Page 107 of Juliet's Touch

It took a great deal of effort to form words, making it a miracle that he was able to articulate anything at all. “You have my full attention, Sunshine,” he managed to say.

“Good,” she purred against his mouth. Her taunting tongue traced his lips as her hand slid up and down his length.

He was sure he had some place he was supposed to be, but damn if he could remember where that was.

She straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock. Clutching her hips, he guided her body up and down as she rode him. Despite the water smoothing some of their internal friction, his body hummed with pleasure as her stiff nipples scraped against his chest. There was nothing more seductive than Juliet’s flushed cheeks, parted lips, and lust-filled eyes, as she chased her pleasure.

“That’s it, darling, fuck me,” he encouraged her between kisses.

Moaning, she slammed her arse against his lap repeatedly.

It didn’t take long for her walls to quiver around his girth. She threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy. Eric grunted and then exploded, following her into bliss.

She rested her forehead on his shoulder. They steadied their ragged breathing as they held each other until the water grew tepid.

Fully naked and deliciously tupped, Juliet rested her back on the headboard, cradling Eric’s head on her lap. She held a piece of cheese to his lips whilst he nibbled.

“Did we surprise you?” she asked.

He swallowed the last bite before saying, “Didn’t you watch me jump out of my skin?”

She giggled as he nipped at her now-empty fingers. “I thought you would enjoy a bath and a repast before your adventures tonight.”

“You are making it difficult for me to leave. Honestly, I would prefer to curl up with you.”

“Then stay.”

He sighed. “I have one more thing I must see to. Once it is taken care of, I will only go out a couple of times a week.”

She respected Eric’s need to punish the wicked and protect the innocent. In fact, it was one of the things she loved most about him. Still, there were nights it was hard to share him with the world. However, no matter what, she would always do her part by supporting him.

“Would you like more to eat?” She inclined her chin toward the food that Mrs. Paulson had prepared for them.

“No. I’m full,” he said.

“Then why are you trying to eat my fingers?”

He gnashed his teeth, then clamped down on her index finger. “Because you taste so good,” he declared with his mouth full.

“Silly man.” She tapped his shoulder with her free hand. “Get up for a moment.”

He let go of her finger and pulled her head forward, kissing her from her upside-down position. Since he tasted like cheese, honey, and berries, she hated to pull away, but she still had more planned for their celebration.

“I have presents for you,” she said.

“I think you’ve already given me quite enough.” He winked. “A thorough tupping, and delicious dainties, including fingers.”

She playfully rolled her eyes, then slid her gaze over their chamber. “But you gave me this beautiful house.” She tapped his shoulder again, reminding him that he needed to sit up. “Besides, ’tis our one-week anniversary, so we must celebrate.”

Exhaling dramatically as if she’d asked him to swim to the continent, he lifted his head so that she could slide out from beneath him.

His gaze heated her bare backside as she padded across the room to grab the wrapped packages. She swung her hips, hoping to taunt him. By the time she returned to bed, he was propped against the headboard, his disheveled hair evidence that he’drecently been tupped, and his torso muscles popped as if he’d just used them. Since she’d done most of the work in the tub, she assumed that his recent mill was responsible for his engorged pectorals and biceps.

She curled up beside him, handing him the smaller package that she’d wrapped in brown paper and string.

He ripped it open like an excited child. His eyes widened as he held upThe Secret Life of Gentlemen.“Where did you get this?”

Her cheeks caught fire, which was silly, seeing as how they’d made love numerous times a day for the past week. “There is a bookstore in Mayfair that has naughty books in the basement.”