There had been a minor battle at the front desk when Chance had insisted on paying for the hotel room once again. The threat of Juliet canceling this whole little tryst altogether was enough to put his ego in check and let his other urges take control.

Once again, one look at those shoulders in that sexy dress of hers was enough to make him fall on his knees and beg like a dog if that’s what she wanted. In the elevator, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body hard against him, letting him know that begging wouldn’t be necessary.

These days, Chance had to take life’s little pleasures as they came, and tonight promised to be a bit more than little when it came to pleasures.

They didn’t waste time once they were in the room.

It was as though crossing the threshold led them into another dimension, a dimension where the rules of the mating game were thrown right out the window. The coy looks, nervous small talk, teasing grins, lip biting, awkward stares at the glaringly obvious bed, none of it happened.

Juliet simply melted into him.

And Chance was more than happy to turn up the heat.

Juliet wasn’t a short woman, but she still had a good nine or so inches to go before catching up to him. He helped her along by placing his palms around her behind and lifting her up to him.

With her arms and legs planted firmly around him, she pressed her body into his even harder as she kissed him. Just as with that first kiss back at the butterfly center, Chance was amazed at how simple yet amazing the most intimate interactions with Juliet were. It was an easy mixture of pure lust, combined with that unknown element that just made everything fall into place perfectly.

But something even stronger than that was quickly taking over. As if feeling it too, Juliet slid down his body. She reached around to unzip the back of her dress, giving him a look that didn’t need interpretation.

Chance didn’t bother challenging it. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, letting it drop to the floor.

Juliet followed his movement and she let her dress slip down her arms and into a puddle at her feet. She was wearing a matching black strapless bra and underwear. Her breasts rose out of the lacy edges of her cups in smooth brown half circles that would fit perfectly in his hands.

Some internal pull had Chance on his knees before her. He slid his hands up the back of her smooth thighs and her hands fell into his hair.

The scent of her was intoxicating as he pressed his face into her soft stomach, wanting to bury himself into the comfort of that smooth, feminine flesh and forget all his troubles. One slender, soothing hand came around the back of his head, her fingers scratching delicate lines across his scalp and neck.

His hands crawled up, fingers hooking into the waistband of those panties to rip them down her hips and remove the final barrier between him and pure heaven. He led her in an awkward dance toward the bed, Juliet stepping out of the lacy underwear as and sandals she went.

As soon as she fell back, Chance buried himself face-first into her. She opened wide to accommodate him, sighing his name.

“Chance…”

He greedily sought out the magic button with his tongue wanting more than anything in the world to feel her orgasm against his face. Those soft, supple thighs grazed his cheeks, writhing with anticipation, which only heightened his.

Chance had definitely been with women during his two-week reprieves from the oil rig. He’d dabbled in a bit of everything: older; younger; white; black; Asian; Latina; easy catches in local honkytonks and hard-to-thaw types in cocktail lounges (sometimes vice versa). He couldn’t put his finger on why Juliet was different, but she was.

Everything about the woman lying before him brought him back from the edge, the one he usually jumped right off of before things got too serious. Her scent. Her taste. Her brain. Her beauty. The sound of her laughter. The feel of her underneath his hands.

All because he turned right instead of left two weeks ago.

Juliet’s back arched again as his lips puckered around her clit.

“Chance!” This time his name was screamed out loud toward the ceiling rather than sighed.

Her fingers ran through his hair, which was long enough for her to bury them in. She grabbed hard, adding a splash of pain to the pleasure Chance got from pleasuring her. It created a fiery flow of lava that shot straight to his dick, making it hard as granite.

His tongue continued its song and dance against the most tender part of her, making it sing, and her along with it. God, but she felt so damn perfect.

Finally, he came up for air and stared across the plains of her stomach and breasts at her face.

Juliet took a moment to recover, then placed her hand down against his face. “Come to me.”

He didn’t need an interpreter for that one. He rose up above her like a mountain, going to work on his jeans and underwear as Juliet unhooked her bra, to remove the final bit of clothing. He kicked off his boots along with the rest of his clothes. When he was finally naked, she stared in awe at him. For once, Chance felt a swell of pride grow in him at his work on the rig. It may not have been the most glamorous job in the world, but it sure did a number on hardening his flesh, creating an unyielding landscape of hills and valleys in all the right places.

“Well, hello there,” Juliet said, looking at his cock as it stood at attention. His dick, reaching almost nine inches long, had never needed any help.

Juliet pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the bed right in front of him, completely naked. She took it in her hands and began stroking it as her lusty eyes looked up at Chance’s with a fuck-me stare. He watched as those full lips that he first fell in love with wrapped themselves around the large head. Her eyes stayed focused on him, which was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He felt her tongue slither itself around the head and over the slit, causing him to break eye contact as he threw his head back with a groan. The groan grew louder as her mouth embraced more and more of his length.

Her hands wrapped around his girth as her mouth took in as much as humanly possible. With his long length and a girth that was just as imposing, he was thoroughly impressed with the way Juliet was handling her business.

Her mouth followed her hands down his shaft and stroked him up and down, pressing and pumping him. He reacted to every bit of it: the feel of her warm, slippery tongue; the texture of her smooth lips; the heat of her mouth; the feel as his head met the back of her throat. It was driving him crazy.

“Holy shit, Juliet,” he groaned. It was all he could do to keep himself from grabbing her hair and holding on for dear life as he felt the pressure building up inside of him. One hand went down to cup and fondle his balls and an entirely new sensation of pleasure went through his body like lightning.

Still, he held on. He fully intended on fucking her senseless as a finish. There was no way he was going to let the build up he’d been saving these last two weeks go to waste, but it was a struggle since Juliet’s expert mouth was having none of it. Her tongue swirled around the head, and down the lower ridge, while her mouth turned into a damn vacuum cleaner.

Chance had certainly had his fair share of good head in his lifetime, but something about this was fucking amazing. He couldn’t be sure if it was just how good Juliet was at giving head, or the fact that it was Juliet doing the deed.

All he knew was, he wanted—needed—this woman in his life.

“Stop,” he finally said, reluctantly pulling himself from her mouth, before he exploded. “Lie back.”

“Too much for you?” she asked, teasing him all over again as she fell back on the bed.

“Woman, you have no idea,” he said falling to the bed on top of her.

He shoved her legs open with his powerful thighs before remembering one tiny little detail. With a semi-reluctant groan he reached down into the back pocket of his jeans and eagerly pulled out his wallet. It took him three tries to pull the condom out. It was even more of a struggle getting the damn thing open.

Juliet giggled, pressing one perfectly manicured foot into his shoulder as he struggled with the wrapper. “Having trouble there, Chance?”

“Do you want this thing on or not?” he protested. If she didn’t stop with that he would shoot off right there.

Juliet accommodated him by pulling her foot away and letting it settle on the bed, one leg bent. At that angle it provided a perfect view of the utopia that awaited him.

Not helping, sweetheart.

Still, it was all the encouragement he needed. Once the condom was finally free, and perfectly intact thankfully. He quickly slid it down his throbbing shaft and turned to the woman who had occupied his brain for the past two weeks.

“Prepare yourself, sweetheart. You have two weeks worth of pent up anticipation comin’ at you.”

“Well, what are you waiting for, Chance,” she said with a fuck-me grin on her face.

Chance wasted no time.

The first thrust caused her to grunt from the impact.

“God, Chance,” she gasped, arching her back so that her chest was pressed into him.

He just groaned in response, settling in as far as he could go.

As though sensing the building heat, Juliet gripped his massive shoulders, holding on tightly as he pulled himself out up to his head and slid back in again, much easier this time.

Juliet rocked her hips, letting him know she was ready for the ride of her life. Chance responded by quickening his pace, stretching her wide open and, based on her response, hitting the entire alphabet beyond her G-spot.

His rough hand slid up her waist to cup her left breast. He could feel her heart pounding beneath it just as he had predicted he one day would when they first met.

“You’re so fucking amazing,” he breathed, looking down at her.

“Oh God, you too,” she moaned. He could feel the coming crash hit her as her heat pulsated around his cock. When it came she dug her fingers into his lower back, holding him in place deep inside her.

“Yes!” she screamed from somewhere deep in her core, as her body shook.

When she let go, Chance slowly built up to his own climax, thrusting and stroking until the paralysis of orgasm overtook him.

“God, Jule…” he couldn’t finish her name.

“That’s it baby, come for me,” she purred.

He grunted and fell on top of her, breathing heavily in recovery. She let him lie there until he recovered and eventually rolled over to her side. She smiled up at him as he emptied himself while inside of her. He came with a jolt of intense ecstasy that had even his bones weak in its aftermath.

She pulled herself up on her side and rested her head on the crook of his shoulder. “That was amazing.”

Chance simply exhaled heavily in agreement, letting his breath come back to him.

“What color are your eyes?”

He wrinkled his brow and looked at her. “Pardon?”

“They change color I noticed. Like when you came, they were this dark bluish gray. Now they’re more of bluish greenish gray color. It’s like they change with your emotions.”

His brow came down even further. “You’re the first person to ever point that out to me.”

“Really?” she responded with a look of surprise. “They’re so expressive though. I must have seen them change at least a few dozen times in the short time I’ve known you.”

That set something off in him and he could almost feel his eyes darken in response. Being a poker player it wasn’t good to have your emotions revealed so easily. Chance assumed the only reason why it hadn’t come up in the past was because he kept his emotions firmly in check while playing; even a royal flush failed to make his heartbeat rise.

“I like the way you say my name when you come,” she continued, falling against him and resting her head on his chest. “Jule, like jewel.”

Chance brought his arm around her and stroked the smooth skin on her back. “Well, I think it’s fitting, considering where we first met.”

Juliet laughed when she finally put it together, remembering their first encounter in the gems and minerals section of the museum. “So you have two weeks off and I’m on summer break. How are we going to fill the time?”

“I can think of at least one way,” he responded, smiling up at the ceiling.

Juliet gave an appreciative laugh.

“How about we just see where the two weeks take us?” he offered.

“Sounds fine by me.”