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She stares down at me for a moment, then she follows my gaze. Her cheeks flush as she catches her reflection.
Her breath quickens. Her gaze shifts. Her hair falls over her eyes.
I brush stray strands behind her ears. Watch as her eyelids press together. As pleasure spreads over her expression.
Her groans run together.
Her legs shake.
Her fingers dig into my skin.
Jules groans my name as she comes.
Her cunt pulses around me.
It pushes me right over the edge.
I groan her name into her chest.
She rocks me through my orgasm. Then she slows. Wraps her arms around me. Presses her lips to my ear. "That was really fucking—"
"Yeah."
"Can we do it again?"
"Yeah." I kiss her hard. "After our next stop."
Chapter Twenty
Juliette
Hayley Williams praises her husband (now ex-husband) as the limo slides to a stop.
My head doesn't go to the melody or the symbolism or the irony.
It goes to Griff's dark eyes.
They're no longer wracked with pleasure, but they're every bit as enticing.
Deep brown. Full of life. Wicked.
His expression screamsI'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.
God, I want that.
I want him.
He's so handsome. And demanding. And surprising.
I mean, I always figured he'd be good in bed—he certainly has enough practice—but actually experiencing his talents?
My body is still buzzing. My heart is still singing. My head is still—
Well, it's making all these ridiculous suggestions. But I can't go there yet. I can't tell him yet.
I want to explain everything. About Jackson. And why I called it off. Why it was so fucked the last year. Why I broke my promise to Griff then hid it from him for way too long.
I will.
