Page 8 of Romeo

Even if it means licking my tongue raw against her mesh lingerie.

Jess does everything in her power to stifle her moans, but she can’t catch them all. The few squeals of delight that make it to my ear send me into a frenzy. I lick, suck, and do anything else I can to clean her panties. It’s the most gentlemanly thing I can do, considering I’m the one who soaked them.

The flat pad of my tongue runs over the full length of her sex. It stops when the tip meets her engorged clitoris. I wrap my lips around it and let my tongue get back to work. My hands have moved under her dress and back to her breasts.

With no padding on her bra, my fingers find her spiked nipples without delay. I lock them between my index and middle fingers with a light squeeze.

“Fuck, Romeo, you’re going to make me—” Jess slaps her mouth shut before she can finish the sentence. She moans into her palm while her ass wiggles in my face.

There’s something deeply satisfying about seeing her like this. Vulnerable. Exposed. Writhing in the purest form of bliss.

Her legs buckle, and she has to latch onto the edges of the counter to keep from falling over.

But I want her to—fall back and smother me with her pussy. If I’m a dead man walking, I might as well go out on my own terms.

I snatch the thin band of her panties in both my fists, slowly peeling them away from her damp skin. I’ve done what I could to save her laundry lady the trouble of washing these, but I need a taste of the real thing.

“Jess?” a man’s voice roars through the hall outside.

“Oh fuck,” Jess stammers and shoots upright. I grab her by the hips, trying to pull her ass back to my face, but she slaps my hands away. Even with the terror scrunching her face, she still manages a giggle.

“Romeo, stop,” she orders with a somber pout.

I do as I’m told.

I was so fucking close. I almost had everything I could ever want, and it disappeared in a flash. My aching loins stiffen to torture me further, reprimanding me for missing my opportunity.

“Your father?” I ask, running my tongue over my lips to get whatever remnants of her into my mouth.

“Uh-huh.” Jess slumps her shoulders.

“Better get to it then.” I hoist myself to my feet with a labored groan.

“Stay here until the coast is clear,” she instructs and fixes her dress. I’ve never been more sad seeing skin disappear.

“Might be for the best.” Under different circumstances, I wouldn’t allow her to leave my side. I’d brave the storm with her and cut down anyone who tried to stop us.

This time, cooler heads must prevail. That is, if I want mine to stay bullet-free.

“Jess Mayfair, where the fuck are you?” her dad calls out again.

His tone leaves a bad taste in my mouth and isn’t helping me want to stay in hiding.

In a last effort to make her comfortable, I slide my arm around her and take quiet steps toward the door. My last reminder that she isn’t alone anymore. That I’m going to be at her side always, whether she likes it or not. A mountain when she needs someone to lean on and a pack mule to carry her weight.

I’m taking her.

She’s mine, and nothing’s going to change my mind.

It’s only fair that, in turn, I become her monster when she needs one.

6

JESS

Iknew something would happen in here, but silly me thought it would be a touch or a kiss. Why I expected anything less than Romeo’s tongue exploring my pussy is beyond me.

Wobbly legs only manage to hold me upright because of Romeo’s hand around my waist. If he wasn’t here, I’d be lying flat on my ass with the biggest, goofiest smile splattered across my face. Even though I’m about to walk into Father’s warpath, that has to count for something, right?

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