strands slide through her fingers. “I’m hurting I need it so bad.” That must have worked, because Romeo leaned into her once more, crushing her against the door. His other hand wrapped around her back, pressing her to him until she could feel the hard outline of his dick through his suit. He buried his face in the curve of her neck once more, licking and kissing, making Jules shift against him at the dance of ecstasy from those simple caresses.
Impatient, she started tugging at his jacket. Once she got it over his broad shoulders, Romeo shrugged it off and tossed it carelessly to the ground. Then Jules worked on his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons when he kissed her again.
This time his need was scorching, overwhelming to the point that Jules was consumed by it. His tongue pushed into her mouth, hard and possessive. His hands ran up her back and then pulled down the zipper to her dress. The straps slid to her upper arms, the material pooling in the front to expose the low-cut, black lace of her bra.
The clothes were a major nuisance, and they were frustrating the hell out of Jules.
Romeo had on entirely too much, and she finally pushed away from him to resume the work of undressing him. She loosened his tie and then pulled it over his head, before tossing it aside to rest on top of his suit jacket. She worked quickly, efficiently pulling one button after another free and then jerking his shirt out of the waistband of his pants to finish the job.
Romeo wasn’t content to stand idly by while Jules stripped him down. He pushed the straps of her dress past her arms until the material bunched at her waist. Jules
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stopped the work on his shirt to push her dress off and made a move to finish undressing him, but he stopped her.
“Shhh.” Romeo grabbed both of her hands. His large fingers wrapped around her wrists as he pinned her against the door, trapping her. “Lemme just look at you for a second.”
Jules’s breathing was rapid. Her heart was beating fast and furious against her chest, but she didn’t fight his hold. The pause let her feel just how desperate the longing really was. The echo of her heartbeat throbbed between her legs, and she curved into him instinctively as he stared at her body, searing her skin with the passion in his hot gaze.
“You’re beautiful, Juliet.” He groaned, still studying her in front of him wearing nothing but sexy, black lingerie and high heels.
She couldn’t find a way to respond. She was mesmerized with how he looked standing there, restraining her hands. His shirt hung open, showing off the smooth, tanned contours of his powerful chest and the ridges of his hard abdominal muscles.
She felt like she was going up in flames, burning with the need to touch and feel everything all at once. She shifted again and tugged halfheartedly against his hold on her wrists, but the truth was she didn’t fight too hard. A part of Jules liked the idea of being held down by this big, powerful fighter who made her feel soft and feminine in a way she usually didn’t. As out of character as it was, she savored being forced to wait and ache for him, feeling every nuance of breath while she fought for sanity.
The very air crackled with the sexual energy vibrating between them. One wrong move threatened to set off a chain of events that could destroy what they both were before this moment—the danger, the lust, it was intoxicating. She’d lie to herself later, but in that moment she felt it, the fabric of her life being ripped open by this beautiful man, and all she did was stand there enjoying the ruin.
When he did let go of her hands, it was only to reach behind her and undo her bra.
He pulled it off impatiently, making it obvious his attempt at slow indulgence had 52
failed. He tossed the bra aside, his gaze landing on her bare tits, making Jules’s nipples pucker in anticipation. He bent down as his hands ran up her bare back, forcing her to curve into him.
Impatient, she started tugging at his jacket. Once she got it over his broad shoulders, Romeo shrugged it off and tossed it carelessly to the ground. Then Jules worked on his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons when he kissed her again.
This time his need was scorching, overwhelming to the point that Jules was consumed by it. His tongue pushed into her mouth, hard and possessive. His hands ran up her back and then pulled down the zipper to her dress. The straps slid to her upper arms, the material pooling in the front to expose the low-cut, black lace of her bra.
The clothes were a major nuisance, and they were frustrating the hell out of Jules.
Romeo had on entirely too much, and she finally pushed away from him to resume the work of undressing him. She loosened his tie and then pulled it over his head, before tossing it aside to rest on top of his suit jacket. She worked quickly, efficiently pulling one button after another free and then jerking his shirt out of the waistband of his pants to finish the job.
Romeo wasn’t content to stand idly by while Jules stripped him down. He pushed the straps of her dress past her arms until the material bunched at her waist. Jules
51
stopped the work on his shirt to push her dress off and made a move to finish undressing him, but he stopped her.
“Shhh.” Romeo grabbed both of her hands. His large fingers wrapped around her wrists as he pinned her against the door, trapping her. “Lemme just look at you for a second.”
Jules’s breathing was rapid. Her heart was beating fast and furious against her chest, but she didn’t fight his hold. The pause let her feel just how desperate the longing really was. The echo of her heartbeat throbbed between her legs, and she curved into him instinctively as he stared at her body, searing her skin with the passion in his hot gaze.
“You’re beautiful, Juliet.” He groaned, still studying her in front of him wearing nothing but sexy, black lingerie and high heels.
She couldn’t find a way to respond. She was mesmerized with how he looked standing there, restraining her hands. His shirt hung open, showing off the smooth, tanned contours of his powerful chest and the ridges of his hard abdominal muscles.
She felt like she was going up in flames, burning with the need to touch and feel everything all at once. She shifted again and tugged halfheartedly against his hold on her wrists, but the truth was she didn’t fight too hard. A part of Jules liked the idea of being held down by this big, powerful fighter who made her feel soft and feminine in a way she usually didn’t. As out of character as it was, she savored being forced to wait and ache for him, feeling every nuance of breath while she fought for sanity.
The very air crackled with the sexual energy vibrating between them. One wrong move threatened to set off a chain of events that could destroy what they both were before this moment—the danger, the lust, it was intoxicating. She’d lie to herself later, but in that moment she felt it, the fabric of her life being ripped open by this beautiful man, and all she did was stand there enjoying the ruin.
When he did let go of her hands, it was only to reach behind her and undo her bra.
He pulled it off impatiently, making it obvious his attempt at slow indulgence had 52
failed. He tossed the bra aside, his gaze landing on her bare tits, making Jules’s nipples pucker in anticipation. He bent down as his hands ran up her bare back, forcing her to curve into him.
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