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“I’d like that.” And I would. Talking to him is so easy, easier than anyone ever before. It makes me optimistic about having someone like Dean in my life.
“Good,” he says before pulling me back against his chest. My stomach chooses that moment to remind me that I haven’t eaten since the light lunch at the convention. The laughter in his chest rumbles against my cheek. “I can’t believe I haven’t fed you tonight before ravishing your body.”
“I’m a big girl. I don’t need you to feed me.”
“I know, honey, but I should have thought of that before I jumped in the shower with you, and definitely before I took you to bed.”
“Did you hear me complaining?” I ask with a smile.
“No complaining, no. I heard a lot of moaning, a little groaning, and my name repeated over and over while you came so hard you almost passed out.”
I slap his shoulder. “Whatever, Mr. Grunter. I did not almost pass out.”
“Maybe not, but I don’t think you could have gotten up off the bed if we had a fire alarm at that moment.”
“No, probably not,” I concede.
Dean reaches over and grabs the phone on the nightstand. “Cheeseburger and fries?”
“I never turn down a cheeseburger and greasy fries. That’s why my butt is so big.”
He sets the receiver back on the cradle and turns stern eyes back on me. “This butt?” he asks, grabbing a handful of my rear. “This butt is the finest ass I’ve ever seen in the flesh. I’ve jacked off more in the last six months to images of this ass than I care to admit, so I don’t ever want to hear you say anything negative about it or the rest of your spectacular body.”
Oh.
I’ve never been ashamed of my body. I was always fine with being a little curvier than my sisters. Not that a size ten is big, but when your other sisters are sixes and able to share clothes, you just get used to being different. I’ve always enjoyed food too much to care about the size of my jeans or the letter on the tag of my shirt.
“Thank you. I’m fine with my size, really.”
“Good, because your size is hot.” To prove his point, he grinds his hard cock against my thigh, making me giggle. “Now, how about some dinner?”
“Yes, please. I’m starving.”
I smile the entire time he phones in an order of cheeseburger, fries, and fried mushrooms. Life doesn’t get much better than a sexy naked man ordering room service at midnight. Except when we realize we have about thirty minutes before our food is delivered.
What’s a girl to do with herself and a gorgeously nude man for thirty minutes?
We’re about to find out.
* * *
There weren’t any awkward goodbyes when we left Richmond, mainly because, as we speak, his car is following behind mine. I mean, we are heading back to the same town.
When he was getting ready this morning to go down for the final seminar of his convention, I finally mentioned that my show finished up yesterday. There was no reason for me to stay last night, except that I wanted to spend more time with him. That was hard for me to acknowledge to myself, let alone him, but it was something I needed to say. Dean seemed pretty happy about my confession if the way he kissed me breathless was any indication.
I felt lighter when he left to go downstairs. With three hours to myself in the hotel room, I called the shop and checked in. Grandma and Rachel both adamantly claim they took good care of my baby in my absence, but it was the way Rachel said she would be happy to have me back that left me curious. I know how my Grandma is, but she can sometimes leave a funny taste in your mouth if you’re not used to her brashness.
I’ve decided there’s a few things I need to catch up on at the shop, but I won’t let myself stay past six o’clock. No, Dean and I didn’t make plans for tonight, but I’m going to have dinner with Abby. She called me out of the blue earlier, and while that isn’t completely odd, it made me realize that outside of sisters’ Saturday nights I haven’t spent much time with her lately.
As we start to approach the edge of town, I pull into the gas station to fill up my tank. Not surprising, the car behind me pulls into the station and parks at the pump beside me.
“Funny meeting you here,” he smirks as he walks over and grabs the pump nozzle. While I swipe my card, he gets the pump all ready and then stands beside me and pumps my gas while I’m left standing there gawking. No one has ever pumped my gas. Well, with the exception of my dad when I was sixteen, but no one else has ever made the chivalrous gesture.
I can’t help but smile broadly at him. It feels kinda good to have someone there to help, even though it’s just pumping gas. Not exactly rocket science.
“What?” he asks, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose.
“You wear your glasses when you drive?”
