Her dress drops to the floor and my eyes follow, taking in her gorgeous ass, so perfect she could easily be a lingerie model. Her ass alone makes me thankful that thongs exist because seeing her wearing a thong and nothing else does more for me than all-out porn does.
Not to mention those gorgeous thighs that definitely belong around me. I force myself to look away when I feel my cock harden. I pull a pillow onto my lap, like a horny teenager, and try to picture anything else to make it go down.
Lief yelling at me, Mr. Giovani trying and failing to get in my face to prove he’s the bigger man, my poor mom at home, worried about me getting hurt. I take a slow breath and see Juliana’s dogs staring at me.
I set the pillow back where it was just for her to come out in a crop top and leggings. I’m not sure if it’s a better look on her than the dress or not. She sweeps her long hair into a ponytail high on her head and looks me over.
Please don’t comment. Please don’t comment. I’m trying to beg her with just a look to ignore the fact that I’m already getting hard again. I think it’s next to impossible tonotbe hard around her.
“You should relax. Take off your shoes, and take off your jacket. Be a person.” She snorts, then sashays over to a kitchen that would put most restaurants to shame.
She grabs a pan and some other things while humming to herself.
“You don’t have a chef?” I ask.
“Daddy bought one for me. I told him to drop off recipes and ingredients and nothing else. He gets more time with his family, I get a few more hours a day to myself.”
“What about your work days?”
“I can make my own lunch, Konstantin,” She argues.
I slip out of my jacket and my shoes. Juliana looks over at me and whistles. “What devil did you make a deal with?”
“Hmm?”
“To get a body like that.” She leans forward and licks her bottom lip. “Arms so huge I think they’re bigger than my thighs, all that muscle and height. There’s no way it’s just from eating your veggies.”
“I worked labor growing up. I put on muscle after I was ... removed from my position as your guard,” I explain simply.
“Hot.” She motions to me. “But not as hot as these grilled cheeses are about to be.”
I smile. She tells me what she’s doing as she works, almost like she’s on a cooking show. She actually looks like she’s enjoying the process. She pulls something out of the fridge and puts it on the stove while making the fourth sandwich.
Once she’s done, she plates it, cutting the sandwiches into three even strips. I reach for my plate and she swats me gently. I don’t know why that turns me on, but it does. She points at me. “Wait for permission.”
“You know I’m supposed to give the orders right?”
“Handsome, the men who get far in life, do it by listening to the women around them. You want a full belly, listen to me.”
I hold my hands up defensively. She pours two little side bowls of soup and smiles. “Five cheese grilled cheese – parmesan crusted, that’s the secret – and a tomato basil bisque.”
We eat together. We don’t say much, but I compliment her cooking and see her eyes light up. Once we finish, I pat my stomach. “I could go for another two.”
“I didn’t take into account your size.”
I’m about to argue when the door is knocked on. I look at her and she shrugs. Well, back to work mode. I head towards the door, but somehow, I don’t really know how, Juliana drops me on my ass. I fall onto the couch, upsetting the dogs enough that they huff, and she comes down on top of me, straddling me.
I open my mouth to tell her I need to do my job, but she covers my mouth with her hand. The only light on is the one in the kitchen. She summons her dog with one finger and a silent command then turns her fierce blue eyes on me.
I grab her thighs, definitely ready to toss her to the side. There’s no way I can get caught like this. Especially not when she presses herself entirely against me while she’s panting.
“Stay, big boy. I get you an hour. I have fifteen minutes left and I’m not about to waste them.”
I swallow and her hand moves from my mouth. She’s so close I can feel her breath on my lips and at least twenty different fantasies roll through my head. I’m starting to really like the idea of her holding me down and having her way with me when the door is knocked on again.
“Come on, Julie. It’s Gio. Open up.” Another knock. “Don’t be pissy because I yelled. I just want to talk.”
My hands tighten on Juliana’s thighs. Oh no. I’m definitely not losing the time I have with her to the same guy who upset her.