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One hand cupped his ass, her fingernails digging into muscled flesh as she smiled teasingly. “You sure this turns you on?” she asked, though she knew it did.

Romeo nodded mutely when his voice had abandoned him. His cock jerked with anticipation, and Jules noticed. She cupped the length of his hard dick, her fingers

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wrapping around him and stroking in a way that had him squeezing his eyes shut from the surge of molten pleasure it caused. It was almost too much, and a part of him wanted to fight against losing himself completely. It felt like he couldn’t ache any harder or hunger any more.

Then she put her mouth on him.

Already lost, the desire to stop the inevitable was replaced with something much more carnal. He fought against the blinding ecstasy to watch, keeping his gaze trained on her despite the heaviness. He needed to see it, those lush lips wrapped around his cock. Jules’s eyes were closed, dark eyelashes resting on her cheeks, her mouth stretched wide as she took him deeper, and Romeo couldn’t help but thread a hand through her wet hair and hold her to him. Seeing a strong, powerful woman like Jules on her knees for him… It was amazing he didn’t black out from the rush.

He used his back to block the spray from hitting Jules, still refusing to release his hold on her hair. Then he stood there, savoring the indulgence as the steam clouded up and made everything feel like a fantasy come to life. Romeo set the pace while Jules’s hand and mouth worked him, making the pull of pleasure tingle in the pit of his stomach. The want between them raged too hot after so long apart, and it was doing away with his self-restraint.

The flames of ecstasy started to lick up his spine, spreading to arms and making his abdominal muscles clench with the need for release. He fought it, desperate to live in this moment forever. He wanted it to last, but his body had other ideas. That pull started to become more insistent as Jules sucked and stroked him with the same hard-driving intensity she did everything in life. No matter how desperately he fought it, he was going to come again—hard.

“Stop.” His voice was low with need as he tugged on Jules’s hair. “Come here, baby.”

“I wanted it.” Jules panted, giving him a look of genuine disappointment.



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Romeo didn’t doubt that. Any woman who liked watching a guy jerk off as much as Jules did probably enjoyed tasting it. Still he tugged her arm, fighting for a better grasp on words as he forced her to her feet. She looked ready to tell him off, which turned him on even more because her feistiness was part of her appeal, but they didn’t have the time to fight about it.

“Not yet.” Romeo cupped her face with both his hands and tugged her close until they were sharing the same air. “Later. I promise.” A coherent explanation was beyond him, so he kissed her before she could disagree. Instead of struggle, Jules kissed him back as if she couldn’t resist. Her fingers ran through his hair, tugging the strands as she stood on her toes to bring their bodies into more intimate contact.

He liked the feel of Jules’s tits, taut and firm, pressed against his chest, and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her, holding her tight. He was Italian; hugging was like air to him, and having Jules in his arms felt like coming home.

Then she hugged him back, lean, cut arms coming around his back and holding tightly as if she needed the cuddling as much as he did. They stopped kissing and curled into each other. Jules’s face pressed against his shoulder. His cheek rested on top of her head as the labored breathing of both of them echoed over the thrum of water against the tiles.

First the car, now this, Romeo wanted a bed, but he couldn’t wait. They’d make it to the bed eventually, but now he was so overcome with emotion he needed to bond with her more deeply than a hug. Jules gasped when he suddenly lifted her up, but she recovered quickly by hooking her legs around him.

She grunted from the force he used to fall against the back wall of the shower. Any other woman and he would’ve panicked over hurting her, but Jules was strong, so solid and utterly fuckable he almost couldn’t breathe past the desperation. He needed to be in this woman like flowers needed sunshine to grow. He’d been slowly dying for years

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and hadn’t realized it until Jules walked up to him in Las Vegas and demanded to buy him dinner.

Jules’s fingers were back in his hair. Hard and demanding, she kissed him, using her hold to tilt his head and own his mouth. His cock was trapped between them, stiff as steel, aching again despite just coming in the car. Jules’s other hand slipped between their straining bodies. She grabbed his dick, her fingers tightening around the base and tugging, almost painfully. It was just how he liked it, and he knew she’d been paying attention during their video chats, learning him even if they’d been far apart.