LOGINChapter 16 Juliet’s pov He reached for the drawer beside the bed, and I heard foil tear, and then he was over me again, his forearms on either side of my head. “Stay with me,” he said. “I am here.” His cock pressed against my entrance, thick and hot, the latex stretched tight over every vein, and I could feel the heat of him even through the condom as the blunt head nudged my soaked folds and started to push in. He went slow at first, inch by inch, giving my cunt time to stretch around that fat dick, and his whole body was shaking with the effort of holding back while I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heels into his ass to urge him deeper. A low, broken sound tore out of him as my pussy stretched wide around his girth, the tight ring of muscle giving way under the steady pressure until he was halfway in and I was already gasping at the full, aching stretch. “God, you feel,” he began, and could not finish because I clenched around him and he had to grit his teet
Chapter 15 Juliet's POV The front door of his penthouse had barely closed behind us when Rome pushed me against it. His mouth found mine again, hungry and rough, and my bag slid off my shoulder and hit the floor. I did not care. His hands were already at my waist, my gown hanging open at the front, and I pulled his jacket off his shoulders and let it fall. “Bedroom,” I gasped against his lips. He did not answer. He lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist, and carried me down the hallway while I kissed his jaw, his throat, the place under his ear that made him groan. He kicked a door open. The room was dark except for the glow of the city through a wall of glass, and the bed was cold against my back when he laid me down on it. He stood over me for a second, breathing hard, looking down at me. My chest was rising and falling, my gown open to my waist, and my heart was racing so loudly that I was sure he could hear it. “Alice,” he said, low. “Tell me this is what you want.
Chapter 14 Juliet’s pov The door of the jeep slammed shut, and the whole world went quiet.It was dark inside, and warm, and the leather seat was cool against the back of my knees as I climbed across it.We left the restaurant earlier and here we are. In his car. He did not give me one second to breathe. His hand caught the back of my neck, and his mouth came down on mine, and this time there was nothing slow about it.“Mmm,” I moaned into his mouth.His lips were hot and hungry, and they moved over mine, pressing, dragging, taking, three days of waiting in every movement, and I opened for him at once.His tongue slid past my lips and found mine.It was wet and warm and slow, and it stroked once along my tongue, and a shock went straight down my spine and burst low in my stomach.“Ahh,” I breathed, and he swallowed the sound.I kissed him back with everything I had. My tongue tangled with his, and my fingers dug into his shoulders, and I pulled him closer by his shirt until there w
Chapter 13: Juliet pov His fingers were an inch from the phone. I did not think.My foot shot out and hit it hard, and it spun across the marble floor and slid all the way to the wall.Jaxon froze, still bent over, his hand hanging in the air.Slowly, he looked up at me.“What was that?” he asked, in a low and dangerous voice.“My foot slipped,” I said, and my voice came out much too high.“It happens.” I walked past him, picked up my phone from the wall, and pressed it against my chest with the screen turned inward.My heart was hammering so hard that I could feel it against the phone.Jaxon straightened up and stared at me.It was a long look, cold and narrow, and it went from my face to my messy hair to the phone I was hiding, and I held my chin up and did not blink.“Watch where you walk, Miss George,” he said at last.“You are in my corridor.”“Then maybe your corridor should be bigger,” I said. His jaw tightened.He turned and walked away, and I watched his back until he disap
Chapter 12 Juliet’s pov It was his mouth. His lips brushed against mine with a cool suddenness that stole the air straight from my lungs, leaving my brain frozen in disbelief for one second. He was kissing me. A man I had known for barely two hours had dragged me into the quiet sanctuary of a restroom and claimed my lips like it was the only inevitable thing in the world. My eyes were wide, my hands locked rigid in the air, every muscle in my body locked into a defensive brace. I didn't move. I didn't breathe. I didn't give him an inch. He felt the resistance instantly. Rome pulled back slowly, his stormy grey eyes searching every fraction of my face, the lazy smile completely vanished from his mouth. “I am sorry,” he murmured, his hands instantly lifting in surrender as he stepped back. “Forgive me. That was wrong of me.” I pressed my spine hard against the locked door, my chest heaving, utterly incapable of forming a single word. My lips were burning, a tingling heat sprea
Chapter 11Juliet’s povI walked away from that corridor with my head down, and my eyes burned, and I was not looking where I was going.I collided with a wall.It was a warm wall, and it smelled of cedar and something expensive, and it said “Oh,” in a low voice, and two strong hands caught my shoulders before I could fall.I looked up. My breath stopped.He was the tallest man I had seen, with dark hair swept back from a sharp forehead and a jaw that carried a faint shadow of stubble, and his eyes were a stormy grey, and they were looking straight down into mine.His charcoal suit fit his broad shoulders so well that it was almost indecent, his sleeve was rolled back to show one strong forearm, and there was a small, lazy curve at the corner of his mouth.He was hot, and I did not have a better word for it.My heart began to race, my knees went weak, and a heat I had never felt, or could not remember feeling, climbed from my stomach to my face.Why is my body behaving this way? I tho







