LOGINYou must be the man who has been working my Juliette so hard,” she said turning to face Louis.
“Her cooking is so good. I can’t help it. I want her around all the time,” Louis said with a smile. “I wish I could ride her harder, but I know art can’t be forced,” he teased. “Louis!” Juliette cried. “As her mother, I’m going to have to warn you, she seems awfully tired to me. You be nice, especially now that you are her brother,” Gloria said, but with an indulgent smile. “Excuse me, for a moment,” Juliette said and rose to leave the table. “I will as well,” Louis said, standing to accompany her. She looked confused. “It’s this way,” he said, and guided her by the elbow towards the lounge area where the restrooms were. The warmth of his hand on her body made her tingle. The skin beneath her blouse remembered those hands on her and she felt her chest tighten with desire. She tried to stop thinking about it, but she couldn’t see where she was going as thoughts jumbled around her brain. When she looked up, they were standing at the bar. The room was dimly lit and wood paneled. Louis ordered a scotch, then asked her what she wanted but she shook her head. “Make that two,” he said to the bartender, handing him a credit card. “I don’t want…” She started but he silenced her with a long, lingering kiss, pulling her to him tightly as if he would never let her go. The bartender placed their drinks on the bar, with the bill for Louis to sign, and left them alone. “Yes, you do. You want this,” Louis whispered, as he pulled away from her. “I’ve been wanting to do that since you left. And more since I saw you sitting there.” “You’re my brother. This is wrong!” Juliette moaned. “Stepbrother makes it less wrong, don’t you think? And, we didn’t know today. Though, Juliette,” he tipped her face to look at him, “even if I had known, as I do now, I would still want to do this.” He pulled her face towards him and kissed her again. She felt herself weaken. All the thoughts of the day had been about feeling him again and here he was holding her and kissing her and all she wanted was more. She melted into him and started kissing him back, feeling her hands pressed against his hard chest, feeling his hands roaming down her back and cupping her ass, the sharp intake of breath as he realized that she wasn’t wearing underwear. “Come with me,” he commanded. “We’ll be right back,” he called out to the bartender who glanced up as they walked away from untouched drinks. Louis walked her out of the restaurant and around to the back, by the parking lot. She didn’t resist. A small grove of trees hid a secluded spot against the back wall of the building. “How did you know about this place?” She asked, shocked to find herself in the back of the parking lot. “I used to work here as a teenager,” he replied, moving towards her. “No,” she said, trying to steal herself against her own desire. He lifted in an eyebrow. “You don’t wan’t to?” She didn’t respond. He pushed her against the wall and said, “Raise your skirt.” Her eyes widened with surprise, but without questioning her actions she leaned over to pull the hem of her skirt. She raised to her hips and then stopped. “You do this with all the girls, don’t you?” She asserted. “How many others have stood here with you? Do you care?” Her voice broke even as she stood there holding her skirt, helplessly wanting him. He looked surprised. “What?” “How many?” She choked back tears. “No one. I’ve always wanted to. That’s what’s fun. What’s this about? I’m not asking you about your past.” He stood and scrutinized her. “It’s not the same!” She hung her head, miserable with confusion. “Well, I could ask you…” He paused and looked more closely at her discomfort. “Wait… are you…I mean, were you…?” He looked concerned. She nodded and dropping her skirt began to cry. “Juliette, I am so sorry! I had no idea. You just seemed…I mean you are so sexy, I just figured,” he floundered. “When you looked so upset, I thought it was because we hadn’t used protection and that’s why you wanted to leave. But, you… You thought I didn’t care!” He was speaking to himself, slowly figuring it out, as she stood there, clutching her sides, trying to understand what he was saying. “Juliette, only you. Only you could make me behave that way. You make me lose my mind. Don’t you understand that I have never had sex in my office before? Do you think that’s what I’m like?” She shrugged. He laughed. “I don’t know if I should be insulted, but Juliette, you have to believe me that every morning I walk out into the kitchen and I see you and wish that I could take you by the hand and walk you back to bed with me.” He walked over to her and put his arms around her. The electricity between them sparked. She leaned her cheek against his chest, but when he leaned down to kiss her, she was as ready as he was. Their tongues sought each other, trying to reach every part of the other, until their hands started roaming across each other’s bodies. “Wait, I’m desperate for you Juliette,” he finally said, raggedly. He put his hand through his hair to try to calm himself. “I want you, but I need to show you how tenderly I want you first. Juliette can you forgive me for this afternoon? You deserve to feel special and I want to do that for you. Come over tonight, will you come with me?” He smiled at her. “But our parents…” She reminded him, though a smile had returned at the thought that she would be in his arms again, that she had perhaps not ruined everything in an impetuous moment this afternoon. “I think the polite thing to do, Juliette, would be to sit through dinner, for their sake. They don’t need to know everything. We certainly didn’t. And then, I can take you home and show you how I want to touch you. Right now I just want to devour you. Sitting next to you, I don’t know how I will keep my hands out of your lap.” He stared at her hungrily. “But, we can be good, can’t we?” Her heart beat with excitement. “Yes,” she whispered. “Before we go in, though…do you trust me?” She nodded. He commanded her again. “Raise your skirt.” She did. Hesitantly, but feeling herself flood at his presence, she wondered what he would do. A pulse beat between her legs. She saw his pants stiffen as she showed him the glistening moss that she had hid from so many before him. “Do you know what I want to do?” Louis asked. She shook her head. “I want to love you. I want to love you so often that you scream my name. I want to feel you come all over my shaft, over and over again, until you can’t again. Do you understand that?” She nodded. “This is going to be the most excruciating dinner,” he said, adjusting his pants. “I’m taking you home Juliette after this.” “Kiss me,” she said. He did and cupped one of her breasts, making her long for more. He stepped back, but her cleavage heaved through the low front of her wrap-around blouse. She had round full breasts, larger than he had realized when he first saw her. They fit his palm perfectly. She was still holding her skirt. They were supposed to walk inside, but he pulled her shirt apart and groaned at the delicate lace that just barely covered her heaving chest. Impulsively, she reached a finger down and touched herself. She had been wet all day. He moaned watching her. She used another finger to circle around her clit the way she had when she was lying on the bed. “If you start now, Juliette,” he warned. But, she continued. Her nipples were dark buds against the cream colored lace and with a light tug he released them to the air. “The breeze feels good,” she sighed, leaning against the building, touching herself, as her breasts tightened in response to the spring air. “I’ve been wet all day,” She said her eyes hooded and full of honest desire. “I’ve been vibrating, pulsing for more. I tried earlier to satisfy myself, but I can’t,” she complained, and stuck a finger inside herself.I take his hand as I stand up. But he has other plans. He’s scooping me up, lifting me off my feet. I’m six feet off the ground, with my thighs wrapped around his massive shoulders. My fingernails dig into his trap muscles for balance, but I don’t get to compose myself.Because that sinful mouth of his? It starts to devour my pussy.His tongue savors my flavor, lapping at it, taking everything I have to give. His teeth graze against my clit before he envelops it inside his mouth. My Daddy eats me out so good. So good.His jaw is against the delicate flesh of my inner thighs. His stubble will no doubt leave marks there, but I push my hips into his face anyway. I want this. No, I need this. I need this like I need oxygen. I feel like I might die if he ever stops touching me now.His mouth delves into my pussy, stretching it with his tongue. I never even had my fingers inside myself, and now this man is about to take it all for himself. He’s holding me in place with just one arm, and I s
Lawman. When I think of his last name now, a whole different picture comes to mind. His family bends the law to their liking. They do what they do because they feel that it’s their duty. I’m not sure how I feel about all that. Of course, knowing what I know, I agree that some criminals don’t deserve a second chance. It’s for the greater good.I look out the restaurant’s window and watch the people move about their day. Everyone’s so relaxed here. Must be all the sun.Logan took me out to brunch when my stomach rumbled in the middle of a conversation. I slipped into a dress when he suggested we go out. Half my mind is occupied with the news that Logan is an assassin, but there’s a whole other part of me that just wants to look cute for him. The way I felt about him before hasn’t changed. I’m still crushing. Hard.“So, do you uh, enjoy it?” I ask.He barks out a laugh. “No, I’m not a psychopath, Layla. I don’t enjoy other people’s pain. It usually happens really fast. Although, I do fee
I. can’t touch her. It’s a promise I made to myself before coming here. I told myself that I wouldn’t make the first move this time. And if she so much as even brushes her lips against mine, she’s sealing her own fate. I won’t be holding back after. I’ll make her mine, but only if she makes the first move. But after I hear the pain in her voice, it’s difficult to hold back. I feel like I’ve been put on this Earth just to comfort her, and I don’t know if I can do that with just my words. Comforting people doesn’t come naturally to me. It’s just not something I was born with. But with Layla, it’s completely different. I want to erase the sadness on her face. Knowing that I’m the cause of it almost kills me. So I say the first thing that comes to my mind. Anything to keep those precious tears in her eyes from spilling. “I’m an assassin.” She leans forward a little, like she hasn’t heard correctly. Then, she lets out a confused chuckle,like she thinks this is a joke. A dip appears bet
Coming to the ocean is like coming home. It’s still dark out. The tide is high and mighty, like it gets only at nighttime. I let myself think about him when I’m here. I’m not even mad at him anymore. But I do wonder if he ever thinks about me. I wonder if he has dreams about me, or if he ever picks up the phone only to put it back down. It’s tragic, really. My hopes were that college would be a lifechanging experience and that it would make me forget all about him. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I barely tolerated it. That’s why I moved to California, where I could intern and get some real-life experience instead of more school. My future clients might not be too thrilled though when they find out I skipped law school in my path to becoming a lawyer.I’m too much like my father. I work too hard, almost like I’m trying to fill up some hollowness that exists inside me. I smile as the water kisses the tips of my toes. Summer is coming. It used to be such a happy time, but not anymore. It re
Logan POV “I can’t believe my baby’s gone,” sighs Kate, putting her purple oven mitts on. They match the apron she’s wearing and the bandana in her ponytail. Layla’s Mom is obsessed with the color purple. She pulls out a tray of blueberry muffins from the oven. She likes to cook at my place, because she thinks that the professional chefs at her own house might judge her. “Yeah, I know. So how is she settling in?” I ask, the words coming out too fast. “We called her last night, and it seemed like she was at some party. I’m just worried about her, you know? I don’t trust men these days.” Oliver makes a rough sound from his seat at the coffee table. Me too, buddy, me too. I don’t like the idea of any man even breathing the same air as her. “She started her classes already,” he says, frowning into his bourbon. I take a sip of my own. The warmth coating my throat makes it all feel okay, even if it’s just for the moment. But really though, her parents being as distraught as I am almos
Logan POV Her bedroom light stays turned on the entire night. I watch the shadow of her body pacing around in the yellow glow. It’s something she does when there’s a lot on her mind. I’ve done the right thing in pushing her away. It was for the best. Then why does this feel like the biggest mistake of my life? That thought keeps me up the entire night. It’s morning now, and I’ve already done everything I usually do inside my house. I checked my email for new contracts, made my coffee, slapped something together for breakfast, and cleaned the dirty dishes. Being indoors is driving me stir crazy, so I go outside and pull out the lawnmower. Some fresh air and having something to do will do me some good. Turning the lawnmower on, I get started on my task. It will take me over an hour, and by the time I’m done, I’ll hopefully rid my mind off thoughts of her. The plan backfires. The physical exertion only acts to make me more vulnerable. I think about her even more. She’s sweet, very







