I may have my feelings sorted out and written down, but there was a chance she might reject me, or not even listen. I tapped my foot anxiously, staring out the window to the world that seemed so far away. I had almost forgotten that before I spilled my feelings to Juliet, I still had to face whoever was blackmailing me. As pressing as the issue seemed, Juliet trumped my thoughts.
So much so, that by the time my jet landed at JFK, I was about to crack from my impatience and buildup of feelings I had been stewing in on the long flight.
Stepping off the plane with Will behind me, I inhaled deeply, the familiar air of the city filling my lungs. I missed it.
“Good to be home,” said Will, slapping my back as he adjusted the duffel bag on his shoulder.
I nodded. Walking down the steps down to the tarmac, I saw my limo waiting.
“Need a ride home?” I asked, as Will stepped down onto the tarmac next to me.
“Yes, please,” he said, his face looking less haggard and colorless from his wild night before. The sleep helped his hangover, along with the early morning hair of the dog he had drunk. His phone rang just then.
“Hello?” he answered as we made our way to the limo, my driver rolling my suitcase behind us.
“Mhmm. Yes. That’s great!” exclaimed Will, looking wide-eyed and excited. “Talk soon.” He hung up and I looked at him curiously.
“What is it? You look like you did after that threesome in Vegas.”
“This is better…” He smirked. “That booking agent who got me the gig last night said the crowd loved me. He wants to book more shows spanning all over the U.S.”
“Shit, man,” I said, slapping his back. “That’s awesome.”
He nodded, the look in his eye saying his mind was whirring with possibilities, and his dreams coming to fruition. Too bad he was in New York to help me clean up my mess and step in if I neededhim. Hopefully, it wouldn’t get that far. Iwouldn’tlet it get that far.
On the way to Will’s place, which was on the way to mine, we talked more about the phone call and what the agent had told him. It was a nice distraction from what had consumed my thoughts on the plane. I congratulated him again as he got out of the limo.
“Good luck tomorrow,” he said, leaning casually through the car window.
“I’ll call you if I need you,” I said.
Will nodded, tipping an imaginary hat before heading into his brownstone.
As I entered my own apartment building ten minutes later, I stepped onto the elevator and leaned against the railing, exhausted from the travel day. As I gripped the cool metal, I looked around the small space and thought of my first night with Juliet. I bit back a small smile, remembering how she had dropped to her knees and practically swallowed me whole. I leaned my head back against the mirrored wall of the elevator and closed my eyes at the memory. I could feel a slight twitch against my slacks. This girl had me turned on and she wasn’t even here.
The doors slid open to reveal the large entryway of my apartment washed in hues of purple and orange and pink, signaling the end of the day. I stepped inside, my footstepsechoing, reminding me that I was alone. Juliet had been the last person here with me, and her memory was everywhere.
Against the pillar there.
Draped over the leather couch there.
Pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window there.
Sat upon the granite counter there.
I shook my head, scattering the memories as I left my suitcase in the foyer and strode down the long hallway to my bedroom. It was exactly as I had left it, and my bed was calling to me with its plush duvet and large pillows. I walked past it toward the bathroom, in need of a hot shower to wash the day away.
As the bathroom filled with warm steam, making it hard to see, I stepped into the shower and let out a satisfied sigh as the hot water ran over me. I ran my fingers through my hair as I looked up toward the falling water.
Even a shower reminded me of Juliet, and the first time I had laid eyes on her. I imagined her smooth legs, slick with water, propped up just so on the edge of her tub, revealing the most intimate parts of her. As one hand supported me against the white tiles of my shower, I slid the other down my slick abdomen, further down, until it reached my cock that was already hard with thoughts of Juliet’s naked body.
I wrapped my hand around the base of my shaft, slowly moving it upward until it squeezed the rounded tip. I stroked back downward toward the base, increasing the pressure of my grip as I imagined Juliet’s hand wrapped around me. I groaned at the image, her soft fingers curled around me, strumming me into a beautiful harmony.
I tilted my head back, letting the water stream down my face as I moved my hand faster up and down my length. Precum was already beading at the tip. I imagined Juliet’s mouth, her tongue moving expertly along the base as she took me fully in her throat. I gripped the wall tighter, my other hand moving faster until my balls tensed and released, my cock throbbing feverishly in my hand as I moaned Juliet’s name aloud.
How the hell was I supposed to let this woman go?
Chapter 27
