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His hands ran up her thighs, pushing her skirt up. Then he grabbed her hips, forcing her tightly against the hard outline of his dick through his jeans, and a little gasp of longing slipped out of her. Feeling his erection nestled between her thighs, the smell of his expensive cologne, his hands on her, Jules was so turned on she became pliant when he fisted a hand in her long hair and brought her lips back to his.

She opened to his domination, letting his tongue possess her mouth like she wanted him to possess her body. They moved against each other in passion-starved desperation, and it became obvious that Jules was actually going to get off on it. She forced her hips tighter against his, shamelessly rubbing herself against the steel of his cock, which was straining for freedom beneath his jeans.

The friction was making choked gasps of pleasure burst out of Jules between the hot, fervent kisses. Romeo started helping, using his hold on her hips to push her tighter against him, and she finally had to stop kissing him. She buried her face in the curve of his neck, her fingers digging into his shoulders beneath his leather jacket.

Romeo’s head fell back against the seat, broken phrases of Italian bursting out of him as they dry fucked each other.





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When Jules shuddered, her fingernails cutting ridges into his skin even through his T-shirt, she didn’t just climax violently; she dragged Romeo down with her. He didn’t want it, his cursing told her that, but something about the two of them getting off on each other through clothes and friction was one of the most sexually potent things Jules had ever experienced.

While they were both still shaking with the pleasure, Jules placed her fingers over his lips to calm his complaints. “Shh, it’s good.” She panted and then licked at the curve of his neck, tasting the salty tang of sweat on her tongue. “Don’t make it bad, okay?

This is us. It’s perfect.”

Romeo’s breathing was harsh, his body tense, but finally he rasped, “Okay.” His big arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a hug, and Jules moaned at how amazing it felt to be held by him. Tears sprang to her eyes as she hid her face in the place between his neck and shoulder and confessed what she’d known for a while now.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Good thing,” Romeo choked out, his hold on her tightening to the point that it was almost hard to breathe. “’Cause I know I’m in love with you.” They sat there in the quivering silence, their confessions stretching out in front of them like a long, treacherous road, but Jules refused to feel bad about it. Right now it was just the two them, completely alone, and nothing else in the world seemed to matter but being together.



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Romeo was sure the house was nice, but he hadn’t bothered to notice. His thoughts were scattered in a million different directions, and the only thing that anchored him to earth was Jules.

He was completely focused on her, especially now that they’d ended up naked and in the shower. For the first time in a long time, Romeo didn’t even know where the hell his phone was, which was strange after carrying it around like a lifeline for almost 158



two months to keep him connected to Jules. He didn’t need it now. She was in his arms, naked and wet, pressed against him because separating was impossible for them.

Strangely, as he kissed her, he thought about Nova’s constant bitching about integrity and how pointless it was in the face of living for the moment and experiencing everything life had to offer. Romeo got it now. If he had been with Jules before that fight with Clay, he would’ve thrown the title just to ensure spending one more day, one moment, one second longer in her arms. Fuck giving Frankie an excuse to shove a gun in Romeo’s face and do what he’d been threatening to do for fifteen years.

Jules pulled away from Romeo, long, wet strands of blonde hair clinging to her neck and shoulders as she stared up at him hungrily. “Will you lemme do something?”

“I’ll let you do whatever the hell you want.” He gave a breathless laugh as he reminded her, “If it turns you on, it turns me on too.” Jules smiled, looking pleased. She reached up, tracing the pad of her finger over his face, the line of his jaw, the scar in his eyebrow, and then reverently over his lips.

She pushed his wet hair away from his face before she placed a kiss against his collarbone. Her hands ran down to his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, trailing lower over his abs, fingers running over the deep ridges. Then her lips were following the same path, and Romeo swallowed hard because he knew where this was going.

Jules fell to her knees on the shower floor, and Romeo’s stomach clenched in anticipation as he looked at her kneeling in front of him. Her gaze was filled with desire that was easy to read, the smudges of black mascara beneath long eyelashes making her eyes seem an even lighter shade of blue. They sparkled under the fluorescent light, mesmerizing him when he realized all that want was directed at him.