Maddie busts up laughing.
I glare at her. “You knew she was behind me.”
“I didn’t make you say it,” she says between fits of giggles.
“You’re fired,” I say, but she’s already waving it off because she knows that I don’t actually mean it.
“This place would be lost without me,” she says as I turn to greet Juliette.
“Whose firstborn are you promising your cousin?” she asks again.
I open my mouth to explain when I notice what she’s wearing. It’s a red wrap dress that clings to her body with bright red lipstick to match.
“You look beautiful,” I breathe out.
All the blood in my brain quickly relocates to my dick as I imagine pulling on that magical cord, allowing that dress to drop open and reveal the body I’ve been dreaming about.
“This old thing,” Juliette says, twisting her hips playfully, so the dress flows out around her.
“Maddie,” I call over my shoulder without taking my eyes off Juliette. “You are in charge.”
She says something back, but I don’t hear her. I’ve already grabbed Juliette’s hand, and I’m leading her toward the back of the bar.
“Where are we going?” Juliette asks.
“Upstairs,” I tell her as we walk down the back hallway past the door to my office to the steps that lead up to my apartment.
The moment the door closes behind us at the top of the steps, I press Juliette between my body and the door. Her eyes flutter closed as my hands run down every curve of her body until I reach the hem. Her bare thighs are warm to the touch, and I’m already aching to feel them wrapped around my waist as I pump deep inside her.
“Roman,” she breathes out as I trail kisses over the soft skin of her neck. The scent of her rose perfume driving me wild.
“Do you want me to slow down?” I ask, but praying she says no.
My prayers are answered when she shakes her head back and forth. “Don’t you dare.”
My fingertips graze up her thighs, making goosebumps prickle up on her skin until I reach the lace of her panties. I tuck my fingers beneath the fabric and lower them slowly down her legs. She steps out of them and kicks them off to the side. Juliette tugs at the belt of her dress, and it drops open. Just the sight of the curves of her cleavage nearly has me coming right there on the spot. She runs her fingers down the center of her chest between her breasts and pulls open the fabric. The dress slips from her shoulders but catches at her bent elbows.
She doesn’t say a word. My brain practically stopped functioning the moment I saw her in this dress but seeing her nearly out of it has me wanting her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.
I watch her as she starts walking across the loft toward the king-size bed.
“Are you coming?” she asks, her tone deep and seductive.
I’m snapped out of the sexual haze and cross the room to wrap her in my arms.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper against her ear.
A shy smile penetrates the façade of the seductress, and I take that as my cue to take control.
I reach up and run my hands over her bare shoulders and down her arms. Her eyes flutter shut as I straighten her arms so the dress drops to the ground in a puddle at our feet.
“You’re wearing too much,” she chuckles under her breath.
I reach back over my head and tug off the shirt and sweater I’m wearing all at once. If it’s even possible, I get even harder as her eyes and hands move over the contours of my chest and abs.
Juliette squeals when I bend down and grab the back of her thighs to lift her up. Her legs wrap around my waist. I walk us over to the bed and lay her down on the soft mattress, our bodies sinking together as one.
My hips thrust forward, pressing my cock against the heat of her pussy. She moans and moves her hand between us, gripping my throbbing shaft under my pants.