“It doesn’t look like it.” Jules studied his bloodshot eyes, making the green stand out vibrantly against his tan skin. “You wanna talk about it?”
“No, I wanna love you instead.” Romeo ran his hands up the curve of her waist to her breasts, cupping them in both hands through her business suit as he looked down at her. The frown line between his eyes deepened. “What’re you wearing today?” Jules giggled. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s just…different.”
“Wyatt and I have this thing, like a birthday tradition,” Jules explained, shaking her head and laughing again. “It’s complicated, but I wore it for him. You know, to tone myself down a little. Be the sister he always wanted.”
“I think I like you better naked,” Romeo said very diplomatically.
Jules gave him a teasing smile. “That can definitely be arranged.”
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Tino had lied to Romeo. Johnnie Walker won’t hurt you. That was the biggest piece of bullshit he’d ever heard in his life, because he had a headache pounding at his temples that had spots dancing in his vision since he’d woken up.
Having Jules in his bed was like a breath of fresh air, soothing his injured soul and forcing the headache to fade to the background. He threw himself into loving her like it might be his last time, and he wasn’t going to let a hangover stop him from savoring one of the truly good things in his life.
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He ran his lips over her body until she was flushed and writhing for more. He savored the way she sounded when she was breathless with want. There was something so incredibly sexy about a woman as proud and fierce as Jules begging for more.
“Come on.” Jules’s fingers tightened in his hair, pushing his head lower. “I ain’t got all day. Do it.”
He licked her belly button, letting his tongue delve in before he lifted his gaze and grinned at her. “What’d you want?”
She moaned, her chest heaving, her gaze trained on his mouth. “Lick me. Use your fingers. I don’t care, just make me come.”
He grinned. “Say please.”
“It’s my birthday.” She was almost whining with need. When Romeo didn’t instantly relent, she huffed. “Please.”
Romeo slid lower. He fell between her legs to spread her folds and suck greedily on her clit. Jules bucked beneath him, her back bowing as a cry of pleasure burst out of her. The sound went straight to his dick, making it jerk against the sheets with need, and he decided right then he needed her to come fast.
He worked first one, then two fingers into her, all the while sucking and licking her clit while Jules’s head tossed against the bed and her hands tugged at his hair in her mindlessness. He could feel her shaking, reaching for the release as low, feral moans of bliss burst out of her. Then she stiffened, quivering under the onslaught, his name slipping past her lips, and Romeo could actually feel the pulse of her orgasm as her pussy milked his fingers.
Christ, this woman turned him on.
It never waned. It never got old or boring. If anything, things got more intense and exciting. She was tempting enough to make throwing a fight and retiring from a career he loved seem like the sacrifice might be worth it. Romeo had always known surviving
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life was harder than quitting in the name of honor. Dying for something was easy, but Romeo was starting to realize he loved Jules enough to actually live for her.
Fuck pride and integrity if it meant he got to spend the rest of his days in bed with Jules, loving and fucking her until he passed out in her arms. He’d do anything to hold on to the feeling he had right now, even bow down to Frankie.
Jules was still shaking, little jolts of pleasure racking her body as Romeo crawled over her and reached for the nightstand. He grabbed the condom near the lamp, then sat back on his haunches and ripped it open.
Jules sat up, looking like a goddess with her silky, golden-blonde hair flowing over her shoulders. She wrapped a hand around his neck and tugged him forward, kissing him boldly. She pushed her tongue past his lips, tasting herself on him.
He groaned, falling forward, taking Jules with him until he was over her, one hand supporting all his weight as Jules kissed him in a way that made him feel like he was going to blow right there.
“I gotta do this,” he said against her lips, reminding himself of the condom, still sticky between his fingers. “You’re distracting me.” She reached down, grasping his cock, stroking him. Romeo’s eyes fell closed under the rush of pleasure. He realized this was her way of trying to help, but all she was doing was making the surge of lust pound through his system stronger and more overpowering with each passing moment.