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my ass and lifting me up. Our lips touch and the ease of his movements send shivers up the back of my legs now that my dress is up around my waist.

He stops, my back pressed to his door, and expertly holds me up as he fiddles in his pocket for his key and inserts it into the lock.

We tumble in, but Dean never loses his grip on me. His shoulder comes to mind, but I’m not blowing this mood with talk about the past.

He kicks off his shoes and props me up on the kitchen breakfast bar, sliding my ass so it’s hanging off the ledge. Painfully slow, his hands run along my torso, bypassing my breasts until they cradle my face.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

He brings my lips to his once more, the firm and frantic nature of our kiss already making them swell. Not that I’m complaining. I always loved when Dean was unrestrained and wild. That’s when I knew how much he wanted me.

My legs tighten around his waist, but he’s busy shaking his leg behind him, so I break our kiss and look down, seeing Grover humping him.

“He has to go out,” I say, looking over Dean’s shoulder.

“He can wait.”

Grover stares up at me with pitiful eyes like he’s already crossing his legs so he doesn’t pee in his master’s house.

“Dean,” I sigh unable to enjoy the way his lips and tongue are devouring my neck.

“Chelsea, he’s fine.” His tone is impatient, and I smile knowing he’d rather his dog crap all over the house than take his hands off me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I assure him.

“Last time we walked him you decided against sex. Forgive me for not taking my chances.”

I laugh pulling back and his head falls into my lap.

“Let the dog out and then we can get to know each other again. I should probably call my boss anyway.”

Dean groans, pulling open my legs and presses his lips to the outside of my panties.

My hands fall back on the granite counter top, my eyes drifting shut.

Grover who?

Arf.

That Grover.

As though reading my body language, Dean’s hands slip up my dress and grab each side of my panties sliding them off my body. “I’m taking these then.” He shoves them in his suit jacket pocket, stepping away with his eyes zeroed in on my pussy.

After retrieving my purse from the floor, he props it up next to me. “You are not to move.” He points at me, a stern expression on his face. “I want you spread-eagle when I return because I’m not even close to being finished tasting you.”

Without tearing his eyes from me, he grabs the leash and clasps it on Grover’s collar whose tail is happily wagging now.

“I can’t believe I have to take out the fucking dog,” he mumbles. “You better be fast.”

Before he slides out the door, he gives me one more fleeting look like he has to burn the image into his head. The door shuts and then reopens. “Oh, and no taking off any clothes. That’s my job.”

The heavy door slams shut, and I fall back to the counter blindly searching for my cell phone to tell Hannah and Victoria that I won’t be back in the office. I refrain from the details that I will, in fact, be enjoying an afternoon delight. And if I’m lucky more than one.

Chapter Nineteen

I do as Dean dictates, staying on his counter hammering out a quick text to the girls.

Me: I won’t be in for the rest of the day. Something urgent came up.

I put them on a group message. Really need to rethink that next time.

Hannah: oh lala…

Victoria: Was it the jasmine that did it?

I shake my head, but the door opens, and Dean walks in without Grover. Not saying a word, he lets the door shut, stripping from his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor and I can’t even question what the hell is going on before his mouth is on mine.

Our lips devour one another, his tongue searching for mine, his hands planted on my cheeks. And as though no time has passed we’re back in that frantic dance we perfected years ago.

His mouth starts kissing across my cheek and he angles my head with one hand, sprinkling open mouth kisses to my heated flesh.

Again, he pulls me into him so I’m flush with his body. His hard-on hasn’t diminished.

“Dean,” I sigh, loving the feel of him all over me.

“Down the hall.