“So what’s on the menu tonight, Prime Minister Gallagher?” The sexy lilt in her voice was meant to drive me crazy, I knew it.
“Oyster and asparagus truffle gnocchi.” I shot her a wink. “Thought I’d hedge my bets on the aphrodisiacs.”
Her soft giggle was like a bird’s song on my ears. “Prime Minister, you’re kind of a sure bet.”
My heart shuddered to a halt.
I was completely done for with this one.
FIVE
Juliette
Bryce’s hands slid up my waist, strong, powerful hands spread so wide it felt like he was consuming me.
Just one glance from him was like a nuclear bomb to my chest cavity. It’d been hard as hell to stuff down a delicious Italian dinner because sitting across from him caused everything but the small area between my thighs to shut down.
“I’m so damn glad you said yes.” His throaty voice whispered at my ear and sent a lightning bolt straight to my clit.
“Looking back, I’m not sure I had much of a choice.” I teased, pushing a hand behind his head and into his hair.
He pressed my back to the hard wall of his chest, one palm spreading across my abdomen and moving farther south, centimeter by centimeter. “You didn't have a choice.” He skimmed my pelvis, sliding a hand down my thigh until his fingers caught in the short hem of my dress. “I would have found some way to convince you to see me.”
“I see you every day,” I murmured, my mind starting to fizzle, the touch of his hands almost unbearably arousing.
“Not like this, you don’t.” Bryce nipped at my earlobe as his fingers danced under my dress, sliding between my thighs. A soft moan fell from my lips when he locked my wrists behind me with one hand, forcing me into submission.
Violent strikes of lightning tore through my core as his hand slid closer and closer to my damp thighs. My panties were only a scrap of lace anyway…and were now a wet scrap of lace. Would he like me? Would I be good enough for him? Did I really have the ability to turn this man on?
“Oh God,” I whispered, every muscle in my body twitching with a wave of pleasure when his fingertips made contact with my lace-covered pussy. A low rumble burned past his lips as he worked small circles around my clit, causing soft shudders and pleas for more to empty out of me.
“I can smell how turned on you are for me, beautiful.” His words nearly ripped an orgasm from my willing body.
I sucked in shallow breaths, trying to form a single thought, when his thumb slipped under the elastic of my panties, fingering the little nub and causing my knees to bubble. His powerful body held me pinned against him, supporting me as he simultaneously brought me to my knees with his beautiful hands.
I would never be the same again.
My life would forever be thought of as before and after. Before my night with the prime minister, and the life that came after.
Even if we only ever had this, this would be enough. No one in my life had ever touched me so intimately, no one had made me feel so crazed with lust. Just knowing a man like him existed, was meant just for me, and was enough to fuel me far into the future.
“Been dreaming of what sound you’d make when you come, Juliette.” The way his tongue curled around my name was like a long, slow fuck. Delicious, leaving me needy for more. I could listen to him read legislative bills and die a happy woman. And then if he slipped in some French…sweet Jesus, there was no coming back from this man.
Bryce Gallagher was perfection.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night,” I confessed breathlessly.
His hand worked quicker circles as the lit-up skyline of Quebec sparkled back at us. “Oh, yeah?” His fingers quickened. “You were on my mind too.” His words tingled through me. “Tell me, did you make yourself come thinking of me?”
I clamped down on my lip, clutching at his hand as I tried to control my reaction to him. “No.”
I’d wanted to. God, how I’d wanted to, but something inside had told me to wait. Just wait.
I was so glad I’d waited.
“Next time, I want you to, sweet Juliette.” He pressed one finger to my entrance, sinking in slowly. “And then tell me about it.”
The combination of his thumb working deft figure eights at my clit and his finger sliding inside and stroking my bundles of nerves sent shockwaves coursing through me. My release pulsed, my toes curling and my brain shooting off into another time zone. In this reality, everything else ceased to exist. All that was real were his hands on me, his lips spouting his own form of erotic poetry, and his eyes doing that sparkling thing as they looked me up and down.
Everything about Bryce overwhelmed me to the core, and suddenly, I knew exactly what he meant when he’d said there was no going back for us. There wouldn’t be any going back for me either. No other man had ever had this effect on me—so primal, so raw, so deep-seated.