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I lick my lips and smile back as she falls into her car and pulls out of the parking lot.
**
Trying to get some rest before I have to get Juliet was damn near impossible. The thought of having her again made me toss and turn. All I could picture was her in my house— in my bed—with her cocoa-colored hair sprawled across my pillows and her soft, milky skin wrapped in my sheets. In my arms.
Groaning, I push my dick down, trying to alleviate some of its growing stiffness, then swing my legs over the edge of my bed and stand. Walking to my closet, I call out. “Frank!”
As Frank appears in the doorway, I flip through my clothes and settle on a simple white button-up with a navy blazer and matching slacks. “Sir?”
I turn to face him. “I have company coming tonight. Can you let the chef know to leave dinner in the kitchen, then you can take the rest of the day off?”
He gives me a curt nod. “Of course. Would you like your sheets changed before I go?”
“Please.”
He nods again. “I’ll do it as soon as you’re finished. Do you need anything?”
I shake my head. “I’m good. Thank you.”
He spins on his heel with a smile and exits my room.
Moving out of the closet, I hit the switch on the wall to open the blinds wanting to let the last remnants of sunlight in. Since I’m on the top floor, I don’t have to worry about someone walking by and seeing me inside. Not like I would care anyway. I pad into the bathroom, flip on my shower, and then hang my suit on the hook by the sink before taking my clothes off. Once the water is warm, I step inside and let it run down my body.
Sleeping with Juliet on my mind wasn’t easy, so I don’t know why I thought my shower would be, but at least now I can do something about it. If I don’t, I’m liable to fuck her as soon as my eyes meet hers when I pick her up. Sliding my hand along my body, I let my fingers glide down over every ridge of my stomach till I hit my dick.
Gripping myself, I let my head fall forward and rest it on the cool tile of the shower. I squeeze harder, then stroke myself to the tip while imagining Juliet. Her pouty lips, the flare of her beautifully wide hips, and any and every imperfection—as she calls them—that is perfect in my eyes. I think about how her perky tits bounced above me as she rode me and the way her fingers danced across her pussy as I told her to show me what she liked. Every tiny detail has been filed away in my mind.
“Fuck,” I let out, pumping myself faster as the water heats my skin even more.
Pictures of her with a collar around her neck and my spit on her tongue flip behind my eyelids. The way her brown eyes shined and her cheeks flushed pink with arousal comes next, and I’m sent over the edge. I fist my cock one last time, then shoot my seed onto the shower’s floor and let it run down the drain with the water.
A relieved sigh leaves me with my release, but I know the feeling won’t last long. As soon as I see Juliet, I know my body will be kicked back into overdrive.
If it’s even possible, I feel I want her more now than I did before.
