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A salacious smile curled her lips and her fingers walked to the back of his neck, where she held on tight. “What if I owe myself this? It’s been a hell of a long time, Sparky.” She rubbed herself lightly against him and he couldn’t fight the shiver that trickled down from his head to his toes in response. “Besides, plenty of people have friends with benefits.”
The words should have been an ice bucket to his libido and a samurai sword to his heart, but holding her this close was too much for him to resist. And the opportunity was too golden to allow it to slip through his grasp.
He groaned and dropped his mouth onto hers. It was damn near an instinct to allow himself to drown in her scent, her taste, her touch. He wasn’t certain he’d survive the “benefits” she suggested once, let alone multiple times when simply kissing her practically drove him to his knees.
This woman was going to be the death of him.
She fisted his shirt and pulled him with her, their lips staying firmly locked as she walked backward toward the bed. When they both jolted from her legs reaching the bed, he slid his hands from her waist to cup her ass briefly before his fingers wandered up to the bottom button holding her dress on.
He tilted his head a little further and deepened the kiss as he slowly pushed each satin covered pearl through the hole. On the top one he paused and drug his mouth from hers. “We will still be best friends.” It was a statement, a question, and his deepest fear all rolled into one.
Jillian nodded and swallowed, her chest heaving. “Always.”
Dean groaned and freed the last button, letting the gown fall from her body. He sucked in a sharp breath at the curves on full display with a pathetic, but sexy as hell, excuse for lace underwear and a strapless bra barely covering her. “Dammit all to hell, Jillian, why didn’t you tell me you had grown up?”
She tossed her head back and laughed, the waterfall of perfectly styled ginger curls falling over her shoulder. “You’re the same age as me, Sparky. Didn’t put two and two together until now?” She smiled. “Besides, you’ve seen me in a bikini more times than I can count.” She stepped out of the circle of material pooled on the floor and reached behind her back.
His heart stopped as she flicked open the back of her bra and let it fall to the ground as well. She hooked her thumbs under the sides of her panties, shimmied her hips, and the slip of lace joined the rest of her clothes on the carpet.
This was it. This was absolutely how he was going to die. Just from looking at Jillian naked.
Not naked. His pants tightened to a level he wasn’t certain was humanly possible. She was still wearing the five inch heels that had amazed him to watch her spin in with ease on the dance floor.
She bent over to pull one free and he set a hand on her shoulder, halting her movements. “Don’t you dare.”
Jillian straightened and smirked, arching a brow at him. She got on the bed and laid down, scooting toward the middle before she crossed her legs at the ankles. “Got some shoe kink going on there, Sparky?”
Within seconds he shed his jacket, shirt, and pants, whipping them across the room, unconcerned with where they landed until he only wore his boxer briefs. He stood at the foot of the bed and ran his fingers slowly up and down her calf. “Only on you.”
He knelt on the bed and uncrossed her ankles, planting soft kisses from the top of her foot above the shoe to her hip bone and back down again on the other side. He moved up slightly and gripped her hips, his thumbs caressing the gently protruding bone.
“No matter what, you’re my best friend.”
She nodded and her voice came out far more strangled than it had been moments earlier. “No matter what, you’re my best friend.” The rebellious glint he’d come to expect from her sparkling gaze danced once more. “I’ll even make sure to screamSparkyinstead of baby or sweetie or honeybun.”
He lowered his mouth to kiss a far more sensitive spot than her leg and grinned when she sucked in a sharp breath of air. “That’s good, because I like Sparky better anyway…but you’re assuming you’ll be able to speak when I’m done.”
His tongue and lips moved with an intent purpose and he was quickly rewarded with soft moans. Every sweat-covered dream and dirty fantasy he’d entertained couldn’t compare to the sweetness of Jillian in reality.
This woman most definitely was going to be the death of him.
But what a perfect way to go.
***
Jillian
Present Day
Electric currents zinged along every nerve in her body. She had no idea Dean was a damned magician. That was the only possible explanation for the near immediate surge of heat through her as he lavished attention on her aching core.
“What in the holy hell kind of classes did you wind up taking, Sparky?” She panted as her fingers dove into his hair, needing to keep him exactly where he was for just…just a few more…
He offered a gentle “mmmm” and the vibration was the final push to send her spiraling off the cliff of ecstasy. She couldn’t even remember what she screamed, but she wasn’t fully convinced there were any decipherable words.
He kissed up her abdomen, his tongue swirling inside her belly button as he went further north. His hands lagged his mouth and within moments dove between the trembling folds he’d so recently satiated.
She dug her nails into his shoulders. “Dean…I couldn’t…not…I just…”
