That immediately supersedesLock the door, Renoas the top four-word phrase I’ve ever heard. It’s a command, one I happily comply with, arching my hips forward to push my cock back into her warm, willing mouth.
I let out a loud growl of male satisfaction at the feel of my tip hitting the back of her throat. “That’s it, my dirty little girl,” I praise. “You’ll take me deep and drink my cum like Kool-Aid.”
She makes an erotic noise of agreement, and I tug roughly on her hair as I use her mouth for my pleasure. In and out. In and out. My ass slaps the door on every back thrust, and I don’t give a ripe fuck if anyone hears. I’m lost in the thrill of pleasure, too close to that ultimate peak where my body is made for only one thing. Climaxing.
And I do. With an unholy roar, I push deep and release myself in the tight warmth of Juliette's throat. When I try to pull back a bit, she reaches around me and grasps my ass, holding me in place while her throat works to swallow every drop of what I’m giving her.
My spine loosens, and a full-body shiver wrings me into nothing more than a gelatinous lump of flesh. I’m pretty sure even my bones have ceased to exist as I slump back against the door.
“That was… life-changing,” I pant, and Juliette slides her mouth off me and smiles up with pure feminine satisfaction for a job well done.
With her smeared makeup, mussed hair, and swollen lips, she’s absolutely the picture of perfection.
And Iwant to keep her.
Juliette wouldn’t allow me to return the favor in the office, instead retreating to the restroom to fix her face and hair while I wandered like a satiated zombie back to the main room.
And now we’re slow dancing, our arms around each other while the couple on stage belts out “Everything Has Changed” by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran. I kiss the woman I’ve become obsessed with, tasting my salt on her tongue.
When we finally break the kiss, I notice Kat gesturing for my attention, and I glance over to see her mouth, “It’s time.”
I turn back to Juliette. “We’re up next, dream girl.”
Confusion clouds her face for a second before it brightens. “You’re singing with me?”
“Against my better judgment, yes,” I reply wryly, twirling us toward the stairs at the side of the stage.
“What song?”
I counter with her own words from earlier as the previous song ends. “You’ll see.”
We take the stage, Juliette brimming with excitement, and she grins like she won the lottery when I sing the first lyrics of “I’ve Had the Time of My Life.” Oohs and ahhs fill the room, but I only have eyes for my pretty girl.
Is this the cheesiest duet I could find on the list a few minutes ago? Yes. But is it also the most fitting for how I’m feeling? Also yes.
As we sing the poignant lyrics, our bodies turn to face each other, and I wrap one hand around her back to hold her close. And a desire loops itself around my heart and tightens its grasp.
A desire to make my dream girl truly mine.
Chapter 25
Well bless her heart.
Thisdamnoutfit…grunt…is so fucking tight…
As I struggle to get undressed in our cottage, I feel warm hands on the sides of my half-exposed torso. “Need some help with that, sweetheart?”
“Please,” I squeak, my voice sounding slightly strangled. Because this leather monstrosity has turned into the equivalent of a boa constrictor.
“Allow me.”
A few seconds later, all of my clothing, including the flaming she-devil leotard, is on the floor, and I can breathe semi-normally again. “You’re very good at undressing women,” I tease, and Reno’s face turns into a storm cloud of displeasure.
“I only want to undressyou, Juliette,” he says fervently, pressing a firm, demanding kiss against my lips. “Only you.”
“O-okay,” I stammer, a little surprised at his insistent tone.
He sweeps me off my feet—literally—and carries me to the bed we’ve been sharing, pulling the sheer drapes closed to cocoon us in our own little world. He’s already deliciously naked, and I run my hands all over his taut, muscular body. Reno Swain is absolutely the most perfect specimen of man ever created.
