She tried to step away, but he gripped her shirt.
“Direct me, baby.”
She knew that statement had hidden meanings. She also knew that he had watched her like a hawk tonight, and her nerves couldn’t take much more. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy throbbed. She was totally aroused, especially at the sight of him. He looked good. Too fucking good, and as she watched a few women flirting with him earlier, she thought she would lose her mind.
“Turn that one to the right. Then we need to replace it with this one.”
He leaned forward and did as she instructed. In no time the tap was changed, and Clifford yelled from upstairs indicating it was fine.
Juliet went toward the stairs when Richie snagged her around the waist. He pressed her back against the railing.
He was staring at the cleavage in the tight shirt she wore. His fingers played with the skin between the waist of her low-rise jeans and her top.
He fisted the shirt at the bottom as he held her gaze and stared down at her.
“I hate this fucking shirt. I hate that other men are looking over this perfect body of yours. A body that should belong to Carl and me.”
She took an unsteady breath as she held his forearms and embraced his masculinity with her mind and her senses but refused to physically show it.
“Please, Richie. We’ve been over this. I can’t.”
He released her top to press his hand against her cheek. His thumb caressed her lower lip, and he pressed his body tighter against her. She could feel his erection, and it turned her on.
“I find you irresistibly attractive, I think about you all the time, and if you would just give me a chance, then I will show you how deeply I care.”
She shook her head. He was using her own words, the ones she said in front of Stevie and those men, against her.
“What about devotion and sincerity?”
“That, too
.”
He covered her mouth and kissed her softly. She accepted his kiss and even his tongue as he deepened it. He explored her mouth, making her more aroused. She felt his hand move under her shirt, over her ribs and against her breast. He moaned into her mouth, and she moaned back.
His thumb pressed over her nipple, and she felt her pussy clench with need. This was a mistake. It felt so damn good, but it was a mistake.
She began to pull away when he wrapped her tighter then slowly released her lips.
“I want you so badly, Juliet. Carl and I are demanding and bossy, I know that you know that. We would never hurt you. But I am not a patient man. This feels too fucking perfect, too good to ignore.”
“Juliet, I need you up here,” Clifford called down to her, and she snapped back into reality.
“You can’t do this. I need to go.”
He stopped her as she went to fix her lipstick. He reached up and fixed it for her.
“You look perfect,” he whispered, and she straightened out her shirt, completely aware of how abrasive the material of her bra was against her oversensitive nipples. It would take a while for her to get over Richie’s touch. She may never be able to.
Chapter 4
It was closing time, and Susanna was finishing up the totals for the evening when she heard the knock on her office door.
“Come in.”
Carl and Richie entered the room.
“You wanted to see us?” Carl asked.