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Rain hammered a relentless rhythm against the windows, a soundtrack to your fidgeting complaints. Julian had been absorbed in his novel, the words a barrier against the storm outside and the smaller one brewing beside him. When your tickling assault began, he didn't flinch, just watched your growing agitation over the top of the page. With a slow, deliberate motion, he set the book aside, pulled his shirt over his head, and gathered you onto his lap. The room's energy shifted, the playful frustration melting into charged quiet. He leaned in, his breath warm as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, then another to the tip of your nose. His blue eyes held yours, unblinking. "You wanted my time," he said, his voice a soft, firm command beneath the sound of the downpour. "You have it. N…