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“Yes, get some more.” I reached under her, grabbed her nipples and flicked them with my fingers.
“Dannazione, Romeo. Ohh!” she panted. “Ahh… so addicted to you…”
Just what I had wanted to hear. “Come on me, dolcezza,” I cooed at her as I tweaked her nipples.
She amped it up as she gasped then whimpered while using her body to fuck me.
The sounds she made and the way she moved was hot as hell. She screamed out, “Romeo! Ohhhh…” She came with her body shuddering wildly.
I buried myself deep into her, meeting her last thrust and came hard. “Cazzo…” I groaned as we came together.
“God, the things you do to me,” she whispered breathlessly. “I will never get enough of you.”
I felt so elated to hear this from her. “Nor will I, Julie.” I pulled out of her.
She landed heavily on the bed on her face with a dramaticplop. “God, I camesohard.”
I chuckled as I leaned down and kissed her neck. “I’m Italian, so I never do anything halfway.”
She spluttered a laugh. “A rocket, Romeo. I was a lit rocket.”
I laughed with her as I pulled her up off the bed and hefted her over my shoulder.
“W-what are you—”
I smacked her asscheek. “We have to shower, then we have a war meeting, counselor.”
“Ugg…I just wanna stay in bed,” she whined.
“Careful consigliere, I warned you about this already,” I quipped. “You want another smack on the culo?”
“Really?” Juliana exclaimed. “Culo? I’ve never known anyone to use that word.”
I shrugged. “Hey, like I said, I’m Italian.”
Julianna laughed as I carried her into the bathroom.
Chapter Twelve:Oddballs
Julianna
We made it to the study almost on time. We had to rush all the way. We couldn’t help it, the shower took a bit longer than we thought it would. It couldn’t be helped. I kept dropping the soap. I beamed to myself at the joke. A girl could get used to this kind of life. Romeo taking me to heaven everyday. Me being pampered by him every night.
I know I should be concerned about what others might think. I did feel like that before. Actually just yesterday in fact. Worried my peers would think I was sleeping my way along. Or that they would whisper ‘slut’behind my back. I couldn’t believe that I ever cared about that. I’d been winning cases and proving myself for several years now. This was my life. I was the one who chose what was for me. And dammit, Romeo had been made for me. Actually created in heaven, I felt.
So now? I could freakin’ care less what anyone thought about it. This was the defining relationship of my lifetime. Romeo made the day worth it. He undid me and turned me inside out, so to speak. I’d meant what I told him. I was definitely addicted to whatever he was selling. I giggled under my breath.
Looking down at me, Romeo raised a brow as if in question.
I snorted a laugh. “Just thinking about ‘dropping the soap’.”
He smirked as he squeezed my hand. “I’m not sure how many times you can do that and still count it as an accident.”
Still laughing, we both stopped at the study door.
Max stood there stiff and tall, in his usual butler outfit. A black dress suit with a waistcoat-vest and underneath was a crisp white shirt. A black bow tie properly tied, not a clip-on. Black shoes, polished and neatly laced. Hair combed back, his complexion clear and unwrinkled just like his suit.
“Hello Max,” I greeted him with a little wave, hoping to get a smile. “Where’s the long tailcoat and white gloves? I really liked those.”
