I needed him as desperately as I needed oxygen to breathe, I knew that more than anything else in that instant.
“I’m so glad I didn’t come.” I turned, a slow smile curving my lips.
“Why’s that?” He grinned, wrapping his hand around my neck and pulling me in for a gentle kiss.
“Now you own my only orgasm.”
His lips paused, hovering against mine, one eyebrow shooting into his hairline. “Tell me I didn’t just give you your first orgasm?”
I nodded, heat radiating up my chest. “Yes, sir.”
“Sweet Jesus, Juliette.” He rested his forehead against mine, soft breaths of air parting his beautiful lips. “You have no idea what you're doing to me.”
“Then tell me.” I half whispered, half begged.
“How about I show you?” He growled, pulling me into his arms and walking straight out the door and down the curving staircase.
“Where are we going?” I giggled, hands wrapped around his neck. When we were this close, his woodsy, sweet scent surrounded me, made me feel consumed by his love.
“Home.” The word vibrated from his chest, laced with meaning I was far too ill-equipped to comprehend at that moment.
“Well, Prime Minister, I hate to break it to you, but I have this really hard-ass boss who won’t let me skip work tomorrow.”
“We’re not skipping work.” He nodded when we reached the bottom of the stairway, gesturing Locke to the vehicle. I shifted, making sure the hemline of my dress was down so Locke wouldn’t get a view he hadn’t bargained for tonight. “We’ll go in together.”
“Excuse me?” My eyebrows shot up.
He set me on my feet once we reached the open door of the car. Cupping my face in his palms, he looked down at me, eyes warm and staring into my very soul. “You’re going home with me tonight. I told you, Juliette, I’m keeping you.”
SIX
Bryce
I traced the sweet lips of the woman I’d quickly found myself head over heels for.
This wasn’t new; this had been simmering. I’d been dancing around my desire for Juliette since the first day she’d started at the office. It had felt like a long time coming. I wanted her in my home, in my bed, wrapped up in every spare corner of my life. I wanted to move her stuff in with my stuff, share coffee and watch the news with her in the morning, then fall asleep buried so deep inside her every night that we’d lose count of where she ended and I began.
I pressed the pad of my thumb to the rapidly firing heartbeat at her throat. The heartbeat that matched the very pounding coursing through my own veins right now. Leaning in, I dusted my nose along the shell of her ear and whispered, “Veux-tu coucher avec moi ce soir?”
She sucked in one long, ragged breath, her fingers curling around the shirt collar at my neck, her legs nearly buckling under her. Pressing her against me, I placed a kiss on her forehead and murmured, “I’ve got you.”
Juliette pushed up on her tiptoes, hands against my skin, our lips pressing together in a kiss that rocked me to the marrow of my bones. If there was ever any doubt she wanted this, us, it was gone. With one kiss, she told me all the things we weren’t saying, all the things our hearts were piecing together in the form of soft touches and hungry kisses.
“I'm ready.” She smiled against my lips.
“Good, beautiful. I am too.” I lifted her into the back seat, closing the door behind us and hauling her into my lap. Thankfully, the privacy screen was up, blocking Locke’s view of us in the back seat, because it wasn’t very professional. In fact, it was a lot closer to hormonal teenager. But since I’d skipped most of those moments, I decided to make a point of living them right now, with her.
“I can’t wait to have you in my bed.”
“I can’t wait to be underneath you.”
My hands pushed up her dress, clutching at the silky flesh of her beautiful ass. I’d been fisting my dick in my hand and jerking off to this beautiful woman since day one, and finally, she was in my hands. Every soft inch of her pressed against all my hard angles felt like the greatest achievement I’d ever accomplished.
It was only a few minutes later, and Locke was pulling up outside my home, a five-bedroom mansion that sat on the winding river. By the time Locke was opening the back door, I’d pulled Juliette's dress down, making her perfectly presentable, even though it was well after eleven at night and only a sliver of moon lit the landscape.
“Thanks. See you in the morning?”
“Have a good night, sir.” Locke nodded, expression unwavering.
Within a minute, Juliette and I were climbing the stairs to the second floor and kissing our way through the door of the master suite. She kicked her shoes off, and I lifted her onto the bed, my hands drawing down her zipper as soft sighs shuddered past her gorgeous lips.