretend to be horrified. “A bad influence? Surely you’re joking.”

I roll on top of her and start kissing my way down her body.

By the time she leaves for work at nine thirty, she’s had three orgasms and I’m feeling rather pleased with myself.

I head up to the rooftop patio with a book, and because it’s a warm summer’s day—and because I’ve become very bad at wearing clothes in the past thirty-six hours—I take off my shirt.

Before I crack open the novel, I spend ten minutes looking at the Toronto skyline. I liked the view when I first looked at this place three years ago, but it didn’t take me long to get accustomed to it. Now, thanks to Courtney, I feel like I’m seeing everything with fresh eyes. Admiring the view I’ve seen so many times before, appreciating the luxury of having a rooftop patio all to myself.

I read a couple chapters, although I’m struggling to keep my eyes open.

I shouldn’t be tired. It’s still morning and I got at least seven hours of sleep last night, but it’s just so peaceful up here above the city. There’s a light breeze and the lake glitters in the distance...

I put down my book and close my eyes.

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