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When she finally comes back down, I plant kisses along her inner thighs and rock back on my heels, rising to my feet again behind her. She looks so fucking tempting, bent over and spread wide like that, dripping with desire. I want nothing more than to drop my pants and take her right here, right now.
Fuck.
Juliet presses her palms against the desktop, pushing herself up slowly as she struggles to catch her breath. I waste no time in spinning her around by her hips and stealing it. “Taste yourself,” I murmur against her lips, and she responds instantly by smashing her mouth against mine, sweeping her tongue inside to tangle with my own.
Damn she’s a good kisser. Maybe I’m way off base about the whole inexperience thing, and if that’s the case…
No.
I release Juliet’s lips with a loud pop, cupping her chin in a hand and sliding my thumb along her pouty lower lip. “You were so good for me, beautiful.”
Her eyes flare with silver in response to my praise, the hunger in them evident.
I’m barely holding on by a thread here.
She’s naked.
I’m hard.
She’s ready for more…
“Time to go,” I grind out, releasing Juliet and taking a step backwards before I do something stupid.
She blinks at me, lips pursing like she wants to say something. And honestly, if she asks me again if I’m gonna fuck her, I don’t think I’ll have the willpower to say no. Not with how blue my balls are right now.
I dig a hand into my pocket, retrieving my car keys and holding them up. “Wanna drive?”
It’s a distraction tactic that works. Juliet’s face lights up, an excited smile stretching her cheeks. Fuck she’s gorgeous when she smiles like that. It makes me want to try to earn that smile more often.
I toss her the keys, winking as she snatches them out of the air. “You’ve earned it.”
18
“Jules, you have to try this one!” Shay gushes, holding up a hanger with a white crochet bikini dangling from it.
Ashlyn peeks her head around from the other side of the clothing rack. “Ooh, totally,” she agrees. “I’ll bet a white swimsuit looks amazing against your skintone.”
I don’t need to be convinced- the bikini is totally my style. I eagerly grab the hanger from Shay and add it to the growing collection of swimwear already clutched in my hands. I still need to try them all on, but I have a feeling I’m going to be leaving with quite a few of these. The best part about shopping for swimsuits at the end of the season is that they’re all on sale- the boutique we’re at has three full racks of suits that are marked down to bargain prices.
I pluck another swimsuit off the rack, holding it out in front of me and tilting my head in consideration as I examine it closer. It’s a classic triangle top in black shimmery fabric with bottoms that tie at the hips to match.
“I’m not sure if you have the chest to fill that out, sweetie,” Tayla comments from behind me, and I fight to contain my eyeroll as I glance back at her over my shoulder.
“I think I’ve got just the right amount of cleavage to make it tasteful, actually,” I say, adding the suit to the others I’ve gathered to try on. I’m not even sure how much I like it, but now I’m considering it on principle alone. “It wouldn’t be cute for my boobs to be falling out of it,” I add. Because yeah, Tayla’s tits are always basically falling out of whatever she’s wearing. Even today, the amount of side boob she’s flashing in the gingham halter top she’s wearing is obscene.
I hear Shay chuckle quietly to herself and I lift my gaze to exchange a glance with her over the clothing rack, smirking.
“Whatever, I’m gonna go try these on,” Tayla huffs, spinning on a heel and whipping me with her bottle-blonde hair in the process. She struts away, arms full of swimsuits. “You coming, Kylie?” she calls over her shoulder.
Kylie shoots the three of us an exasperated look that has us all giggling as she heads off to follow Tayla to the fitting rooms.
“She’s pricklier than normal today,” I mumble in amusement as I move to the next clothing rack and start thumbing through it.
This shopping trip was supposed to be just Shay and I, but we ran into Kylie when we were leaving the packhouse and the self-proclaimed ‘shopaholic’ wanted to come with us. Next thing we knew, Ashlyn and Tayla were tagging along, too- though I can’t imagine why Tayla decided to join. She’s hasn’t exactly been subtle in expressing her distaste for me.
Ashlyn moves beside me, bumping me with her hip. “Girl, she saw you driving Alpha’s car through the pack’s compound the other day!” she whisper-shouts.
I decide to play it cool, continuing to flip through the swimsuits on the rack nonchalantly. “And?”
