Be With Me in Silicon Valley: The Juliette Trilogy (The Princesses of Silicon Valley - Book 3) by Anita Claire
Authors: Anita Claire
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know we’re close, I can feel their gait increase. I have to hold them back from trotting up the hill. Deborah comes out to greet us, taking Jackson’s lead rope as Nate dismounts. The teenage girls look at Nate and giggle as they run off to one of their mom’s car.
Giving him the elbow, I grin and say, “You’re a hit with teens.”
He smirks and shakes his head.
We then secure each horse with the lead rope and halter. Showing Nate how to do it, we remove the tack, unbuckle and take off the bridle, and then unhitch the cinch of the saddle. Deborah shows Nate where to put the tack, and how to flip the saddle pad so the sweat can dry off.
“This is my favorite part. I love grooming the horses. I think it’s because the horses enjoy being groomed.” I tell Nate as we brush out their coats with a currycomb, and then a body brush. Deborah and I each check their hooves. Nate helps us put on their blankets. We then lead them into their stall, where I see the girls had already filled their troughs with food and water before they took off. The whole activity probably takes half an hour, including Deborah dropping us off at our cars. Nate stands at my car as she drives away.
Shivering in the cold and dark, I say, “Do you want to meet me at my place?”
Cupping my face, he leans over and gives me a panty wetting kiss, smiles, nods, and says, “your place.”
Chapter 13 – A Matryoshka Doll
Turning my car heater on as high as it gets, it just starts getting warm by the time I get home. Parking in our garage, I pull off my riding boots and leave them in the garage. Entering the house I turn on the lights and start walking to the front door when the doorbell rings. As I open it up to tell Nate that was a quick parking job, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I scream in surprise and delight as he stalks directly into my room. Dropping me on my bed, he’s directly above me, hands on either side of my head. He wipes the laugh off my face with a deep kiss. He breaks the kiss to ask, “We good?”
Smiling and nodding, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, and pull him in so we can continue kissing. I then roll us, so I’m now on top. He unzips my fleece forcing me to release my arms from his neck so he can wrench it off my arms. The next layer is my sweatshirt. Releasing our kiss, he pulls it up and off. When he realizes I’m now wearing a running jacket, he pushes me up by my upper arms. “How many layers do you have? You’re like a Russian Matryoshka Doll” he says.
Laughing, I tell him, “It’s cold out there.” Sitting up as I straddle him, I peel my running jacket off, and then sweep my long-sleeved running shirt off. Looking down, I watch his eyes get darker with each layer that’s shed. Wiggling my butt, I give him a lap dance. His hands are grasping my thighs as his thumbs rub my inner thighs. With a sly smile, I coo, “Like my sexy lingerie?” Then I reach back to unlatch my sports bra. Undoing it, I continue to lap dance as I slowly pull down the straps, finally uncovering my breasts. His hands instantaneously reach up and grab them. Without releasing my breasts, he sits up smashing his mouth into me.
He brakes the kiss to breathlessly say, “too many clothes, we’re still wearing too many clothes.” He flips me onto my back, reaches down, unbuttons and unzips my riding pants. He pulls them down to my thighs, then jumps off the bed.
Grabbing the hem of my pants, I can’t help but laugh and grab onto the edge of my bed as he yanks them off. Reaching up, he grabs my underpants and yanks them off too, then pulls off my socks. The condo is cold, so I scurry under my covers wondering why I bothered washing my sheets since we’re only going to dirty them again. The two of us maintain eye contact as he quickly throws off his fleece and Henley, then kicks off his shoes and pulls down his jeans. He grabs his phone and wallet out of them and places them on my
Giving him the elbow, I grin and say, “You’re a hit with teens.”
He smirks and shakes his head.
We then secure each horse with the lead rope and halter. Showing Nate how to do it, we remove the tack, unbuckle and take off the bridle, and then unhitch the cinch of the saddle. Deborah shows Nate where to put the tack, and how to flip the saddle pad so the sweat can dry off.
“This is my favorite part. I love grooming the horses. I think it’s because the horses enjoy being groomed.” I tell Nate as we brush out their coats with a currycomb, and then a body brush. Deborah and I each check their hooves. Nate helps us put on their blankets. We then lead them into their stall, where I see the girls had already filled their troughs with food and water before they took off. The whole activity probably takes half an hour, including Deborah dropping us off at our cars. Nate stands at my car as she drives away.
Shivering in the cold and dark, I say, “Do you want to meet me at my place?”
Cupping my face, he leans over and gives me a panty wetting kiss, smiles, nods, and says, “your place.”
Chapter 13 – A Matryoshka Doll
Turning my car heater on as high as it gets, it just starts getting warm by the time I get home. Parking in our garage, I pull off my riding boots and leave them in the garage. Entering the house I turn on the lights and start walking to the front door when the doorbell rings. As I open it up to tell Nate that was a quick parking job, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I scream in surprise and delight as he stalks directly into my room. Dropping me on my bed, he’s directly above me, hands on either side of my head. He wipes the laugh off my face with a deep kiss. He breaks the kiss to ask, “We good?”
Smiling and nodding, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, and pull him in so we can continue kissing. I then roll us, so I’m now on top. He unzips my fleece forcing me to release my arms from his neck so he can wrench it off my arms. The next layer is my sweatshirt. Releasing our kiss, he pulls it up and off. When he realizes I’m now wearing a running jacket, he pushes me up by my upper arms. “How many layers do you have? You’re like a Russian Matryoshka Doll” he says.
Laughing, I tell him, “It’s cold out there.” Sitting up as I straddle him, I peel my running jacket off, and then sweep my long-sleeved running shirt off. Looking down, I watch his eyes get darker with each layer that’s shed. Wiggling my butt, I give him a lap dance. His hands are grasping my thighs as his thumbs rub my inner thighs. With a sly smile, I coo, “Like my sexy lingerie?” Then I reach back to unlatch my sports bra. Undoing it, I continue to lap dance as I slowly pull down the straps, finally uncovering my breasts. His hands instantaneously reach up and grab them. Without releasing my breasts, he sits up smashing his mouth into me.
He brakes the kiss to breathlessly say, “too many clothes, we’re still wearing too many clothes.” He flips me onto my back, reaches down, unbuttons and unzips my riding pants. He pulls them down to my thighs, then jumps off the bed.
Grabbing the hem of my pants, I can’t help but laugh and grab onto the edge of my bed as he yanks them off. Reaching up, he grabs my underpants and yanks them off too, then pulls off my socks. The condo is cold, so I scurry under my covers wondering why I bothered washing my sheets since we’re only going to dirty them again. The two of us maintain eye contact as he quickly throws off his fleece and Henley, then kicks off his shoes and pulls down his jeans. He grabs his phone and wallet out of them and places them on my
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