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When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she glanced over her shoulder, like she was making sure he was still watching her. Then she turned and went up the stairs.
Holy fuck.
Did she…
Did she want him to follow her?
The way he had at Thanksgiving?
Fuck yes.
He hoped that was what she was indicating.
Glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, Orlando sauntered out of the kitchen and down the hallway. No one seemed to notice. It only took a few minutes to follow Juliet up the stairs as quickly as he could.
This is stupid. Reckless.
Hot as fuck.
Just a kiss, he decided. Something quick. A moment to hold her the way he truly wanted to. Then they’d go back downstairs and join everyone else. It wouldn’t take more than a minute.
That was safe enough.
Then, when they got home, he’d spank her for torturing him this way before fucking the living daylights out of her. Between those two things he’d tie her to his bed, just because he liked it. He took the last few steps two at a time.
The hallway was empty when he got upstairs, but there was one door at the very end of the hall that was open. Not the bathroom. The guest bedroom. The one that used to be Juliet’s room.
His pulse quickened as he went to the end of the hall and pushed the door open.
“Took you long enough.” Juliet grabbed him by his lapels and pulled him inside, kicking the door shut behind him, before going up on her tiptoes to plant her lips on his.
* * *
Juliet
Finally.Hot need and a sense of happy satisfaction swept over Juliet in a wave as she kissed Orlando.
She felt whole again, as if she’d been missing a piece of herself and had just been reunited with it. She also felt really fucking horny and really fucking relieved that Orlando had shown up. Otherwise, she would have been walking around the Christmas Eve gathering with a plug in her ass for no good reason.
“Fuck… we can’t be long,” he murmured, pulling his lips away from hers just enough that he was able to talk. “We need to get back downstairs. I can’t wait till we can go back to my place, but I have to put in an appearance for a bit.”
Oh hell no. She’d waited long enough and she was not going to wait one second more. Besides, she’d had fantasies about having sex with Orlando in this room. Sure, it didn’t have the same furniture as when it had been her room, and all her decorations had been taken down to make way for bland, guest room art, but it was still her old room.
It counted.
Fortunately, she’d come prepared.
“I have a plug in my ass,” she whispered back.
Resist that, Orlando.
From the low groan that immediately shuddered through his body, she knew he wasn’t going to be able to. She was going to get what she wanted.
“You are one hellacious brat,” he muttered, his hands sliding over her ass, dipping under her skirt. She knew what he was looking for. Whimpered with desire when he found it, her hard nipples pressing against his chest through the fabric of their clothes as the tips of his fingers moved over the base of the plug. “Fuck me.”
“No, fuckme, Sir.” She moved her hips against him, feeling the hard ridge of his cock digging into her stomach, tipping her head back to offer up her lips.
“Oh, little rose, I’m going to. I’m going to take everything you’re offering. Come if you can.”
