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He smiles. “I can think of a few situations.” He runs his hand up my outer thigh, not stopping until he reaches behind me, his arms completely enveloping me. “But I’m serious. Whatever happens next, please trust that I know what needs to be done?”
All I can do is nod. I can’t promise I won’t keep trying to find out the whole truth, but I can promise to trust him.
“Now, what was it your boss said I should do?”
I smile, defeated. “Vivian reckons I’m stressed. I can’t possibly imagine what gave her that impression.” I eye roll him to which he frowns.
“Babe. Seriously?”
I let out a huff. “She reckons I need a good lay, that’ll sort it.”
“Have I ever taken you to bed and it’s not been a good lay?”
I act as if I’m thinking about a bad time. But there isn’t one.
“O-kay that took way too long for you to answer.”
“Maybe you should just show me. Make me remember.”
The grin on his face tells me he’s about to do just that. Sliding his hand back down my thigh, he scoops me up into his arms, and my legs naturally wrap around his body.
My arms hold him tight around his neck.
“I’m about to show you how fucking loved you are.”
He hits his lips to mine, one hand scrunching my hair as he devours me. Dean then turns, slowly lowering me, sitting me on the edge of the bed, our lips unlocking as he does.
My legs part as he stands in front of me.
“My belt. Take it off.”
I cock an eyebrow, looking up to him. “I thought this was about me?”
“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy occasionally being my whore,” he says with a smirk.
“Your whore?” I question.
Dean just stares at me. We both know how much I love it. Sex with him is always incredible.
“As long as you still know I will never call you daddy in the bedroom, then I’m happy to be your whore. My VP.” I roll my name for him past my lips with so much lust in my voice, it’s practically oozing out of me. When I look up to him through my lashes, I hear him take in a breath at my giving him control.
“My girl.”
And there they are. Two words that make me weak.
My breathing quickens. His fingers stroke the side of my cheek, then knot into the back of my hair.
My head jolts back.
“Belt,” is all he says.
Still holding my head back, my hands move to his jeans and begin to undo them. I keep my eyes on his until his cock is free.
“Open your mouth, beautiful.”
I look at his cock and see the head already glistening with his arousal. It makes me smile, knowing how much he loves this.
He licks his lips, then slowly drags the tip of his cock across my bottom lip. With his thumb and his finger, he tilts my chin to look at him. “Open,” he says huskily.
