24. Chapter 24 #2
“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. “Lock the 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 the no contact once we get home rule 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.”
That immediately supersedes Lock the door, Reno as 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 I want 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.