Page 117 of His Juliet

She yelped as I rolled her so I was lying on top of her, the weight of my body pressing down onto her delicious curves. I couldn’t resist kissing her.

“In a fight, you have to use every advantage you have. Your attacker will be bigger, stronger, and a whole fucking lot meaner than you.”

Her lips twisted. “I don’t like the idea of hurting anyone.”

Her voice was soft and sweet and vulnerable, and it made me want to wrap her in bubble wrap and keep her safe forever. “I know, sweetheart. And I hope you never have to use any of these moves, but I’d like you to practice just a few. For me. Please.”

“Okay,” she whispered. Her fingers ran through my hair, and she brushed her cheek against mine. “I’ll do my best.”

I melted into her touch. It was all the softness my life had been missing.

She surprised me by lifting her hips and rolling us so she was on top. I gripped her ass cheeks, my eyes fixed on her breasts that were hanging low enough to almost brush my chest. Then her lips were on mine, her kiss confident and demanding as she nipped my lower lip and sucked on my tongue. Her taste was all sweet maple syrup from breakfast, and her equally sweet pussy rubbed up and down on my cock.

All thoughts of self-defense left my mind. That was, until she threw her body off mine and rolled away. I blinked, stunned at the lack of Juliet on top of me.

Her delighted cackle reached me. “I did it! I won!”

I leapt to my feet as she did a cute as fuck victory dance. I stalked towards her and she took a few steps back. I kept advancing and she kept retreating until she turned around and ran.

I let out a low growl and took off after her, catching up in just a few strides. This time I kept us upright, but pushed her against the wall. Her hands were in mine and I lifted them up the wall, stretching her out.

“You cheated,” I growled.

She wiggled her ass against my cock. “I don’t think so. I just used my opponent’s weakness to my advantage.”

I grinned as I smacked her ass cheek, savoring her squeal. “Is that right?” I plastered my body against hers and raised my knee so it was pressed against her pussy. She rocked against my leg.

“Look at you, so greedy.” I tried to sound unaffected but didn’t quite manage it, especially as Juliet moved faster, taking her pleasure.

“I need more.”

“Okay. A deal’s a deal.” As if I could refuse her. I transferred both her wrists into my one hand, moving the other to play with her nipples. I gave each a sharp squeeze that had her gasping. My hand moved down her body and I worked her clit until she was writhing against me.

“That’s it. So wet for me. So fucking perfect.” I plunged my fingers inside her again and pressed the heel of my palm against her clit until her pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, slumping forward against the wall. I kept the pressure on her pussy as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm.

“I think I like self-defense,” she said dreamily.

I snorted and pulled her against my chest. “I like everything about you.” I kissed a line down the side of her face.

She turned around in my arms so she was facing me. “Thank you.”

“For what, angel?”

“I’ve spent so much time these past couple of years being scared, and learning self-defense and shooting makes me feel like I’m not as helpless as before. I still don’t want to hurt anyone, but it makes me feel stronger.”

“I’m glad.” I squeezed her hard. “You are so powerful, so brave. You’ve survived so much and deserve to see yourself as a survivor.”

We stayed there, swaying slightly in each other’s arms.

“I need to leave in forty-five minutes,” I murmured. “So if we want to eat lunch together, we should do it now.”

Her hold on me tightened for a brief second, and I wondered if she was going to ask me to stay.

Would I sayyesif she asked?

But she pulled away with a tight smile. “Let’s get some lunch, then.”

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