Hot stuff, indeed. This bombshell is fire personified.
“Be right there,” Juliette answers. Once Kat departs, the hot-as-fuck devil woman drops her hand to my crotch and gives me a soft squeeze that almost makes me come in my fucking angel pants. Then, without another word, she saunters toward the round stage, her luscious ass swaying, while I’m left drooling like an infant with a new tooth.
That fucking woman…
She gives Jane and Gaston a high five as she takes their place on the stage, shimmying her shoulders as if to pump herself up for thesong. I migrate to the front of the crowd and laugh when I hear the unmistakable sounds of a fiddle.
Juliette’s eyes meet mine, and she grins before launching into “The Devil Went Down to Georgia.” She’s not a great singer, but she’s surprisingly adept at hitting every single word with precision, despite her mildly drunken state.
I watch in fascination as the she-devil commands the stage, strutting from one side to the other, tossing out winks and pointing at people in the crowd while she sings. Everyone is eating it up.
As she nears the end of the song, Juliette plants herself in the center of the stage and cocks her hip, stomping one booted foot in time with the music. Everyone—including me—claps along and then cheers when she finishes with a flourishing, upraised arm.
My legs eat up the small space in front of the stage, and by the time she's handed off the microphone to the karaoke guy, I’m there. I lift her off the low stage by her waist and settle her on her feet.
“That was so fucking fantastic,” I praise. “You could be an international superstar, dream girl. You were like Taylor Swift up there.”
“If only I could sing like her,” she says with a self-deprecating eye roll.
“There is that,” I tease. “But you were still amazing.”
“It was exhilarating. It made me…” She glances around before taking my hand and tugging me through the crowd toward the back of the nightclub.
“Made you what?” I ask, dutifully following along.
But she doesn’t answer right away, instead opening a door across from the ladies’ room and dragging me inside. Though the room is bathed in darkness, I can tell it’s an office with a large desk and filing cabinets against the back wall.
“Wendy told me about this place,” Juliette finally says, flicking on a small dark-green desk lamp and turning to face me with a look of determination. “Lockthe door, Reno.”
Holy hell.Four more beautiful words have never been spoken, and I fumble behind me to click the lock on the knob.
The woman with an angel’s face and the body of the devil sashays toward me, one foot crossing over the other in a walk of pure seduction. Placing her hands on my waist for balance, she sinks to her knees on the gray carpeted floor.
“Dear god,” I breathe as she makes quick work of my white trousers, unfastening them to reveal white boxer briefs. I lean back against the door as she pulls my cock from its confines and smirks up at me.
“All that singing made me hungry,” she coos, finishing her previous statement as she stares at my erection like it’s her favorite food.
Her hand is warm around my root, but not as warm as her tongue when she meticulously laps up every bit of pre-ejaculate leaking from my tip. Then she takes me into her mouth, twirling her tongue around the crown and setting my entire body on fire.
“This is going to be embarrassingly fast,” I lament. “You’ve had me so goddamn turned on all night, Juliette.”
She hums and takes me deeper, cradling my balls with one hand. Her lips are full and red around my shaft, and I have to close my eyes and count to ten to try and control the orgasm that’s already building in my core.
Then she proceeds to suck my soul out through my dick, bobbing her head with the beat of the music from the club. I bury my hands in her hair, which is stiffer than usual, probably from hairspray.
“Fuck, baby,” I push out through gritted teeth, my eyes roaming over every inch of her. The full tits pushed up high on her chest. The leather clad curves. Those provocative red boots with high stiletto heels that could pierce a man’s heart.
And that’s when I realize, that’s exactly what she’s done. Juliette McNamara has poked a hole in my heart and wormed her way inside, resting in a spot that seems to have been made just for her.
I’m falling for her.
And we’re leaving tomorrow.
And there’s rule fucking three to contend with.
I brush away thoughts of theno contact once we get homerule and focus on what’s happening in this office right now. Namely, the stunning woman who’s on her knees for me, sucking my cock like she has vacuum cleaner DNA in her cells.
She pulls off and looks up at me, her lipstick a complete mess, but she’s never been more beautiful. “Fuck my mouth, Reno.”
