His lips drop, and he presses them hard against mine, holding them there until I can feel his emotions oozing out of him.
We stay like this until the song ends, held tight to one another, with our lips locked, swaying softly to a song that has significant meaning to me. Now, I get to share it with the man who now means everything to me.
“I wish I could have met your dad,” he mumbles against my lips. “I love your mom. But your dad sounds exactly like the father I want to be.”
“Harrison, you are already.” I take a small step back to look at him in his eyes. “You’re almost too good of a father. It’s why you’re so stressed. You don’t delegate and take on too much while trying to be both parents and often even taking over Willa’s role. The only thing you don’t do is the housekeeper’s job. You’ll burn out unless you learn to let go of the reins a bit. Worry about your business succeeding and being the best CEO. You don’t need to try any harder with Claud. You’re already an amazing father.”
His eyes glow bright in the moonlight with appreciation. “Thank you, Jules,” he whispers, stepping back into my space and lightly fingering my exposed collarbone.
His broad, powerful chest rises rapidly as his fingers trace down my chest, pushing aside my robe, following a teasing pattern around the swell of my breast.
The prolonged anticipation is almost unbearable, and a visceral need to touch him comes over me. Not that it surprises me. Harrison’s love language is touch, and I’m starting to think maybe mine is, too.
That or I’m just obsessed with him…both are viable answers.
I stand on my tippy-toes to swipe away the wisps of his fallen honey-blonde hair, then cup his cheek. “Take me to bed, Harrison.” My lust-filled voice breathes against his lips.
He cups my behind and lifts me so we’re face to face.
“How does my good girl want it?”
I glance back through the doors into his office, then turn, shooting him a flirtatious smirk, then lean in and bite his lip. “Bend me over your desk, and take your stress out on me, H.”
“Fuck!” He inhales sharply and stalks inside.
I push his briefs down and rub myself on him so he can feel how ready I am.
He clenches his jaw tight, and his nostrils flare. “You better be ready…you’re getting fucked hard tonight, baby,” he barks and slaps my ass.
Yes…please.
20
Juliette
“You should get both,”the saleswoman at La Perla says from beside me. “The coloring would complement your summer-bronzed skin perfectly.”
I smile kindly. “Thank you. Unfortunately, I can only afford one. I’m going away today with my boyfriend for a couple of days, and I wanted to get something new.”
“Then you must get this. It will blow his mind.” She holds up a one-piece crotchless lingerie set, more risqué than anything I’ve ever worn.
Harrison would probably love it, except I know he loves my innocent look more than anything else.
Another sales associate walks out from the back and rushes over, interrupting us. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Caldwell. Please let me introduce myself. I’m Gloria, the store manager, and I was on my lunch break. Our new employee here hasn’t yet been updated on our VIP guests.”
I look between them, confused. “I’m sorry, you must be mistaken and got the wrong Ms. Caldwell. I’m in no way a VIP.”
“I-I…” Gloria looks mortified. “I’m so sorry. I thought you were Juliette, that is with Mr. Harrison Davenport?”
I close my eyes for a brief moment and take a breath.
What did this man do?
“You’re not wrong, Gloria. However, I don’t need any special treatment.”
She looks like I just dropped a bomb in the room, and I realize she most likely can’t deny a Davenport request, or she would get in trouble with her boss.
“Well, I’m only going to get this today.” I hold up the gorgeous navy blue and lilac lace matching set, with a demi cup bra cut so low, I know it will drive Harrison crazy. He goes wild when my areolas peek out and my hardened nipples push through the ultra-thin lace. “How about next time I ask for you directly, and you can show me what new pieces have arrived.”
