Page 60 of His Juliet

The race started, but my car stalled out, leaving me stuck at the starting line.

“What happened?” I shouted, pressing the button again. My car finally started moving. “Everyone’s ahead of me.” My lip involuntarily jutted out in a pout as my competitive streak took hold.

“I’ll destroy them for you,” Romeo said.

I glanced over at him, startled at the intensity in his voice.

“Keep your eyes on the screen, baby. You gotta hunt them down.”

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling as I navigated Moo Moo Meadows.

“No! I hit a cow!” I shouted as I turned my controller to steer away.

“Take that!” Romeo shouted as he shot turtle shells at everyone around him. “You’re almost there.” He nudged my shoulder. “Go, go, go!”

I let out a squeal as the finish line came into sight. I dodged one last cow and narrowly beat Princess Peach to come in eleventh place.

Romeo grinned. “You’ll get the hang of it. Let’s try another track.”

Two hours later, I jumped up from the loveseat, my arms raised in victory. “Take that! I have defeated you for all time!”

Romeo cheered as he stood and snagged me around the waist, spinning me around the tiny room. “You did it. Incredible. I’ve never seen such prowess, such natural Mario Kart talent.”

I snorted. He was so full of it. The only reason I’d won was because he had sabotaged my competition, but I didn’t care. This was the best Christmas I could remember.

Romeo stopped spinning and slowly lowered me to the floor, but he kept his arms firmly around my waist. My breath hitched as I met his heated gaze, every nerve end electrified by his closeness. I tilted my face up and then his lips were on mine. This kiss was even more intense and possessive than the one we’d shared in the store. His hands cradled my jaw, his fingers twisting in my hair.

“Fuck, Juliet. You’re so pretty. So perfect.”

The press of his lips prevented me from arguing with him. I was so far from perfect, but in his arms, I almost believed him.

His hands roamed down my body until he cupped my ass, grinding his hard cock against my core. He broke off our kiss with a swear and then sat down on the loveseat, guiding me down so I was straddling him.

“That’s it, stellina. Grind that hot little pussy against my cock.”

My cheeks flamed red. Holy shit, that was next-level dirty talk. I had no idea what I was doing, but I moved my hips out of a desperate desire to please him.

“You’re doing so well. Use me. Do whatever makes you feel good.”

That was a dangerous offer. Did he not understand how obsessed I was with him? How much I’d fantasized about this moment?

I clutched at his shoulders for leverage as I tried to build a rhythm. Even through our clothes, the pressure on my clit sent sparks of pleasure through me.

“Romeo,” I gasped.

“My Juliet.”

Our eyes were locked on each other, and I built up the courage to run my fingers through his hair. It was so soft. He leaned into my touch and kissed my palm.

His fingers dug into my hips and then one hand pushed under my shirt, running up my back.

I shivered.

“Do you want to go further?”

I nodded. I’d been thinking about this, fantasizing about this. I wanted to erase all the bad memories and replace them with Romeo.

He tightened his hold. “I need to hear you say it.”

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