She pulls me to a stop beneath a palm tree and swivels to face me, pressing her long body against mine. “If I tell you something, will you promise not to get mad?”
“Depends,” I say cautiously, hoping I hadn’t read the situation wrong. What if she didn’t want me to be her date tonight?
Juliette nuzzles her nose against the side of my neck and whispers, “Even if you didn’t agree to get a pedicure with me, I was going to blow you tonight anyway.”
I tilt her chin up so I can see her eyes beneath the cap she’d put on before our appointment. “I have a confession too. I was going to go with you even if you didn’t offer a blow job.”
Her smile is brilliant and teasing. “In that case…”
I silence her with my fingers over her mouth. “Uh-uh. No take backs,” I insist before removing my hand and kissing those perfectly plump lips.
The ones that would be wrapped around my cock later tonight.
I couldn’t wait.
Chapter 17
Ride my cock like you’re mad at it.
Dinneronthebeachwas absolutely phenomenal. The food, the gorgeous sunset… and especially the company.
We sat side by side in front of a linen-draped table facing the sea as a bevy of workers waited on us hand and foot, while also maintaining a respectful distance when they weren’t serving or clearing. We started with a wine flight accompanied by a selection of delicious appetizers before moving on to the soup course, the entrée, and then a shared dessert. And more wine, of course.
I was unable to keep my eyes off Juliette as we ate, missing my mouth more than once because she was just too goddamn beautiful to look away from. And the thing was, she seemed just as enamored of me, leaning her body toward mine like the few inches separating us was a mile-wide valley.
Many soft kisses were shared between courses, and we fed each other sumptuous bites of chocolate soufflé with a blood orange drizzle that was the second-best thing I’d ever had in my mouth. Juliette held the top spot.
It was hands down the most romantic night of my life, and I don’t know if it was the elegant setting, the flickering candles, or the soft rush of the water against the shore, but I began to fall for Juliette McNamara.
And that was a very bad idea. Because this wasjust a vacation fling.
Yeah. Right.
And now I’m lying facedown on a wide massage table in the living area of Juliette’s cottage. As promised, the therapists had moved the furniture aside and had everything prepared when we arrived. Candlessoftly lit the room, and the smell of lavender and something else herb-y that I couldn’t identify permeated the air around us.
Juliette lets out a quiet groan, and I pull my head from the circular pillow and look over at her. She’s also facedown while Jevaun—who is Kat’s husband—massages her shoulders. I, on the other hand, have a savage woman named Birgitta, who has the ability to find muscles I didn’t even know I possessed. No fucking lie, the woman’s biceps are bigger than mine, but she’s a damn master at working out even the deepest of knots.
If I wasn’t already falling for Juliette, I might ask Birgitta for her hand in marriage. And I’m only ninety-nine percent kidding.
“Turn over,” my future betrothed orders in her thick accent, holding up the sheet covering my naked body like a tent. As I do, I notice Juliette doing the same, and we share a heated glance.Yeah, sorry, Birgitta. I think I’m taken.
I grow more and more relaxed as Birgitta works on my legs and feet, and by the time she moves up to my head, I’m practically in a stupor. The scent of warm peppermint oil blends with the other aromas, and I feel a tingling sensation on my scalp. It’s heaven, and some time during the scalp massage, I drift fully off to sleep.
Hands, gentle ones this time, ease the sheet down my body, and I peel my eyes open to find Juliette on my table, kneeling between my legs. “Dream girl,” I murmur, sleepily turning my head from side to side to search the room.
“They’re gone,” she whispers, lowering her head to kiss my bare abs. “Jevaun said we can leave the tables on the porch, and they’ll retrieve them later.”
My cock notices his favorite person’s proximity and springs to life. Juliette flashes me a saucy smile as she lowers the sheet to fully expose my growing erection.
“Damn, baby,” I groan when she licks a stripe up my length. Fisting my dick, she lifts it and proceeds to lick every single inch of me, stopping just short of the head. I fuckingache for her.
When her hair falls around her face and impedes the spectacular view of my dream girl treating my cock like her favorite popsicle, I gather the blonde locks in both hands and hold them against the back of her head. She must have had the same peppermint oil treatment I had because the strands are slick between my fingers.
Aqua eyes sparkle in the candlelight as she opens her mouth and takes the tip of me inside. She’s warm and wet, and my eyelids flutter at the incredible sensation, but I manage to keep them open. I don’t want to miss a second of this.
“You taste so good,” she murmurs, drinking down the wetness dripping from me. “I’m going to suck this big cock until my jaw hurts.”
“Fucking Christ, baby,” I grate out. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
