allow the pull of the bedroom to win out. But she felt Danny’s touch on her hand, tightening her fingers around the basket handle.
No you don’t, you sexy little minx. Delivery first. Fuck later. You know it’s always better with a longer build-up.
‘How is six months not a long enough build-up?’
Danny’s touch gently pushed her out the door and when she closed it behind her, Juliette almost collapsed in the hallway. She bit down hard on her lip – trying to quell all of that aching desire.
Right, she thought firmly, delivery. Fast.
Chapter Nine
Juliette was practically skipping as she made her way back to the apartment. She had finished placing her treats haphazardly at the doorways of her neighbours. She had a close call when a couple arrived home, late and a little tipsy. She crept around the corner to wait while they let themselves into their apartment and heard them exclaim at the sight of her gift at their door. But then the door had slammed shut behind them, so she didn’t get to hear what they thought of her apricot and coconut slice.
She couldn’t believe she was about to have sex with her husband again – after all of this time, it was inconceivable that she had him back. And she wondered if tonight was going to be just like the first time again. After their first meeting on the beach, their relationship had very quickly become physical. That had been unusual for Juliette. In her past, she had always preferred to wait several weeks, sometimes months before she took things to the next level. In her entire life, she’d only slept with four different men – including her husband. But with Danny, she just couldn’t help herself. From the first time their fingers touched, when they both reached out for the wine bottle that had been placed on the table between them at dinner on their first date, she simply couldn’t wait to touch him again. It had been the most sexually charged date she had ever experienced. Looking back, she wasn’t even sure how they had made it all the way through dinner and back to Danny’s place before they started tearing off one another’s clothes.
Now, as Juliette approached her front door, she hesitated when she saw something small and dark dart past her down the corridor. Looking closely, she realised it was a cat – a sleek, black cat. Why was this reminding her of something? Then she remembered the woman who had knocked on herdoor. Hadn’t she said her missing cat was black? Juliette stood still, conflicted. She desperately wanted to get back inside, to feel Danny’s touch on her skin once more. But then there was that woman, who had seemed so worried about her damned cat. Juliette was a kind person – she didn’t like the thought of not helping someone if she was in the position to.
With a groan of frustration, her need to do the right thing took over and she dropped the basket by her feet before darting after the cat. Unfortunately, though, the cat did not want to be caught. Every time she got close, it would streak away from her. As she chased it down the corridor, she racked her brain, trying to remember the apartment number of the woman who’d lost the cat. Finally, the cat stopped and sat itself down directly in front of an apartment door. Looking up at the number, she smiled with relief: twenty K – that was it. This was the right apartment, the bloody cat had found its way back there on its own.
Glaring at the cat, she stepped in close so she could knock on the door – hopefully she would be able to escape back down the hall and into her own apartment before the woman saw her. When she opened her door, all she’d see would be her cat, sitting there waiting for her – as though it had knocked all by itself. She suppressed a giggle at the mental image of a cat politely rapping on its own door to be let back in. Just after she knocked, however, before she was able to turn and race away out of sight, the cat suddenly let out a snarling hiss. She
No you don’t, you sexy little minx. Delivery first. Fuck later. You know it’s always better with a longer build-up.
‘How is six months not a long enough build-up?’
Danny’s touch gently pushed her out the door and when she closed it behind her, Juliette almost collapsed in the hallway. She bit down hard on her lip – trying to quell all of that aching desire.
Right, she thought firmly, delivery. Fast.
Chapter Nine
Juliette was practically skipping as she made her way back to the apartment. She had finished placing her treats haphazardly at the doorways of her neighbours. She had a close call when a couple arrived home, late and a little tipsy. She crept around the corner to wait while they let themselves into their apartment and heard them exclaim at the sight of her gift at their door. But then the door had slammed shut behind them, so she didn’t get to hear what they thought of her apricot and coconut slice.
She couldn’t believe she was about to have sex with her husband again – after all of this time, it was inconceivable that she had him back. And she wondered if tonight was going to be just like the first time again. After their first meeting on the beach, their relationship had very quickly become physical. That had been unusual for Juliette. In her past, she had always preferred to wait several weeks, sometimes months before she took things to the next level. In her entire life, she’d only slept with four different men – including her husband. But with Danny, she just couldn’t help herself. From the first time their fingers touched, when they both reached out for the wine bottle that had been placed on the table between them at dinner on their first date, she simply couldn’t wait to touch him again. It had been the most sexually charged date she had ever experienced. Looking back, she wasn’t even sure how they had made it all the way through dinner and back to Danny’s place before they started tearing off one another’s clothes.
Now, as Juliette approached her front door, she hesitated when she saw something small and dark dart past her down the corridor. Looking closely, she realised it was a cat – a sleek, black cat. Why was this reminding her of something? Then she remembered the woman who had knocked on herdoor. Hadn’t she said her missing cat was black? Juliette stood still, conflicted. She desperately wanted to get back inside, to feel Danny’s touch on her skin once more. But then there was that woman, who had seemed so worried about her damned cat. Juliette was a kind person – she didn’t like the thought of not helping someone if she was in the position to.
With a groan of frustration, her need to do the right thing took over and she dropped the basket by her feet before darting after the cat. Unfortunately, though, the cat did not want to be caught. Every time she got close, it would streak away from her. As she chased it down the corridor, she racked her brain, trying to remember the apartment number of the woman who’d lost the cat. Finally, the cat stopped and sat itself down directly in front of an apartment door. Looking up at the number, she smiled with relief: twenty K – that was it. This was the right apartment, the bloody cat had found its way back there on its own.
Glaring at the cat, she stepped in close so she could knock on the door – hopefully she would be able to escape back down the hall and into her own apartment before the woman saw her. When she opened her door, all she’d see would be her cat, sitting there waiting for her – as though it had knocked all by itself. She suppressed a giggle at the mental image of a cat politely rapping on its own door to be let back in. Just after she knocked, however, before she was able to turn and race away out of sight, the cat suddenly let out a snarling hiss. She
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