perfect rhythm.
“God, you feel good.” Jay moaned again as he continued pushing himself in and out of her greedy sex.
“Shut up and kiss me,” Juliet demanded.
“Yes, ma’am.” With a sideways smirk, he thrust into her a little harder. “Whatever you want.”
You. All I want is you.
Claiming her mouth with his, he continued to slide his throbbing shaft in and out. In and out.
They kept on like that, the speed and force of their movements increasing with every delectable thrust. Jay continued feasting on her as if he’d never get enough.
She knew the feeling all too well.
Her body began to quiver, her inner muscles tightening around him as she felt him became impossibly fuller. Jay must have sensed her impending explosion because he lifted himself just enough to slide his hand between them.
The man knew her body well—or maybe even better—than she did, his fingers effortlessly finding their mark with ease. Gathering her essence from where they were joined, he began rubbing her swollen clit in small, tight circles.
A band of electricity coursed through her body. Juliet started to cry out his name, but Jay swallowed it with another deep, mouthwatering kiss.
Her tongue licked and laved against his while he continued thrusting and rubbing with utter perfection.
“I’m close,” she proclaimed against his lips.
“I know, baby. Go on.” His fingers pressed a little harder. “Come for me.”
“Oh, God.”
“Come on, baby,” he panted loudly. “Can’t...hold out...much longer. Need...you...to—”
Juliet tossed her head back as she came. A low, keening sound filled the room as she let the intense orgasm sweep ferociously through her entire body. She was so lost in her own, amazing climax, she almost missed Jay releasing his own.
His muscles tightened, his thrusts becoming sporadic and uneven, and he growled out her name as his hot seed poured into her welcoming channel.
Seconds, or maybe minutes, later, she finally found the ability to speak again.
“Wow.” She huffed out a breath. “That was...”
“Perfect.” His deep voice vibrated through her chest.
Eyes closed, Juliet offered him a lazy smile. “It really was.”
Warm lips landed on hers. “I’ve missed you so much.”
She lifted her satiated lids and found him staring down at her with reverence. Raking her fingers through his disheveled hair, Juliet whispered, “I’ve missed you, too.”
For the next several minutes, they continued to lay like that. Bodies still joined as they held onto one another.
What felt like hours later, Jay slid out of her sensitive entrance and led her to the shower to get cleaned up...and proceeded to make love to her again.
As promised, he took his time with round two. Cherishing every inch of her welcoming body until they were both even more satisfied than before.
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Chapter 7
Mike studied Juliet’s sleeping form once more before sliding out of the bed they’d been sharing for the past two days. Technically, he’d shared it with her and her cat, but Lydia kept to the foot of the bed, so he didn’t really mind.
What he did mind was the fucking guilt that kept pressing in on him. With each day that passed, it was becoming harder and harder to hold back the truth. But he had to. For her sake.
At least that’s what he kept telling himself.
His phone buzzed as he was buttoning his jeans, and Mike quickly grabbed it from his nightstand to keep from waking her. Not recognizing the number—and wondering who the hell would be calling him at two-thirty in the morning—he waited until he was halfway down the hall to answer.
Tapping the screen, Mike kept his voice low. “Yeah?”
“That how you answer your phone, now?”
The voice was a blast from his past. And not one he had any desire to hear.
“How’d you get this number?”
Brad Lopez, his former CIA handler, chuckled. “Really? If you’re asking that question, you’ve been out of the game too damn long.”
“What do you want?” Mike asked curtly. Nothing good ever came with a phone call from this man.
His cold demeanor didn’t seem to faze the man on the other end of the line. “Can you talk?”
Glancing at the partially closed door, he said, “You’ve got two minutes.”
“Sorry, Bradshaw, but this conversation will probably take a little longer than that. Get someplace private. You’re gonna want to hear what I have to say.”
Shit.
Indulging the asshole, Mike gave his bedroom door one final check before making his way out the sliding door and onto his small back patio.
“Start talking. And cut to the chase.”
“I’m assuming you’re speaking in a low tone to keep Miss Farrow from overhearing.”
What the fuck? “How the