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My hands slide under her dress and she urges me on by lifting her hips. A moan escapes her when I find my way into her panties and push my fingers inside of her. She gasps as I pump my fingers harder, drawing a needy moan from her lips.
“Fuck, Juliette. You have no idea what you to do me,” I groan.
“I think I have some idea,” she pants.
I grunt, shifting my other hand between us to undo my jeans. Juliette arches upward to give me room and my eyes widen in concern when her head bangs against the roof. We both laugh at that. My hands leave her panties as I move to tug her dress over her head. She tugs at my shirt but I’m too distracted by the sight of her near-naked body. My eyes travel down to the lacy red underwear she’s wearing.
“You’re so beautiful, Firefly,” I say almost reverently.
I lean forward and kiss her collarbone before curling a lock of her brown hair around my finger. My other hand moves down to her breasts and she moans when I squeeze one through her bra. She starts unbuttoning my shirt and our movements grow more frantic as the ache between us increases. My kisses turn into soft bites while Juliette claws at my chest to get my shirt open.
My attention turns to her breasts and I tug her bra down to free one. My mouth encases the hardened nipple and Juliette shudders in response. A tight ball of need grows in the pit of my stomach when she rolls her ass over my arousal. I groan, sucking her nipple harder.
She lifts her hips, presumably to help me out of my jeans, when her ass meets the steering wheel, setting the horn off. Juliette snorts while I tug her forward.
“This is so much harder than they make it seem in movies.” She pouts.
I grin as I free myself from my jeans and boxers.
Juliette tilts her head in confusion for a second. Her expression is immediately overtaken with lust when I push her panties aside and guide my hips forward. I rest my forehead on hers, inhaling softly as I push into her. A hiss escapes my teeth while Juliette lowers onto me, moaning as I fill her up.
She begins riding me and I place kisses on her lips as she writhes in my lap. My fingers dig into her hips, pushing her down onto me in amazing rhythm. Her nails sink into my shoulders, making me groan and thrust harder. Her hips quicken to meet mine and we fall into a sweaty, breathless tangle of limbs as the entire world fades away.
I press one hand to the window, my spine tingling as an urgent pressure begins to build inside me. She hasn’t come yet, though, and I reach up to tweak one of her nipples.
“Let go, beautiful,” I murmur. It’s the trigger she needs and she immediately comes with a strangled cry.
I’m right behind her as pleasure cascades through me. Juliette clings to me as I continue to drive into her, drawing out our release. Her name escapes my lips and my lips tremble as I finish inside of her. She slumps against me and I hold her like she’s the only solid thing in the world. My fingers trail up and down her bare thighs right before I tilt her chin up and kiss her. She tastes so fucking good. Her hand rests against my chest for a second and she smiles appreciatively while climbing off me and into the passenger seat.
We both get dressed without saying a word, although we do share a few grins as we catch each other’s eye. I start the car once we’re decent and drive down the road to our house. Juliette lets out a tiny yawn, leaning further into the seat. She turns to look at me.
“We never did get to talk,” she says sleepily.
“About?”
“You and me. Are we exclusive? Are we together or not?”
“We’re together,” I bite out.
I glance at her long enough to see her smile. “Yeah, I like that.”
By the time we arrive at my home, she’s already fast asleep. I lift her into my arms and carry her to the guest room she’s been sleeping in. It hits me then that I’ve never actually spent any time with her in my room.
Deep down, I know why. That bedroom is full of memories of my late wife. Guilt pushes its way into my heart at the thought of her. My conscience is warning me against trying to find any form of comfort or happiness.
I’m sorry, Kathy. But… I want to move on.
* * *
“The ballroom,”I say through gritted teeth, gesturing in the direction of the wing of the mansion they would need to go to.
I had hoped the men would be able to do this job without me having to point things out but it seems they need my help with even the simplest tasks. The noise must be louder than I thought because Mason comes padding down the stairs in his pajamas a second later.
“Dad?” he asks, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
“Hey, Ironman. Sleep well?”
He nods. “What’s going on?”
