Be With Me in Silicon Valley: The Juliette Trilogy (The Princesses of Silicon Valley - Book 3) by Anita Claire Page B

our foreheads together as he says, “I just couldn’t get you out of my head after I saw you on TV last month. All my fantasies had you wearing this T-shirt.”
    Laughing, I mention, “You’re missing the game.”
    “Yeah, well I’ve never followed these teams, but this shirt. Take off your bra and let me see you braless in the shirt.”
    Scrunching my nose up, I ask. “Really?”
    Pulling the shirt off of me, he undoes my bra, throws my bra on the ground, then he grinds his face in my chest as each hand palms my breasts. I’m still laughing as he pulls away and hands me the T-shirt. Getting off his lap, I pick up the shirt, put it back on, bra-less this time, and head into my room to get my computer. Entering back into the living room, I set my computer up on the opposite side of the ottoman from him. With a coy expression, I say, “I’m checking e-mail, you can look, but I decided you can’t touch till after the game is over.” Interlacing my fingers and stretching my arms over my head, I can see him looking at me with a hungry expression.
    “This is going to be a long fourth quarter.” he says staring at my chest.
    “In the bathroom you were the one who was into delayed gratification.”
    “Just looking at you in that shirt makes my mind conjure up some really wild things we can do.”
    Looking up from checking my e-mail and project information, I smile as I point at him. “Keep fantasizing over there, buddy.”

Chapter 21 – Booty Call
     
    Monday morning’s alarm rings way too early. As I roll over, Nate says, “I don’t think we have time for any sex this morning. And I have to work until eight p.m. every day this week.” As I pull on my swimsuit, he lays in bed watching me. “I don’t want to wait till Friday to see you again. Can you work in a late dinner?”
    I shake my head, “Saturday you said you would be done at two but actually showed up at four. I think you’re being way too optimistic to think you can make dinner. Why don’t we just plan on a mid-week booty call?”
    He just stares at me. “You’re cool with a booty call?”
    I shrug, “If all I get is a booty call, no, not at all. If you show up drunk at midnight, you’re going to get a door slammed in your face. But we spent the entire weekend together. We’re both busy. Hopefully, we’ll spend next weekend together. If we want to see each other during the work week, we’ll need to be happy with a late night booty call. Right?”
    “You’re way too logical. When does crazy come out?”
    “Oh, jumping out of the car and yelling at the woman wasn’t crazy enough for you?”
    “A guy would do something like that. When do you get all emotionally crazy?”
    “Remember this conversation the day before my period. Except if you call me emotionally crazy then, I’ll probably cut off your balls.”
    As I come back from the bathroom to say goodbye, Nate is getting dressed. We kiss, lips only. He saves my face from whisker burn.
    Picking up his bag, he follows me to the garage. Kissing me again, he strokes my face, “This was a very good weekend.” Then he gives me a secret smile, “more than a very good weekend.” He stares at me then regains his trail of thought, “I’ll text you and we can figure out when I get my booty call.”
    “It’s my booty call, Nate.” I say with a grin, as I watch him walk to his car.

Chapter 22 – Back to Work
     
    Zach is not at swimming and he hasn’t texted or e-mailed. I think about what Amanda said about those guys having a one track mind. Unfortunately, Zach’s one track is work and not me.
    Heading into the office, Friday feels like a long time ago. As I sit in front of my computer, I keep having flashbacks of all the amazing sex Nate and I had over the weekend. It’s hard for me to concentrate on work.
    When I check texts on my mid-morning stretch around the building,
    Nate: I wish I made you late for swimming.
    Juliette: I think you just gave me an instant orgasm.
    Actually,