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Good. Now she didn’t have to be jumpy all day. She gave him as flinty a look as she could when he was holding her face in his palm and making her feel all melty.
“You’d better.”
“I will.”
Still holding her chin firmly in his grasp, he lowered his lips to hers and gave her an extremely thorough kiss. Talk about melty. Juliet leaned into the kiss, the sensations curling through her all the way down to her toes.
Fuck he was going to mess with her head.
And her heart.
CHAPTER TWELVE
ORLANDO
Back to work during the week. Most things were still the same, and yet everything had changed.
First of all, his days now focused on his evenings, when he called Juliet. On Wednesday he actually went over and cooked dinner for her and Brooke. He had a feeling that Juliet was using Brooke’s presence partly to keep him at arm’s length, possibly to test how he would take it. He didn’t mind.
He knew it would take a bit to gain her trust.
And he enjoyed spending time with both of them. They were constantly bantering back and forth, in a way that let him learn a lot about Juliet. He learned a lot about Brooke too, but obviously Juliet was his focus. There were a lot of little things. Like the fact that she liked to read kinky historical romance. She watched movies and television more to look at the make-up than for the stories — which made sense, considering her profession. And she hated seeing her own work on the screen, so she didn’t want to watch anything she’d done the makeup for.
A quirk he found amusing and oddly endearing. Though, of course, he’d seen everything she’d ever worked on already. Because that was how he’d tortured himself over the past year and a half when he was keeping his distance from her. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t in the movies, her work was, and it was the closest he’d been able to be to her.
Yeah. Pathetic.
Which was why he was making the concerted effort now.
Despite the fact that they were stepsiblings and hiding it from their parents. Despite his sperm donor’s attempt to call him. Despite… well, everything. There were a million reasons he and Juliet shouldn’t work out, but he didn’t think he could stay away. Not anymore.
“Want to meet up at Black Light this weekend?” he asked, when she walked him out to the car. When she didn’t answer right away, he put up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “No pressure.”
He wasn’t going to push her either way.
“I want to scene again,” she said after a moment. “Saturday?”
Relief poured through him. Yeah, he’d be accepting of her answer, but the truth was trying to keep his hands off her was becoming more and more difficult. He wanted to get in the club with her again. Wanted to scene with her again.
Wanted to be able to fully be themselves again.
Even at her house, he could feel her holding back from him, and he understood… but it still made him want to strip back all those walls she was putting up around herself. And he sure as hell wanted to pay her back for some of the sass she’d mouthed off. But they weren’t there yet on a day-to-day level.
Black Light was different.
And at Black Light, they didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing them. Even now, standing out in the dark beside his car, there was part of him that was alert to every sound. That was listening for a nosy neighbor or a car coming down the street. That felt like he was doing something illicit.
Because, of course, he was.
But it didn’t feel that way at Black Light. No one there cared that they were stepsiblings. And they sure as hell didn’t have to worry about their parents showing up, or someone seeing them that would tell their parents. They were safe.
Kissing her out here on the street probably wasn’t the wisest idea, all things considered, and yet he didn’t want to leave without giving her one. So he pulled her into him, trusting to the darkness and lack of cars on the street to keep them safe, and kissed the hell out of her before pulling away.
“Saturday,” he agreed when he came up for air, his cock already thickening in anticipation. Yeah, he’d be jerking off when he got home. Probably while planning the scene in his head. “How… rough do you want to get?”
“You did pretty great last time, but I wouldn’t mind getting a little kinkier,” she said, leaning into him, her soft breasts flattening against his chest. They were so tightly pressed together that he could feel her shiver.
Yeah, she wanted something nasty.
