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Dean slams into me with a loud moan as his body releases. I pull him deeper, desperate for all of him. His frenzied thrusts slow when he’s given everything he has to give. Gasping, he collapses on top of me.
We hold one another in silence, our bodies still joined. The aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me and I melt into the bed, blissed out and sated. This is what true connection feels like.
My eyes flutter open in the early morning light. I’m on my side, burrowed beneath the blankets. Dean is asleep behind me, molded to my backside with his arm and leg draped over me. I’m warm. Too warm.
I try to scoot away, but he pulls me closer. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“You’re making me hot.”
“Already? I’m barely awake.”
I pinch his thigh. “I mean literally hot. Plus, I need to pee.”
He releases me immediately. “Be my guest, sweetheart.”
I scramble from the bed and cross the room, well aware of his gaze locked on to my naked ass. I close the door behind me. A woman needs her privacy after all. I quickly do my business and wash up, then swish some toothpaste around and fix my hair. Once satisfied, I leave the bathroom.
Dean is the picture of relaxation, lying on his back with his arms crossed behind his head. I pad over to the foot of the bed, making no move to cover up. His heated gaze roams from my breasts to my pussy.
“Like what you see?” I throw his earlier words back at him.
“Fuck yeah, I do. Come here.”
“What if I want you tomakeme?”
His eyes darken. “Think I won’t?”
I toss my hair over my shoulder and give him a flirty look. “I dunno. You tell me, Dr. West.”
“Come here.” When I don’t move, he rises and prowls around the bed to me. “You want to do this the hard way?”
“Sure do.” I chirp the words, hoping to ignite his dominant side.
Before I even know what’s happening, Dean spins me around, holds my wrists behind my back and shoves me facedown onto the bed. He lowers himself on top of me, pinning my legs together with his thighs. I turn my head to the side in time to watch him reach for the bathrobe I’d worn after last night’s shower. He removes the belt and ties my wrists together.
His mouth moves over my neck and shoulders like a flame. Goosebumps bloom on my skin when he kisses beneath my ear and whispers, “You look so pretty, all tied up for me.” He drags his tongue up and down my neck. “Only thing missing is a bow.”
He kisses his way down my spine and tightly squeezes my ass cheeks. Reaching between my thighs, he teases my clit, then slides two fingers inside me. He pumps them in and out at a leisurely pace. “You know I can do anything I want to you right now?”
“Yes.” He’s right. I’m completely at his mercy, and I’ve never felt more exhilarated.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Politician.” I squirm beneath him, desperate for more than his fingers inside me.
“Good girl.” He continues his relaxed pace as his thumb inches dangerously close to my ass. “Has anyone ever touched you here?”
I moan when he rubs circles on areas whereno onehas ever ventured. The untouched nerve endings come alive with sensations I never thought I’d enjoy.
But I do. More than a little.
He stills. “I asked you a question.”
“Only you.”
Dean resumes his tantalizing strokes until I’m pleading for more. I’ve never been someone who asks for what she wants in the bedroom, butthisman knows exactly how to awaken my boldness.
“Dean, I need you.”
