"Okay?" I could hear the confusion in her voice.
"You love when I kiss..."
"Behind my ears," Juliet completed the sentence. "You like it when I..."
I loved how she instantly caught on. "Kiss down the center of my chest and follow the path to the top of my jeans. You like when I call you..."
"Love. You like it when I call you..."
I didn't have to think, it came instantly. "Mine. Your favorite position is..."
Juliet laughed. "CEO."
I chuckled. "I like a woman who knows what she wants."
"On top." She instantly picked the game back up. "Your favorite position is..."
"Inside you."
"Wow, okay. That was hot."
She was right, that was very hot, I had one hand in my sweats and stroking my cock as we talked. I imagined her lips wrapped tightly around the head and thrusting into her warm opening. Wait, which opening was I thinking about.
I stroked my hand up and down, my head lulled back as I listened to her talk.
"I think we should call it a night. It's time for me to head home. Will we talk tomorrow, Michael?"
"Yes," I panted as the need inside me built. We disconnected and I continued to stroke, up and down, imagining Juliet calling my name as she came and then I was releasing while I thought of this woman who had enchanted me.
4
Greyson
As I headed toward the elevator my heart was pounding. Why would Madeline call me and ask me to come in early? What if Greyson didn't like the job I was doing, would I lose my job without warning? I wondered if this was about Michael. He had called the station two nights in a row. The elevator opened, and I walked off. I felt like I was heading down the Green Mile. Sure this was the way to my sound studio too but that wasn't important, not now.
"Mr. Right is expecting you, go on in," Madeline informed me.
As I entered his office, the blinds were closed, which was not the norm of the last few days. Greyson Right had this presence about him, an air that seemed to radiate off him.
As I neared his desk he looked up and our eyes locked. His blue eyes were darker today than I had remembered, almost like sapphires.
He waved me closer. He was wearing a pair of glasses that he slid off as he stood.
"You wanted to see me?" I hated that my voice sounded skittish.
He signaled to a chair. "Have a seat." That single sentence sent shivers down my spine. Even though we had only spoken those first two days, there was something very familiar about Greyson.
He came around and took the seat next to me. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands folded as if in prayer. I could just see his mouth from behind his hands. God, help me not to salivate over my boss.
I followed the lean muscular curve of his forearm down to his elbow and then back up his biceps. He filled out his shirt in a very nice way.
"Juliet... Juliet." Greyson smacked his hand on his thighs. "Juliet, are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just taking this all in."
"Fair enough. I wanted to talk with you about how things are going, I've noticed you have had a rise in calls."
"Yeah, it's been nice."