Jules leaned closer too, her eyes closing for one moment as she took a deep breath, making him think she was doing the exact same thing he was. Smelling him, remembering, reveling over being so close after so many months of wanting and teasing. The time it took for them to get to this place, alone and near each other once more, had felt like a lifetime.
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Then Romeo caught a glimpse of strawberry blonde at the window and turned to look just as Jules’s assistant disappeared behind the curtain. “We’re being watched,” he said, his voice low with desire even to his own ears.
“No doubt.” Jules sighed, sounding unsurprised. She leaned past him, looking to the road just as two cars, one in front of the other, passed going so slow they were likely five miles under the already low speed limit. She leaned back against her car once more.
“That’s what this town does, nose into everyone’s business, and you’re the most interesting thing that’s showed up here in a while.” That was a dire warning when he considered everything Jules had to lose by being with him. If he were noble, he’d push her away now. Coming here was a huge mistake.
He’d known it, but he’d done it anyway.
“You ready to see the house?” Jules asked as she held up the small set of keys she’d fetched from her desk drawer before giving her assistant instructions to hold down the fort for the next few hours. “It’s very hidden. Intimate. I think you’ll like it.” Romeo nodded, his cock hard, his breathing shallow with longing after such a long time of wanting and teasing each other. “I was born ready for you, Juliet.” Jules sucked in a sharp breath, making it obvious the endearment was enough to remind her of sexual, seductive things whispered into the phone under the cover of darkness.
“Then let’s go.” Jules turned away from him as if she needed the space to think more clearly. She searched in her purse and pulled out her personal set of keys, pushing a button on them. “It’s not far.”
Romeo got into the passenger seat of her black Mercedes Benz without argument, proving to both of them that where Jules was considered, true nobility was impossible for him.
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Chapter Ten
Romeo’s hand landed on her leg first. His open palm warm through her stockings, his thumb caressing the inside curve of her thigh beneath her short skirt. Then it rose higher, fingering the clasp to her garter.
“Did you wear these for me?”
Jules turned to look at him, seeing the desire on his handsome face before putting her attention back to the road. She wasn’t even ashamed to admit, “Yes, I did.” He leaned into her then, as if waiting one more second was impossible, and kissed the curve of her neck. That big palm slid higher on her thigh, his fingers running over her panties as his other hand slipped beneath the low-cut line of her jacket, cupping one of her tits through her blouse. His thumb teased the nipple that was puckered tightly with excitement.
Jules’s stomach clenched, a moan slipped out of her, and she had to narrow her vision down to the curves of the road to keep from crashing. She was suddenly very grateful for her father’s driving lessons, where every car ride was treated like a high-speed police chase because operating a vehicle under extreme distraction meant she needed tightly honed reflexes.
Romeo’s mouth moved lower, warm breath tickling the curve of her breast as he tugged her top down. Thank God they’d pulled off the main stretch and were following the curve of a small, back road that took them to the house. Even if no one was likely to see them, Jules still needed to get parked and out of the responsibility of driving, because she felt like she was going to combust from the sexual frustration.
When she turned down the long driveway that led to the lake house, Romeo’s hand was inside her bra, caressing bare skin, squeezing her nipple as he whispered 156
dark, naughty things against her skin. Less and less in English, more in Italian and Jules knew he was far gone. He usually switched languages when he got really worked up, which made her think he was saying things he didn’t want her to understand, and she was okay with that because he sounded sexy as hell doing it.
She pulled to a stop in front of the big, beautiful lake house, one of Terry’s biggest projects. She turned off the car, and then she ran both hands through Romeo’s shiny black hair, fisting it, and tugging until he raised his head. She forced his mouth to hers, starved for him, swallowing his low groan as they finally connected.
They kissed hotly, teeth clashing, tongues brushing, as if both of them wanted everything at once. Jules blindly reached for the buckle to her seat belt and struggled to slip out of it. Then she pushed Romeo away only to crawl over him in the passenger seat.