Page 25 of Romero and Juliette

“What would I know?”

“That I’m the Juliette to your Romeo. Only the Taylor Swift version, not the Shakespearean tragedy. I’m not a fanciful teenage girl. I see all of you, Cruz Romero. From your tender heart taking care of all of those dogs with your buddies to the way you wince and try to hide your limp when it rains.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I say, rubbing at the back of my neck.

“I don’t need to travel the world or date other men to know that you are the one I want.”

I shake my head. “You going to be stubborn about this?”

“I will fight for you, but only if you’d do the same for me. If you’re not willing to risk everything to be with me, then you don’t deserve me.”

That makes me smile. “I love how fierce you are. How brave and unapologetic.”

“Then stop pushing me away. Stop making excuses. If you want me, take me.”

I don’t wait any longer. I lower my mouth and take her lips. She whimpers, and I growl as our tongues meet. Then she’s kissing me, making greedy little noises at the back of her throat. My cock is a steel bar in my jeans.

I grip her bottom, pressing her body against the wall. Now my hard cock is up against her center. She hooks a leg around my hip, opening herself to me. Her dress makes this all the more convenient. I rock my erection against her, feeling the heat of her fabric-covered pussy through the denim of my jeans.

She gasps and pulls back. “You’re hard?”

“I’m always hard around you.”

Her smile is wide and bright. “I knew you wanted me.”

“Fuck yeah, I want you.”

“Show me,” she says. There’s a challenge heating her eyes, and damned if it doesn’t turn me on even more.

I pull off my t-shirt, dropping it somewhere on the hotel floor behind me. I start on my jeans, unbuttoning and then unzipping them to give my dick some breathing room.

She’s got her dress undone and slides it off her body. Black lace-covered breasts and matching panties.

“Fuck, Buttercup. Look at you.”

“I want you to look at me, Cruz. I want you to like what you see.”

“I love what I see. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

She reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, then it falls to the floor between us. Her perfect tits are heavy and hard-tipped, and begging for attention.

“Panties off,” I instruct. I kick off my jeans, but leave my boxers in place for the time being.

She peels off those lace panties, then stands before me, completely bared. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

“Put one foot up here.” I lift her leg so she can brace her foot on the edge of the desk. “Open yourself to me. Let me see all that slick.”

She gasps, but follows my instructions.

My mouth waters at the sight of her pink pussy and the pale blonde hair she keeps trimmed above her mound.

“I’m going to fucking lose my mind if I don’t get my mouth on you soon,” I say. I fall to my knees in front of her. “Look what you’ve been hiding in those coveralls. Walking around that garage with this fucking perfect pussy right between your legs.”

“Cruz,” she whimpers.

I say nothing, leaning forward to suck her clit into my mouth. I’m too impatient for finesse or seduction. I want her come on my tongue right the fuck now.

Her nails rake across my scalp as she digs into my hair.