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It seemed this was the only way he and Jules knew how to fuck, all or nothing, unapologetically raw and sexual. They owned each other and surrendered to the rise of bliss, the tempest raging between them until Jules was crying out. Romeo captured her mouth in a rough kiss, stealing her words rather than share them with the neighbors.

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sensuality Jules shared with him so easily was his alone, and now that he’d tasted it, he couldn’t let her go.

He was doomed from the start. The moment their paths had crossed sealed his fate.

Romeo and Juliet didn’t have a happy ending. That’s how the story went, and no amount of real emotions or good intentions could change the outcome. It scared him how close they really were to the end, and he released her mouth to bury his face in her hair.

“I love you,” he whispered, wanting to stay in this moment forever and hide from the future. “I love you so fucking much, Juliet.”

She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands off his forehead.

“Love you too.”

“Don’t die, okay?”

“I’m too stubborn to die,” she said, breathless and moaning from the next hard thrust. “You too.”

Romeo licked at her neck, tasting the adrenaline bleeding from her pores, and it wasn’t until Jules wrenched his hair that he grunted, “What?”

“Promise?”

Romeo’s thinking was already too fogged. Jules felt so good, and he was losing the battle against the rising tide of pleasure. It tingled at the base of his spine, spreading outward, making his balls ache with the need for release.

“Come for me, baby.” Romeo licked that sensitive place behind her earlobe.

“Come with my cock buried all the way in you—just us.” Jules seemed to be fighting against it, but the moment was too intense. She jerked beneath him, crying out once more before Romeo caught her lips a second time. She shuddered and came, her pussy milking his cock, her nails digging into the muscles of his shoulder. Jules pulled Romeo down with her, and the bliss of it was blinding. It

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pounded through his veins as his cock pulsed and filled her with his cum, unrestrained and dangerous. He knew even as he did it that he shouldn’t have, but the deed was done and he’d be lying to himself to say it was anything less than incredible to claim her like that.

He wanted to be tied to Jules’s body, mind, and soul—forever.

With his face buried beneath her hair, he kissed behind her earlobe and breathed against her flushed skin. “Marry me.”

Jules stroked the sweat strands off his forehead, her fingers soothing against his scalp before she finally whispered, “Okay.”



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Freshly showered and shaved, Romeo sat in the passenger seat and stared at his phone in trepidation. He hadn’t dressed up. Jules said it was unnecessary, but he still wore his nicest pair of jeans and a clean, button-down white shirt. All he needed now were the directions to the nearest courthouse.

After spending all day and night doing nothing but making love to Jules, he was more relaxed than he’d been before they’d left. As the early morning sun shone past the windshield, he considered how out of his mind Wyatt would be not hearing from Jules for two days.

Finally he turned it on, deciding to try his hardest not to look. Once his phone powered up, the four most recent texts appeared on the screen.

Nova: Just bring Daisy Duke home.

Clay: mafia’s the least of your worries right now.

Tino: shit is deep.

555-487-6372: Stop living a fairy tale. Be a real man. Make Jules come home.

Even without a name on the last text, he knew who it was from. That had Wyatt Conner’s name stamped all over it. Romeo got the impression each text was a continuation of longer, drawn-out threats and explanations, but he’d seen enough. Once 312



he slid his finger across the screen, he couldn’t help but look at the red bubbles indicating twenty-seven voice mails and two hundred and forty-seven new texts, which was epic enough to be impressive. He was almost tempted enough to turn on Jules’s phone and see how many she had.

He skipped past the main screen before curiosity got the better of him and worked on looking up the courthouse. He found one not far from them and was just getting directions when Jules slid into the driver’s side wearing a blue summer dress.

“Did you find one?”

“Yeah. It’s close.”

“Great.” Jules grinned as she closed her door. “I drive. You navigate.”

“You look nice.” Romeo gave her a smile as she started the car. “Something blue.”