I cup his face between my hands, staring down at the man I’d convinced myself I loathed for the past five years.
My head drops, and I capture his heart-shaped lips, my tongue searching for entry. He opens as though he’s been waiting for this moment all day. Our tongues glide and explore one another’s mouth. He tastes like the mint he must have had on the way here.
He gradually releases me until my feet touch the floor. His forehead lands on mine and he searches my face, for what I don’t know.
“Something’s changed,” he says, his fingers feeling for the zipper on the back of my dress.
The zipper sliding down is the only sound in the condo while our gazes remain locked.
“Nothing’s changed.”
“The imaginary wall that was between us isn’t there anymore,” he says with a touch of wonder in his voice, like he can’t believe it.
His hands glide up my back, slowly lowering the dress off my shoulders.
“I’m just happy.” I close my eyes and inhale as my dress falls from my shoulders.
He helps it find its way to the floor and I stand there wearing only a black bra, panties and heels—not a self-conscious bone in my body.
He wants me, and I want him. End of story.
“I’m happy, too.” He smiles and cups my breasts, teasing my already erect nipples.
I arch my back into his hands and he tugs the cups of my bra down, brazenly admiring my breasts. Sliding my hands to my back, I unhook my bra and let it fall between us.
“I should spank you, it’s my job to strip you.” He steps into me, my naked chest rubbing against his suit jacket and vest.
“Let’s get you undressed before you start getting kinky on me.”
He takes off his jacket and tosses it on the couch. My fingers go to work on his vest as he stands there watching me undress him.
“I could get used to this,” he says with a smirk.
The vest joins my dress on the floor. Since his tie is already loosened, my manicured nails make quick work of finishing the job. I lay the striped tie across the back of my neck, letting it hang over my breasts.
He inhales a deep breath. “Now you go and cover up? You’re playing a game you aren’t going to win.”
I smile seductively, working all the buttons on his shirt. Soon it slides off his strong shoulders and pools on the floor.
“Just a few more items, Mr. Bennett.” My lips press to the warm skin of his chest. Cedarwood and melon overwhelm my senses. Since when did this man start wearing cologne?
As though he’s testing himself, he doesn’t let himself touch me. My skin aches for his rough handling.
I unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip his pants all while my mouth sprinkles kisses along his chest. Still, he hasn’t placed a hand on me. Is he trying to tease me until I’m dripping wet?
I slide my hands to his backside, pushing his slacks until they drop to the floor along with his belt, landing with a thud.
His rigid length bulges out of his black boxer briefs and my mouth waters. I’d never tell him, but he was right. I do love his cock. But what he doesn’t know is that I love his reaction when I go down on him more than the actual act.
Slowly, I slide down his body until my knees land on his hardwood floor. Teasingly, I run my finger along the waistband, staring up at him through my eyelashes.
His eyes are locked on me, heat radiating from the dark depths of his irises. Rubbing him through the thin fabric with my palm, I watch his chest rising and falling with fast breaths. His mouth hangs slightly ajar, but his hands have yet to guide me.
Dipping down the front of his boxers, his dick springs out as though saying ‘play with me, lick me, suck me.’ Finally, a groan erupts out of him and his hands move, but he doesn’t allow himself to touch me and the ache between my legs grows more intense.
I use my tongue to lick up his length, my hand wrapped around his base so I can cover his tip with my mouth.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, fisting his hands at his sides.
I love the way he’s about to lose his self-control.
It’s easy with Dean, I know what to do to get him off, but today I want to do other things, so after sucking up and down a few times, I let his cock pop out of my mouth and slide my tongue down his long length. Twisting my head, I suck his balls into my mouth as my hand continues to stroke him up and down.
He leans forward, his hands landing on the edge of the couch, which only spurs my thirst to drive him wild. I use my thumb to rub the pre-cum around his tip.
“Please Chelsea,” he begs.
As though I was waiting for those words, I move my mouth up and fill it with his length once more, bobbing, sucking. He flexes his hips and the tip hits the back of my throat.
Still the same Dean.
Releasing my hand, I allow him to fuck my mouth as my hand cups his balls. With a loud groan, he erupts in my mouth and finally his hands touch my skin, one hand on my shoulder the other on the back of my head.
An electric current travels through my entire body. My eyes locked with 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.