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appetite, Annabella,” he says, leaning towards me. His slight Cuban accent makes anything he says sound ridiculously seductive.
    I’ m captivated as he cocks his eyebrow and gives me a knowing smile. He slides his hand to the base of my neck, gripping a bit of my hair and giving it a slight tug. I close my eyes and let out a moan and before I can open my eyes again, his mouth is on mine.
    I put my hands on the back of his neck , trying to bring him closer to me; I can’t get enough of him. Right as our hands begin exploring other areas, his phone rings.
    “No fucking wa y,” he growls. “I’m not answering it.”
    I am just fine with that. I ru n my hands over his broad shoulders, down his chest and finally trail his defined stomach. My hands get to the bottom of his shirt and they find the warmth of his skin. His right hand grabs my ass and pulls me closer to his body and I let out a throaty noise while my lips and tongue explore his.
    His phone goes off again. Ugh! Could they have worse timing!
    “My beautiful Bella ,” he murmurs while kissing my neck “I missed you so much.”
    Julian is the only person who calls me Bella and that’s the way I like it. Only he can make such a simple name sound so beautiful.
    He lifts me up and walks around to the part of the island where the counter is clear, and sits me down. Positioning himself in between my legs, he’s still kissing me ferociously.
    Then his fucking phone goes off again! I am sexually frustrated and the person trying to get in touch with him clearly doesn’t realize they are about to get yelled at by a sexually frustrated woman if they don’t stop! The little voicemail or text alerts keep going off as well. I pull away and let out a defeated sigh.
    “Just see who it is. T hey clearly aren’t going to quit anytime soon.”
    Julian let s out a few cuss words while stalking towards his phone. Maybe he’ll yell at them for me. He’s scrolling through his phone when it starts ringing again.
    “Fuck!” He quickly answers it. “What is it?” he asks angrily. There is a pause as he listens to whoever is on the other end. “I’m just fucking busy, what do you want?” Then he starts doing what he always does when he’s on the phone. He paces. He can never sit still when he is on the phone. It drives me crazy to watch him walk through all the rooms, but that is just something he has always done. I can’t hear all of what he is saying because he is going in and out of all the rooms, but he doesn’t sound too happy. I think maybe this is his work related problem that has him so stressed out.
    I hop off the counter, gather the dishes and start rinsing them off and putting them in the dishwasher. I grab a sponge and start wiping down the counters, trying to keep my mind from all the sex I wished was happening right now. After the counters are clean, I stand there tapping my fingers on the table trying to figure out what to do next. I was hoping he wouldn’t be on the phone for too long.
    After about ten minutes, he still hasn’t come back to the kitchen so I assume he is still wandering the house. I don’t even know which room he may be in, but I know I’m not going to just wait in here doing nothing. I leave the kitchen and climb the steps to go to our bedroom. I figure that’s the perfect place to be when he’s done.
    When I g et to the top of the steps, I hear him talking on the phone in the office.
    The door i s slightly open, but I can’t see him. When I get to the landing at the top, the floor creaks loudly. Stupid creaky floor. I hate that! The computer room is to the right and our room is to the left. I turn left and head towards our room; the floor creaks the whole way. Before I get to our bedroom, I notice he isn’t talking anymore. Thinking maybe he is done with his phone conversation and might be heading out to find me, I wait by our door, ready to lure him in with me. Then I hear him again, but he is much quieter, almost whispering.