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“Hey, what’s the matter?” He frowns as he wraps me in his arms, wiping away a stray tear from my cheek. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
I shake my head at his concern. “These are happy tears. No one has ever gotten me flowers before, believe it or not.”
“Damn, sunshine.” He squeezes me tighter. “I’ll buy you flowers every day, if it makes you happy.”
I’m falling hard for this man.
“Thank you. How did everything go at your parents’ house?” I ask.
“Great. When I left, Lola and Waffles were cuddled on the couch watching Bluey.”
Johanna and Mike asked if Lola and Waffles could have a sleepover at their place tonight. I’m sure it was Johanna’s idea so Dylan and I could have a night alone.
“What if Waffles breaks something or if Lola misses you while she’s away?”
“Whoa, there.” Dylan pulls me tighter to his chest. “It’s only for one night,” he reminds me. “Lola’s had plenty of sleepovers at my parents’ house, and they’re smitten with Waffles. I’m sure he will be on his best behavior if he gets as many snacks tonight as I think he will.”
I take a deep breath to calm myself down. “Is there any particular reason you brought that with you?” I point at the blanket still tucked under his arm.
“There is,” he says cryptically.
I watch as he unfolds the blanket and lays it flat on the ground.
When he’s finished, he stands in front of me so we’re only inches apart. “See, I have this next-door neighbor who’s hot as fuck when she’s in her studio painting. It’s hypnotizing to watch her hips sway to the beat of the music with each stroke of her palette knife.” He gently wipes off a smudge of pink paint from my forehead and rubs it between his fingers as he speaks. “I’ve had this fantasy lately, involving a palette of paints and her being sprawled naked on the ground.”
My breathing quickens, and my cheeks turn red at his declaration. Lord have mercy.
“You’re serious?”
“Only if you’re up for it.”
“I am,” I rush out. “What exactly did you have in mind?” I’m ready and willing for whatever he has in store, knowing it’ll bring me immeasurable gratification.
“Take off your clothes,” he says in a low voice.
His all-encompassing presence sends a shiver down my spine, and I desperately want to please him. He’s constantly caring for me, and I’m eager to do something that’s for him.
Without hesitation, I pull my shirt off and throw it to the floor. As I reach for my bra, Dylan wraps his arms around my waist, placing his hand over mine to stop me.
“Let me help,” he states, leaving no room for discussion.
He leans forward to kiss the swells of my breasts, and I inhale deeply at his touch. He effortlessly unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the ground as he greedily wraps his mouth around one of my nipples, sucking hard and pinching my other nipple with his fingers. The sharp pain sends a jolt of pleasure to my core.
“Oh, god,” I whine as I rise to my toes.
Foreplay is one of my favorite parts about sex with Dylan. He has a gift for being in tune with my body, and he’s learned that I like a little pain with my pleasure.
“I can’t wait to see these covered in paint,” he says as he keeps toying with my nipples.
A thrill runs through me at his admission. He keeps his gaze pinned on me as he tugs down my yoga pants and hot pink panties.
“So goddamn pretty,” he says reverently.
He taps my thigh, signaling for me to step out of my clothes, and I kick them off to the side.
“Lie down on the blanket,” he instructs.
I scramble to obey, crawling to the middle and turning to lay on my back. My palms are sweaty, and I’m restless, not knowing what’s coming next. I peek at him through my eyelashes with a seductive smile, silently conveying that it’s his move.
