Star-Crossed(70)

“Wellings!”

Romeo looked across the Cellar, seeing Clay holding up his hands expectantly, and he groaned under his breath.

“Your boyfriend’s calling,” Jules said in a singsong voice.

A half sob of exhaustion slipped out of him. In an attempt to look for some hidden reserve of strength, Romeo said, “I’m playing sensei tonight.” Jules narrowed light eyes at him, a smirk tugging at her lips before she said,

“Fine.”

“Really?” Romeo said, feeling very awake all of a sudden when he thought of Jules on the mat with him.

“Are we doing this?” Clay called out once more, his voice echoing across the room like the growl of an angry bear. “’Cause we ain’t getting any younger!” Romeo rolled his eyes and sulked off. “Speaking of being uke.”

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He heard Jules’s laugh, but he refused to turn back to her because the choice between jujitsu with Clay or talking to Jules was a no-brainer. Romeo remembered now why his grappling was weak. He fucking hated it. There was no flash in jujitsu and wrestling. It was a completely different kind of fighting than what Romeo loved, but he knew he needed to at least be decent at it because he couldn’t always rely on his strength and speed to deliver a win. The loss to Clay would never stop eating at him.

He couldn’t even look at his bio online without getting twitchy over his new 16-1-0

record.

Of course, that loss was the reason he’d met Jules, and he couldn’t regret that, even if there was a nasty stain on his record.

Thinking of meeting Jules later gave him the surge of energy he needed. If nothing else, Romeo was good at crawling out of the ashes and recovering from whatever blow life dealt him. He’d lost once, but not again. He hated jujitsu, but he’d master it because that was what was required to come out on top and that’s where Romeo intended to be.

“Okay, let’s do this.” He rolled his shoulders as he walked up to Clay. “You’re going down, Powers. I’m officially tired of being your bitch on this mat.” 180





Chapter Twelve

If Romeo ever got sick of fighting, Jules would gladly hire him to clean under her desk on bad days. The man had a gift for it, and Jules was so glad she’d decided to meet him despite being unnaturally tired. Work had been stressful. This week had been one of those that brought home the fact that she worked three jobs. Adam had a wife with the flu and had to take leave. Jules had been filling in on dispatch so Harvey could take over Adam’s shifts. The law office was getting busier and busier as tax refunds started rolling in, and the Cellar always kept her moving.

She needed more than a quickie with Romeo, which is what the two of them had been reduced to for the past few weeks. She knew she could stay at the Cellar until three in the morning and Wyatt would never notice. She did have countless hours of law work to catch up on, but this felt more important. Connecting with Romeo was like a vitamin for her soul, and it was exactly what she needed.

Sprawled out on the desk, with her legs draped over Romeo’s shoulders, Jules put her hands above her head and gripped the wood as he ran his tongue over her wet, quivering pussy.

“Use your fingers too.” She panted, already halfway there. When Romeo did as told, pushing one thick finger inside her and curving it upward until he found her sweet spot, Jules’s back arched and she cried out, “Fuck!” It felt so good. She writhed under the ecstasy of his mouth until her skin was dewy with sweat, but still she wanted more. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her as she rose to that amazing precipice Romeo always helped her find so easily. Almost there, she stopped fighting for the climax and hovered on the edge of oblivion because she needed all of him.





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“In me,” she moaned, her breathing a tremor of bliss. “Please, Romeo.” He completely ignored her, tormenting her with his mouth and hands instead.

Sucking on her clit, pushing a second finger deep inside her throbbing body. She started shaking under the onslaught. Then he palmed one tit with his other hand, his thumb and forefinger playing with the sensitive nipple, forcing Jules to climax against her will.

Alone in the Cellar, she allowed herself to actually scream when the pleasure burst free, crashing over her with a rush of ecstasy. Romeo let her ride out the tempest, licking and sucking at her clit as the bliss pulsed through her until she was suddenly in sensory overload.

“Too much!” She wheezed, using her hold on his hair to wrench his head away from her. “Too intense. Sensitive.”

Romeo didn’t complain, just leaned up and ran his lips over the flat plane of her stomach. He bit playfully at her hip bone and palmed both of her tits with his big hands, making her moan and bow back on the desk from the aftershock his touch caused.