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his, I swallow and let him fall from my mouth. He’s still hard.

Dean holds his hand out to help me up and when I do he pulls me into an embrace. “I told you. You love my cock more than me.”

I smile and let him think that. Although I really can’t complain, he does have a wonderful dick.

“Come to my bed.” He grabs my hand and leads me down the hall.

“I should get back to work.”

He stops, stares at me for a few seconds. “It’s not an afternoon delight if you don’t get off. Let big daddy please you.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t do anything for me.”

He chuckles, not letting go of my hand. Not that I’m pulling away anyway.

Chapter Twenty-Three

The sun is spilling into his bedroom when we enter. Dean doesn’t pull me to him but guides me to the bed and nods his head for me to sit.

I’m waiting for him to be the dominant he usually is and dictate exactly how he wants me—tell me what he’s going to do to me, ask me questions about how much I loved sucking him off.

That’s us. We fuck. We fuck rough and we both get off on it.

That doesn’t happen.

As baffled as I was in his family room that he never touched me until he came, I’m even more so now.

Gradually he lowers to his knees, his eyes on me, his hands resting on my knees. Without ever tearing his gaze off of me, his palms run along the length of my inner thigh, and he inches forward into the space between my legs.

He hooks each side of my black panties and drags them down my legs. A tingling starts at my ankles and runs up my legs. When the tips of his fingers move closer to my center, he runs them along the outside of my pussy, building an ache in me that I’m not sure can ever be quenched.

“So beautiful,” he says, and all expectations fade from my mind.

His tongue dips between my legs, up through my folds until he sucks my nub into his hot mouth, twirling it with his tongue.

I spiral into a state of passion. Wanting his body over mine. Needing his hands on every inch of me. As though he’s channeled my thoughts, he slides his tongue up my stomach past my breasts and kisses me. Slow and deep, and the pit of my stomach quivers.

Without a word he encourages me to climb up on his bed, his lips not leaving mine. I fall into the softness of his mattress with his weight on top of me, his thigh pressed to my core, my hands gripping him, not wanting him to leave me.

We kiss, we caress and for a brief moment, it’s just us, in our happy bubble like we used to be. There are no bills to pay, no job to go back to, no pressure of our past mistakes. It’s Dean and I in our purest and most honest state and a tear drips from my eye when his knuckles run along the side of my ribs.

All I want is him. For him to never stop touching me, never stop kissing me, never stop being the man I need.

From tight grips to softer touches, we explore the bodies we’ve grown into over the past five years, finding new places that illicit sounds of pleasure instead of falling into the routine we mastered years before.

His hands are warm and gentle as he flips my body over and hovers over top of me, his lips not letting one part of my flesh go untouched. All the insecurities about us disappear and a newfound love for the man he’s become buds inside of me.

He brushes my hair to the side, his kiss on the back of my neck spurring a line of goose bumps along my spine. Flipping me to my back, he hovers over me, ready between my legs. Our eyes lock and he shifts, his arm stretching out toward his dresser.

I grip his wrist and he freezes in place, questions filling his eyes. I shake my head once and he comes back to me, laying his forearms on either side of my head.

“I love you,” he whispers, his lips sealing the promise he made on my skin.

Inch by inch he sinks into me. I’ve never felt fuller in my entire life. My heart and my body are filled with Dean from my head down to my toes. He leads us to the brink with