into my shorts, I didn’t even try to keep my thoughts blank. They were filled with Maximo and his kiss. The way he’d touched me. The way he’d moved me. The way his eyes had blazed with want.
And the way he’d ordered me around.
Even though I was soaked and desperate for a release, I couldn’t find it.
But I knew who could.
Maximo
Not for the first time, I seriously fucking regretted making Ash disconnect the camera in Juliet’s bedroom.
By the time I’d turned on her sitting room camera, she’d already been in her bedroom. I’d thought maybe she was asleep, but a short time later, she’d stormed out to grab her MacBook from the coffee table before closing herself back in.
I wanted to see what she was looking up.
I wanted to watch her response to it.
I wanted to know what made her full lips part, her thighs squeeze, and her pulse go wild.
Or if it made her do more than that. If her hand went under her dress so she could make herself come.
If she were mine, I’d control that, too.
Groaning, I turned off the monitors before reaching for a bottle of whiskey and pouring a glass as I replayed that damn kiss in my mind.
When I’d told her to kiss me, I’d wanted to see if she’d even do it. I’d intended for it to be a small one. A taste.
But then she’d let out that soft, sexy moan, and I’d lost my mind.
I pushed away from my desk to go to bed.
Or, more accurately, to go stroke my dick while picturing Juliet.
I was about to stand when there was a tentative knock at the door.
What is my little dove up to?
“Come in,” I said.
But the door remained closed.
“Open the door, Juliet.” I waited a few moments before adding, “Or I’ll do it.”
It swung open, and Juliet stood in the doorway. She’d showered and changed into a tank top and a pair of shorts. Her damp hair was pulled into a high ponytail.
It was a stark contrast to how she’d been dressed at dinner, but it was just as sexy.
“What do you need?” I asked.
“Just came to say I’d like coffee in the morning. Okay, bye.”
She turned away but stopped when I said, “Juliet.”
“Maximo,” she muttered in a mocking tone, not turning back.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
I stood and walked to her. “What do you need?”
“I told you—”
“A lie. And you know how I feel about lying. I’m not going to ask you again.”
She spun to face me, and that’s when I saw it.
Her flushed skin.
The pieces that’d come loose from her ponytail.
Her unfocused, heated eyes.
My dick throbbed. “Were you touching your pretty pussy, little dove?”
Her eyes went saucer big, but shocking the hell out of me, she didn’t try to deny it and only nodded.
“Because of what you were reading?”
Thankfully, she didn’t ask how I knew she’d been reading. Instead, she shook her head.
“What were you thinking about?”
She ran her tongue across her bottom lip before whispering, “You.”
Fuck, she’s killing me.
“Did you come?” I asked, my voice gruff.
Shifting her legs, she looked desperate and wild. “I couldn’t.”
“Are you here to ask your Daddy to make you come?”
A volcano of need erupted in her eyes as she nodded instantly. “Please.”
Cupping the back of her head and gripping her hip, I kissed her hard as I walked us to my desk. I lifted her onto the edge, spreading her thighs to stand between them.
My hand pushed under her shirt and ran up her side, stopping with my thumb curved just below her braless tit.
Juliet whimpered and tried to shift so I was touching it, but I dropped my hand. When I brought it back, she did it again, so I lowered it farther.
The next time my hand trailed up, she remained still.
So fucking perfect.
I stretched my thumb up to tease her hard nipple. Her moan went straight to my dick.
I wanted to drop to my knees and eat her until she came all over my mouth. Until she was the only thing I tasted for the rest of my damn life. But I knew if I did that, if I tasted that sweetness, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from fucking her.
Feeling her come on my fingers would have to do.
Moving my hand between her thighs, I hooked a finger in the fabric and pulled it aside, my dick aching when I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Tearing my mouth away, I leaned back to look.
Juliet tried squeezing her