Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I click it off and call out again, “Juliette, baby? Where are you?”
My steps quicken as I glance in the white marble kitchen with its gleaming stainless-steel appliances. It’s a chef’s wet dream. In Juliette’s off time, she enjoys dabbling with recipes. She likes to tell me that cooking is kind of like science. It’s all about following a formula. She’s turned out to be pretty damn good—which is no surprise, since science is totally her thing.
But the kitchen is empty.
My gaze sweeps over the living room with its floor-to-ceiling wall of windows that look out over the blue depths of Lake Michigan. Million-dollar views, the realtor claimed when we toured the building. As soon as we walked inside, I knew it was the perfect place to start our lives together.
And I wasn’t wrong.
The spectacular view is usually enough to calm me.
But not this time. Not when I don’t know where my woman is.
I peek inside the study to see if she’s camped out there but, just like the kitchen and living room, it’s deserted. I loosen the tie from around my neck and walk into our massive bedroom. A noise from the bathroom draws my attention and I beeline in that direction. As I step over the threshold, my feet grind to a halt at the sight that greets me.
Juliette is stretched out in the massive porcelain tub. It’s roomy enough for at least six people, which means that there’s plenty of space to maneuver.
A groan rumbles up from deep within my chest as my gaze rakes over her naked body. Water laps at her rosy-tipped nipples. That’s all it takes for my mouth to water and my cock to stir.
Damn, but I’ve missed her something fierce.
“Hey, baby,” she says before bringing a glass of champagne to her lips and taking a sip. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
When she extends the delicate stemmed flute, I take it and down the bubbly contents in one thirsty gulp.
“There’s more,” she says with a smile.
That’s when I notice a dark glass bottle with an orange label sitting off to the side and a bowl of bright red strawberries.
My brows rise. “Planned a little romantic evening for us, did you?”
“Yup. I missed you while you were away.” Her gaze slides down the length of my body. It feels more like a physical caress. “Are you going to take off your clothes and join me?” There’s a pause before she rises from the water. “Never mind, I’ll take them off myself.”
My hungry graze roves over her nakedness. Juliette is so fucking beautiful. Especially wet with her long, dark hair piled high on top of her head. Her skin is all flushed from the warm water.
I set the flute down as she steps out of the tub. Rivulets of clear liquid roll down her delectable body before puddling on the thick bathmat. Unable to help myself, I reach out and pinch one stiffened peak. Arousal flares in her eyes as she steps closer before reaching out to slip the loosened tie from around my neck. It gets tossed onto the gray veined marble tile. The silk tie was an expensive gift from her last Christmas, and I usually take great care with it.
In this moment, I don’t give a crap.
She unbuttons my pressed white shirt before parting the material and slipping it from my shoulders. Once the white T-shirt is discarded, she flattens her palms against my pectorals and strokes them across my chest.
There’s nothing like the feel of her hands worshiping my body.
This right here is exactly what I’ve been craving.
Her palms make one last pass before settling on my belt. She loosens the silver buckle before starting on the button and then zipper. The material gets shoved down my hips and thighs before she sinks to the marble tile. I’m quickly divested of my wingtips, socks, and slacks until I’m in nothing more than my boxer briefs. From her position, she meets my eyes before rising to her knees. Her fingers settle around my rigid length through the cottony material before giving me a gentle squeeze. A few strokes later, she delves inside my underwear and tugs the fabric down until my cock can spring free.
Another groan rumbles up from my chest when she closes the distance between us and wraps her lips around the head of my dick before drawing it into the warmth of her mouth. Even though I want to keep my eyes open so I can stare at the pretty picture she makes, I can’t.
The way she licks and sucks me feels too damn good.
I thrust out my hips, only wanting to feel the sweet suction. Just as she finds a steady rhythm, I gently push her away, knowing that if she keeps this up for much longer, I’ll come in her mouth. And as much as I enjoy that, I want inside her pussy. I’ve been dreaming about it for days.