Page 45 of His Juliet

“This is some of the best tiramisu you’ll ever have.”

“Did you make it?”

Romeo chuckled, putting the container on the desk and opening the first pizza box. “That’s not my talent. My friend Sofiya made this.”

A wave of emotion flattened me, making my chest feel tight and hollow at the same time. Who the fuck was Sofiya? Did Romeo treat thisfriendthe same way he treated me?

He held out a slice of pizza on a paper plate and I took it. His brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my voice came out frosty. “It’s nice that she shared the tiramisu.”

He stared at me intently, his fingers coming up to brush my cheek. “It was nice. Herhusbandwas not pleased that she gave this away. He gets very possessive about what his wife makes.”

“Oh.” I felt stupid at my surge of jealousy, but Romeo just smiled and bopped my nose.

“You’re cute. Let’s eat, baby, and you can tell me about your day.”

We sat on the floor in the same spots as the first night we met, facing each other. This time, gentle snowflakes were coming down instead of rain, no menacing figure was trying to get inside, and our legs were tightly pressed together. I could feel the heat radiating from him through his dress pants. He had taken off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, revealing thick, muscular forearms that matched the strength of the rest of his body. They looked powerful enough to throw even my curvy body around.

I realized I’d been staring at him for way longer than appropriate. I dragged my gaze up his chest to his sharp jaw and then met his eyes, which were dancing with amusement. Embarrassed, I looked away and took a large bite of pizza, jumping slightly as Romeo squeezed my calf. He kept his hand there as he ate and asked me questions about my day. I struggled to concentrate, my entire world narrowing to his tight grip as he lightly massaged my leg.

“How was your day? Did you get to rest after your late night?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about me. I had plenty of espresso.”

I frowned, not liking that answer. “You need sleep, too.”

“So do you.”

We were both done eating, our empty plates set to the side. Romeo leaned forward, his hand sliding up my leg, and the air became electrified. His eyes captured mine and I couldn’t look away. He cradled my face, and I leaned into his rough palm.

“Juliet.” His voice was low and hypnotizing.

This was it. This was my chance.

My breath hitched and then?—

I pressed my lips against his. Gentle and hesitant at first, but at the taste of him, at the softness of his mouth, I wanted more. I curled my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer.

Romeo swore, and then he was maneuvering me on his lap so I was straddling him. His movements were confident, commanding, and I loved it. My breath hitched when he palmed my ass with one hand and gripped my jaw with the other. “Open up for me, angel.”

My lips parted and I moaned at how his dominance made pleasure shoot to my clit. He pulled me flush against him and I felt his erection, huge and hard and hot against my core. I gripped the back of his neck, not wanting this moment to end, but I had nothing to worry about—Romeo showed no sign of pulling away as his tongue dragged against mine.

He moaned my name and I whimpered as he shifted, pressing me even tighter to his cock. “Fuck, Juliet. How are you real?” His hands left my hips and ran up my sides until they were cupping my heavy breasts. I jolted when he lightly pinched my nipple through my clothes. “Is that okay?”

I nodded and took him touching me as permission for me to do the same. My hands wandered down his chest, hesitant at first, but when he groaned, I grew bolder.

It had been years since I touched a man, and it had certainly never felt like this. It had never been something I wanted.Craved.

I lost myself in him, in seeking pleasure, and had no idea how much time had passed when we pulled away, breathless. He traced his thumb across my swollen lips.

“You taste just as sweet as I imagined.”

Say something romantic.“I can’t believe we just made out on the bookstore floor.”

Yes, just like that.

I was hopeless, but Romeo didn’t seem to mind. He grinned. “Hopefully the books don’t tattle on us.”

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