“Come on.” I push myself off the bed, then help her to her feet, pulling her to the bathroom and boosting her up onto the counter.
“Brace your foot here.” I show her where to plant her foot on the wall next to me, and she does, then nods. “Good?”
“Good.”
Notching the head of my cock against her, I push inside and reach over to brace myself on the mirror while I move gently in and out of her.
“Oh God, yes,” she moans as she clings to me. “Harder.”
“Wild—”
“Harder. Please.”
I can’t say no to her. I move faster, pushing deeper and harder, but am still careful not to jostle her leg, and she watches me with those big blue eyes.
“Is this what you need, Juliet?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
She reaches between us and pushes her fingers against her clit, and she clenches around me like a fucking vise.
“Fuck. You’re going to make me come, baby. Jesus Christ, look at how well you take this cock.”
She’s starting to quiver, her hand moves faster, and as she falls over the edge, I tumble with her, groaning as I come inside her, filling her so full that it spills out around my cock.
“Pain?” I can barely talk, I’m breathing so hard, but I have to check in with her.
“What pain?”
I smile and lean in to kiss her forehead.
“I love you. You’re so fucking badass.”
“I’m so much stronger with you,” she says, brushing her fingers down my cheek. “Now, clean us up so we can go back to snuggling.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
JULIET
“Can we just do this every day? Sex and cuddles? Like why do we have to work? Let’s retire now so we can actually enjoy it, you know?” We’re back on the couch, and I’m totally clinging to my man, running my hand over his chest.
“I’m down for that,” Brooks replies. “I mean, we’ll eventually go broke, but we can live on love.”
I smirk, and his fingers ghost over the shell of my ear, making me shiver.
“I’m donating the rest of Justin’s money.”
His eyebrows climb in surprise, but he’s quiet, letting me continue.
“You never said anything before about being mad or not wanting to use the money that I inherited for the house, or for our lifestyle, but I could tell that you didn’t love the idea.”
“I’d rather not use anything that came from him,” he admits. He’s not angry, but he stiffened up a bit, and I don’t like that.
“I’ve always felt the same way,” I reply with a sigh. “I hated using that money. Well, not the money from the sale of the house. I had no problem using that to start my business. To buy the building and get everything going. But the cash? It alwaysgave me the icks. Connor had a good point when he said that money isn’t personal, and I was grateful that I had it for the repairs on the building after the flood. I was able to pay my staff, so they didn’t have to find other jobs while we were closed.”
“Then keep the money, baby.”
