Page 36 of Inside the Penalty Box

“Hey, just remember you hold the power, my dear. He dumped you, remember?”

“I know. Doesn’t mean I want to see him soon. I especially don’t want to see him with someone else when I’m single. Phil told Candace he’s apparently bringing someone.”

I frowned. “The invites haven’t even gone out yet. How does he know he’s even allowed to bring a plus one?”

I got out of the car and hugged my best friend. “I get it. Breathe and have a good time,” I said as I made my way around to the driver’s side and climbed back in the car.

“Where are you going to be?”

“Dylan’s,” I said, my stomach flipping with butterflies.

The butterfly feeling started when we’d gotten off the phone last night. I couldn’t stop wondering where that conversation was going to go when we’d been so rudely interrupted. However, thinking back, I was glad nothing had happened. I’d never had phone sex before.

“So you didn’t tell your mother you were coming to Vancouver?”

I shook my head. “I haven’t spoken to her. I’m almost positive that she and Joe are still on their honeymoon in Europe, anyway.”

“Alright, well, have fun. I’ll call if I need.”

I waved and looked toward the house to see Candace step out onto the front porch. I waved, said good-bye to Lorelai once more, and then pulled away from the curb. I made my way through Vancouver, finally pulling into the parking lot of Dylan’s building. I glanced around and noticed his car parked in his spot, so I pulled into the visitors’ section and parked in the only available spot and made my way inside.

I stood outside his door, a small duffel bag in my hand, while my other hand shook as I knocked and then waited. I was about to knock again when the door opened and a soaking wet Dylan stood before me with a towel wrapped around his waist. Almost immediately, my mouth went dry as my eyes travelled down his built chest to his abs, to that delicious vee that was peeking out just above the band of the towel.

“Wow…” I muttered under my breath at the sight in front of me.

He glanced down at himself and then looked at me with that stupid cocky smile he always wore, the one I’d been dying to see again.

“Get in here,” he said, gripping my wrist and pulling me inside and into his arms.

Instantly, his lips were against mine as he pried the bag from my hand while his other held onto the towel that was wrapped at his waist. Once my bag had fallen to the floor, he took hold of my hand and pulled me down the hall to the bathroom where the shower was still running and dropped his towel. He pulled at my shirt, popping button by button, and then shoved my shirt from my shoulders. He pulled at the button on my jeans. Want coursed through my veins as he pushed them down my legs.

I stood there half undressed, breathing hard as he grinned at me, turned, and stepped into the shower, leaving the door open.

“You coming?”

“Did you plan this?” I questioned, stepping out of my pants that were bunched at my ankles.

When I’d pulled away from the curb, I’d messaged him to let him know I was on my way. That notice would have given him plenty of time to get himself into the shower.

“I’ll leave that question for you to figure out.” He chuckled.

Seconds later, I stood under the hot water, my back pressed up against the wall of his shower, his body pressed against mine as he took my mouth with his. His kiss was frantic at first, then it slowed. He wrapped me in his arms, kissing me slow and deep, his tongue washing through my mouth as he pulled me tighter against him.

“I missed you,” he murmured between kisses. “I thought about this all night last night.”

“Me too,” I said, panting.

“What were you doing on the phone last night while we were talking?” he questioned, moving to my neck, kissing his way from my ear to where my shoulder met my neck.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I giggled, then sucked in a breath as he brought his lips to the top of my breasts.

He stopped what he was doing and placed his hands on the shower wall on either side of my head and met my eyes. “I would.”

The intensity in his eyes made me weak in the knees as he stared at me, waiting for me to tell him what it was he already knew. With my heart in my throat, I closed my eyes and jumped a little when I felt his hand graze the front of my thigh. My body shook as he trailed his finger up my inner thigh.

“Were you touching yourself?” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. “I had my cock in my hand, thinking of you.”

Fire flooded my body as his fingers found their way to my centre, and I let out a moan as he gently ran them over my clit. I opened my eyes to see him watching me.

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