Page 115 of His Juliet

Her cheeks heated and she broke eye contact like she always did when I complimented her.

“Sweet talker.”

“Just telling the truth.” I cupped her face and kissed her gently, our lips dancing against each other. She softened beneath me, her legs spreading to make room for me.

“How was your workout?” Her fingers trailed up my bare chest. My abs tightened and cock hardened under her exploration.

“Nothing compared to this.” I rubbed my growing beard against her face and breathed in her scent. “I’ll be out late tonight, but I have the morning off.”

Juliet’s hands wandered lower until she slipped under my towel and gripped my dick. “What should we do to fill the time?”

“Dirty girl. I knew you were just using me for my cock.”

She grinned. “That’s right.” Her fingers tightened, and I bucked into her with a groan.

I peeled back the sheets, revealing her bare body. I pressed my face between her breasts and kissed down her stomach. “You’re a bad influence.”

After I’d made her come twice—first with my mouth and second with my cock—I dragged her into the shower. I took my time shampooing her hair and soaping up her body. I never could have imagined craving these domestic moments with anyone, but I wanted to take care of Juliet like this forever.

“I love you, pretty girl,” I said as I rinsed her hair.

“Love you, too.” Her eyes were closed and a dreamy smile played on her face.

“I have something for us to do after this.”

“I think we already did all the things.”

I snorted. “We’ve barely scratched the surface of my fantasies, baby.”

She blinked her eyes open. “Oh, yeah?”

I squeezed her ass hard and then rubbed the spot to soothe it. “Stop distracting me. We’re going to the gym to practice self-defense skills.”

Juliet wrinkled her nose. “That doesn’t sound like fun.”

I crowded her against the shower wall. “Have I not worked hard enough this morning to put my girl in a good mood?” I thrust a finger into her still-slick pussy and she arched up on her toes with a whimper. I pressed another finger inside her. “I have a compromise for you.”

“What’s that?” she asked breathily.

“I’ll make you come here in the shower, and then you’ll practice self-defense with me like the good girl you are.”

“What if I don’t want to be a good girl?”

It took everything in me to pull my fingers out of her. Her look of betrayal was so fucking cute that it made up for it.

“No,” she said, clutching my wrist. “I’ll be a good girl. Promise.”

I pressed my fingers deep inside her as I laughed.

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Juliet was wearingskin-tight leggings and a black crop top that stretched tight over her tits.

“Is something wrong?”

Her voice reached me through my lust-filled fog, and I realized I’d been scowling at her outfit. I forced my face to soften as I wrapped my arms around her. “Not at all. As long as you never wear this outside of this apartment.”

Juliet rolled her eyes. “Caveman.”

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