Page 108 of Revenge Puck

“She screamed ‘We bang plenty’ into the phone.”

“She did.”

Juliette shakes her head, but she’s smiling now. Flushed, breathless, beautiful.

I want to pick up where we left off: get her naked, get her wet, bend her over, and fuck her from behind…

In that order.

Stepping back between her parted legs, I slide my hands over her thighs. Nuzzle her neck below her ear.

“Where were we?” I murmur.

She swallows. “Your sister was yelling about banging.”

“Before that.”

Her eyes flicker down to the belt buckle dangling limply at my open fly.

“Come on, babe, let me go down on you,” I croon. “Get you wet. Suck on you.”

My mouth brushes over hers, softly. Slowly. No rush. Reminding her how good I can make her feel, how there’s no need to be self-conscious by my dumb sister’s interruption.

I glide my hand up her stomach and palm her breast, cupping it. Gently rubbing her nipple back into a hard nub.

“You know what sounds good right now?” I ask into her neck. “A shower.”

“It’s a yes or no question?”

“Neither.” I grin at her. “I think we’re both keyed up right now and could stand to relax. Let’s get naked, rinse off, then snuggle on the couch.”

Juliette hesitates, biting her lip. Unsure. “We haven’t even finished dinner.”

I glance at the counter: at the plates, cups, and wine glasses. Pot of pasta, pan of sauce. Then I glance down the hall toward my bedroom.

“Babe, I have a very nice shower.”And I would like to fuck you in it…

Standing up.

Water wetting your tits.

Slamming into you from behind.

“I know you do, but…” She studies me for a second. Tucks her lip between her teeth. “I have a confession. I’ve never taken a shower with a man before.” She shrugs bashfully. “I always imagine someone falling and cracking their skull open on a slippery tile.”

I cup her jaw, thumb brushing over her pouty bottom lip. “I like the idea of being close to you. No phone. No TV. No distractions. Just water and heat.”

Her eyes search mine, still uncertain but curious, like she’s calculating the risk against the thrill of it.

She exhales a small nervous laugh. “Okay. But if I slip, I’m blaming you.”

Fair enough.

I lift her from the counter with my hands around her waist and set her on her feet, leading her to the bedroom by the hand. Juliette covers her tits with her forearm, too shy to walk uninhibited down the hallway.

The stark contrast between her and the women I’ve dated before hits me hard.

They would’ve strutted bare-ass naked.