Book one: Chapter 5

You 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.