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CHAPTER THREE
The driveto my house isn’t long, but even after being in the car for less than five minutes, I can see her nervousness start to build again. Her thigh twitches as she bounces her knee, she twiddles her thumbs repeatedly in her lap and keeps shifting in her seat.
“You okay?”
She glances at me and nods quickly. “Yeah. I’m good.”
“You sure?” I laugh. “You seem nervous.”
Letting out a breath, she turns in her seat to face me. “It’s because I am nervous. Before—when you came in—I really didn’t have time to process in a sense. Everything just… happened. Now though…” She trails off for a moment, shaking her head. “Now I know what’s coming and I have butterflies in my stomach, and I can’t figure out if they’re the good kind or the bad kind—”
As she continues talking, I veer off the road and turn into an empty parking lot.
“—I keep trying to picture how things are going to go. Like, what if we get to your place and the lighting is terrible and you change your mind because you see more of my flaws? Or what if I say something wrong—”
I lean over the console of my car after I park and cup her face then press my lips to hers for a second. “You’re rambling,” I whisper.
She lets out a breath between our mouths. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry for the feelings you have.”
Pulling her face from my hands, she grips my wrist. “This is still so fucking bizarre, Reed. You understand that, right? Three days ago, I was just living my life how I always do, then all of a sudden you come in, and now I’m here.” She spreads her arms out in front of her.
“I wouldn’t call it bizarre. Have you never gone after something you want in life? That’s all this is sweet girl.”
Her lips form a hard line as she shakes her head. “See, that’s what gets me. I still don’t understand why me.”
I tip my head and study her silently for a moment. “The real question is why not. Look at yourself,” I motion down her body. “You’re beautiful, Juliet.”
She opens her mouth to speak again, but I cut her off with another kiss. Clearly, my words don’t register with her the way I would like, and as much as I’m willing to tell her every day how beautiful she is, I can’t help myself right now. I’d rather show her.
The moment I saw her in that dress and her lips stained red, my dick strained against my slacks. It took everything in me not to tear her clothes off right there in the middle of her apartment complex and fuck her the way I know she likes.
As I slip my tongue into her mouth, she grips either side of my face. It’s as if she’s done talking as much as I am. I move my hand over the console and lay it on her knee. Immediately, I can feel goosebumps break out across her skin. I inch lower and push my fingers under the hem of her dress.
Sliding my knuckles up her thigh, her breath hitches and becomes unstable. “Spread your legs for me, sweet girl.”
She nods and does as I instruct. Opening her knees, she sinks further into the seat, never breaking our kiss. I hook my fingers into the seam of her panties that rest where her thigh meets her hip, then move them to her mound. The small tuft of hair from last night is gone, and smooth skin is in its place.
Dipping lower, I skid my fingers through her slit. “I knew you’d be wet for me.”
She moans and tugs me closer. “Fuck, Reed.”
I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and bite it gently. “Tell me what you want.”
Pulling back slightly, she levels her eyes with mine. “You.”
“Say it the right way, Juliet.”
She swallows and closes her eyes for a second before opening them again. “I want you, Mr. Taylor.”
I kiss her nose. “Good girl.”
Using my thumb and middle finger, I spread her folds and use my pointer to circle her clit. Her head falls back into the seat, and her knees go even wider. With every stroke of my finger, I keep my eyes on her. Her tits strain against the fabric of her dress with every breath she takes, the vein in her neck throbs, and her mouth never closes. It stays open in a silent O accentuating her red lips.
Drifting further down, I push two fingers inside of her and keep my thumb positioned on her clit. Slowly, I strum my digits as deep in her pussy as I can, curling my fingertips, and applying more pressure to the ball of nerves under my thumb. Her hands rake up her sides and she grips her boobs, pinching her nipples through her dress.
“Please don’t stop!” She whines.
