Page 52 of Indescribable Love

“Simon bought the entire floor, so most of the rooms are empty. Which apparently is now a good thing since I’m going to try to get Jax and Noah here.” Looking at her watch, she gasped. “Go! I need to call my family and then Simon’s. I’ll probably be more than fifteen minutes, so…”

“Don’t worry. Send out a text to everyone and tell them to give Simon thirty minutes, and then we’ll all meet up and talk.”

“You’re a godsend, Jules. Thanks!”

Stepping into her room, she shut the door and leaned against it just as her phone dinged again.

Simon: Are you avoiding me? I’m starting to get a complex…

Simon: We don’t have to be naked when we talk.

Simon: But I really love it when we are.

Laughing softly, she picked up her room key and quickly made her way down to his suite. The instant he opened the door, he had her in his arms. The door slammed shut and he had her backed against it, kissing her as if he was desperate for her.

And Juliette kissed him back the same way because their quiet time alone was over. It was no longer just the two of them. She was going to have to share him with a slew of people during the day, and tens of thousands of them each night. It was an entirely new situation for her, and she wasn’t quite sure how she was going to handle it yet.

But she really couldn’t think about that right now—or anything else for that matter—because the man was kissing her to distraction. Her phone and key card fell to the floor, and she reached up and raked her hands through his hair, kissing him back and wishing they had time to get naked right now! It wasn’t possible, but the way he moved against her made her long for it.

Almost desperately.

Tearing his lips from hers, he gently nipped at her jaw. “Next stop, I’m telling Nikki you’re staying with me,” he said breathlessly before kissing along her throat.

Juliette’s head lolled back as she moaned. “Can’t…do…that…” Another moan. “People…will talk.”

“Don’t care…”

It would be easy to just let the subject drop, but her mind wouldn’t allow it. Suddenly, all kinds of scenarios were playing in her head and most of them weren’t great. But no matter how much his touch and his mouth were doing their best to tease and arouse her, the moment was gone.

“Simon…wait…”

His hand cupped her breast as his thumb rubbed over her nipple. “No. I know that tone,” he murmured. “That’s your business, publicist tone. I’m not ready for that yet.” And to prove it, he rubbed himself against her. He was warm and hard, and in any other situation, she’d jump up and wrap her legs around him.

“I’m serious, Simon. Please.”

Groaning, his hands anchored at her waist, and he gave her a very patient, and somewhat forced, smile.

“With a film crew essentially following your every move, it’s not smart for you to announce that we’re going to share a room,” she began with a calmness she didn’t really feel. “And with Max already gunning for me, it’s not a good idea to hand him more ammunition. If people found out about…you know…us, it would be yet another black mark on my reputation.” Sighing, she pushed away from him and put some distance between them. “And they’d use our relationship against you, too. Don’t think they won’t. They’ll argue that you’re only going along with me standing up to everyone because we’re sleeping together. I don’t want that kind of attention on you. Being connected to me beyond me being your publicist isn’t what you need, Simon. Trust me.”

He was frowning, but he didn’t say anything.

“You have to trust me on this,” she said with a little more firmness. “It’s way too soon and…and…”

With a curt nod, he said, “Got it.” Walking past her, he went to the wall of windows. “When’s Nikki getting here? I thought she would have just come to the suite with you.”

She’d hurt his feelings, and she hated that. “She was going to have a video call with Alex and Celia and then come down. She sent out a message to everyone that we’d all meet up in thirty minutes.”

Another nod as he walked over to the bar. “Can I get you something to drink?”

His tone was cool but mildly pleasant, and there was no way this was going to work. “Simon, please try to understand. There is so much going on and it’s my job to make sure that your reputation stays impeccable and without blemish. I’m here to make sure this documentary only portrays you in a way that you approve of. As your publicist…”

“I don’t give a damn about any of that, Juliette!” he snapped, and it always startled her when he stopped being that easygoing guy. “There is no way I want to treat you like you’re some dirty little secret that has to be hidden from everyone! I don’t want to come back here after the concert and sleep alone knowing you’re down the hall! That’s not acceptable to me!”

It was rare for Simon to lose his patience, but he’d hit his limit today.

Juliette was staring at him with wide eyes, and he knew he’d shocked her by raising his voice. “Juliette, you are very good at what you do, and I have nothing but respect for you and your job. However, you are also my girlfriend, my lover, and while I can appreciate your need for…discretion, I think you’re taking it to a level that really doesn’t apply here. At the end of the day, who I date or sleep with isn’t anyone’s business!”

“Neither is the fact that your father is an abusive deadbeat who essentially keeps extorting you and your brother for money,” she countered confidently. But then…her face crumbled. “Oh, God. Oh, Simon, I…that was awful. I’m sorry!”

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