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instinctively opened for him. No holding back.
He’d always enjoyed the taste and feel of a woman’s pussy. Loved the delicate folds and the heat, the feel of silken thighs against his cheek and the sounds a woman only made when she came in his mouth. But Sara’s taste? Sara’s sounds? Sara’s pink lips and red, tender clit… He growled and thrust his tongue deeper, wanting inside. More. He wanted more.
“Oh my fucking… oh God! Where did you learn— Yes . Please, Dean, don’t stop. Like…yes, like that. Oh God, I’m going to come again!”
Yes. In his mouth. Down his fucking throat. Again and again.
Come for me , he pleaded silently, his hands between her thighs and lifting her knees off the seat so she couldn’t escape when she seemed to be trying to move away.
More.
She reached back, tugging hard on his hair.
No. He didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t stop. Not when he was finally here. Not now that he knew.
“Dean, wait, we’ve stopped.”
He lifted his mouth and licked his lips, already impatient for another taste. “I’m just getting started, Sara. You’re so wet and you taste so fucking good. You don’t want me to stop. I can tell. You want more.”
She tugged again, moaning at the expression on his face. “I mean the car. The car stopped. Roy could open the door any minute. See us like this. See you…down there.”
Dean heard something in her voice, felt her reaction, and his erection jerked in response. Jesus, she might be as bad as he was. As hungry. “You like the idea of being caught, Sara? Do you want me to stop or shall we let him find us?”
She blushed. “Not tonight.”
He gave himself a mental gut check, reminding his dick that this night was for her. He’d fucked up, and giving her the lead was the only way it would ever get what it needed. He nodded roughly. “Not tonight.”
With regret and as much restraint as he could manage, he pulled down her skirt and lifted his sweatpants, watching her struggle to calm her breathing as he chose one of the seats that lined the side to pull himself together. “Sara?”
He heard Roy opening the driver’s door, whistling under his breath.
“Yes?”
“Not tonight.” He tilted his head, his heart still thundering in his chest. “Tomorrow?”
“How do you feel about breakfast?” She smiled shyly, her face still pink from their ride and Dean felt something inside him crack open.
He hoped he could wait that long.
Chapter Three
Someone was flinging rocks at her bedroom window. Sara sat up quickly, throwing the covers back and grabbing her head at the same time.
“No more whiskey,” she moaned softly. “I promise.”
Whiskey.
Warren.
Dean Warren with his face buried between her thighs. “Holy shit.”
She couldn’t blame that on the alcohol. She’d had enough to give her a headache, not enough to take away what few inhibitions she had around him. Dean had been the one to do that.
After thoroughly putting his foot in it and making her second-guess her attraction to him, no less. The man was talented.
She stopped in the middle of her room and sighed, remembering everything he’d done. So very talented.
His initial suspicions about her motives had kept her up for hours after he walked her to her door. She’d let herself fantasize about him, heard every detail of his dating life from the gossip mill in her office, but she’d never stopped to think about what it was like for him. To be the one everyone talked about. The one who couldn’t make a move without drawing attention.
She knew about his father. That, when he was alive, he’d made work a nightmare for any woman who caught his eye. That he’d had more mistresses than houses and hadn’t tried to hide any of them from his wife and son.
Dean’s personal life was constantly being held up for comparison. Did the apple fall far from the tree? Was he going to backslide into his wicked college habits? Would he ever marry—and if he did, would it
He’d always enjoyed the taste and feel of a woman’s pussy. Loved the delicate folds and the heat, the feel of silken thighs against his cheek and the sounds a woman only made when she came in his mouth. But Sara’s taste? Sara’s sounds? Sara’s pink lips and red, tender clit… He growled and thrust his tongue deeper, wanting inside. More. He wanted more.
“Oh my fucking… oh God! Where did you learn— Yes . Please, Dean, don’t stop. Like…yes, like that. Oh God, I’m going to come again!”
Yes. In his mouth. Down his fucking throat. Again and again.
Come for me , he pleaded silently, his hands between her thighs and lifting her knees off the seat so she couldn’t escape when she seemed to be trying to move away.
More.
She reached back, tugging hard on his hair.
No. He didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t stop. Not when he was finally here. Not now that he knew.
“Dean, wait, we’ve stopped.”
He lifted his mouth and licked his lips, already impatient for another taste. “I’m just getting started, Sara. You’re so wet and you taste so fucking good. You don’t want me to stop. I can tell. You want more.”
She tugged again, moaning at the expression on his face. “I mean the car. The car stopped. Roy could open the door any minute. See us like this. See you…down there.”
Dean heard something in her voice, felt her reaction, and his erection jerked in response. Jesus, she might be as bad as he was. As hungry. “You like the idea of being caught, Sara? Do you want me to stop or shall we let him find us?”
She blushed. “Not tonight.”
He gave himself a mental gut check, reminding his dick that this night was for her. He’d fucked up, and giving her the lead was the only way it would ever get what it needed. He nodded roughly. “Not tonight.”
With regret and as much restraint as he could manage, he pulled down her skirt and lifted his sweatpants, watching her struggle to calm her breathing as he chose one of the seats that lined the side to pull himself together. “Sara?”
He heard Roy opening the driver’s door, whistling under his breath.
“Yes?”
“Not tonight.” He tilted his head, his heart still thundering in his chest. “Tomorrow?”
“How do you feel about breakfast?” She smiled shyly, her face still pink from their ride and Dean felt something inside him crack open.
He hoped he could wait that long.
Chapter Three
Someone was flinging rocks at her bedroom window. Sara sat up quickly, throwing the covers back and grabbing her head at the same time.
“No more whiskey,” she moaned softly. “I promise.”
Whiskey.
Warren.
Dean Warren with his face buried between her thighs. “Holy shit.”
She couldn’t blame that on the alcohol. She’d had enough to give her a headache, not enough to take away what few inhibitions she had around him. Dean had been the one to do that.
After thoroughly putting his foot in it and making her second-guess her attraction to him, no less. The man was talented.
She stopped in the middle of her room and sighed, remembering everything he’d done. So very talented.
His initial suspicions about her motives had kept her up for hours after he walked her to her door. She’d let herself fantasize about him, heard every detail of his dating life from the gossip mill in her office, but she’d never stopped to think about what it was like for him. To be the one everyone talked about. The one who couldn’t make a move without drawing attention.
She knew about his father. That, when he was alive, he’d made work a nightmare for any woman who caught his eye. That he’d had more mistresses than houses and hadn’t tried to hide any of them from his wife and son.
Dean’s personal life was constantly being held up for comparison. Did the apple fall far from the tree? Was he going to backslide into his wicked college habits? Would he ever marry—and if he did, would it
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