The very air crackled with the sexual energy vibrating between them. One wrong move threatened to set off a chain of events that could destroy what they both were before this moment—the danger, the lust, it was intoxicating. She’d lie to herself later, but in that moment she felt it, the fabric of her life being ripped open by this beautiful man, and all she did was stand there enjoying the ruin.
When he did let go of her hands, it was only to reach behind her and undo her bra.
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failed. He tossed the bra aside, his gaze landing on her bare tits, making Jules’s nipples pucker in anticipation. He bent down as his hands ran up her bare back, forcing her to curve into him. Jules moaned, her body tightening with eagerness for the first hot, wet feel of his mouth on her, and she wasn’t disappointed.
She threaded her fingers into his hair and held him there as he sucked one pink nipple into his mouth. The way his teeth lightly scraped against it, the rumble of his groan against her breast, it collided inside Jules, making the moment completely visceral. Her entire being respond to him as if it was instinctual—a force of attraction so overwhelming that denying it never even entered her mind.
Romeo moved over to the other breast, sucking on the taut nipple with the same starved appreciation, and Jules found herself weak-kneed in response. When he slid his hand past the lining of her panties without an ounce of warning, she had to let go of his hair and clutch at his shoulders.
He moaned from the feel of her, stroking and exploring Jules for a few agonizing moments before he pushed two thick fingers deep inside her. She was tight from going so long without sex. It almost hurt, but she savored the ache as Romeo curved his fingers upward to find that sweet spot inside Jules that made her cry out.
“Shit, you feel good.” Romeo licked his way up to the curve of her neck as he fingered her. His breathing was sharp and raspy as he whispered in her ear, “How hard is it to get you off?”
“Not hard.” Jules panted while pushing her hips against his hand, helping him.
“I’m close. I’ve been on edge all night.”
The sexual tension from dinner had her wound so tightly she felt like she’d shatter at any moment. She tilted her head to the side as Romeo’s thick fingers pushed in and out, fucking her with a distinctive rhythm that pulled small, choked sobs of pleasure out of Jules with every stroke.
“Get off on my fingers.” Romeo breathed against her flushed skin as he started rubbing his palm hard against the folds hiding her clit, making Jules gasp from the dual
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sensation. “I wanna see you come. Do it for me, and I’ll get you off with my mouth next.
You want that, Juliet? You want me to taste and tease you until you’re coming against my lips?”
Hell yes, she wanted it. She would’ve told him so if his words hadn’t made the pleasure burn brighter, stealing her voice, taking her very breath as she continued to shamelessly push her hips against his hand. The ecstasy built at the base of her spine and radiated into her limbs until her entire body pulsed with it.
She was shaking and sweaty as she hovered on that amazing precipice where everything was golden. It was such a surreal place, one found only when the collision of attraction and pleasure was just right. Knowing she was experiencing something impossible to find on her own, a part of her wanted to savor it as long as possible. She stopped fighting for release. She dug her nails into Romeo’s broad shoulders. Gasps of pleasure burst out of her, but she held still in a vain attempt to appreciate the moment.
“We got all night.” Romeo nipped at her neck, his fingers still stroking her unrelentingly. “You don’t gotta hold back, baby. Gimme what I want.” Romeo was completely city-crass and demanding and hell-bent hurried to get to where he was going—but Jules was so in tune with him she found herself giving in to his demands despite wanting to fight against them. She came violently, crying out as the pleasure burst inside her. The destruction of it was pure Romeo, fiery and all consuming, leaving a wake of shivering bliss as it tore through her. She was loud, calling out his name, begging and praising as the ecstasy crashed over her in wave after wave.
Jules was spent in the aftermath, still too dazed to be embarrassed at just how wet and needy and responsive she’d been. She’d made that entirely too easy for him, and she might have gathered her senses to explain herself if Romeo hadn’t swept her up in his arms like she weighed nothing.
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