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“You’re better off up here,” he says lowly as my head hits his shoulder. “I want to hold you.”

“You can do whatever you like to me. I’ve told you this already, and I meant it.”

He huffs a small laugh, his hand stroking up and down my back. “Did you like it?”

“I fucking loved it. You’ve never done that before?”

“Never.”

“Well done,” I say, and Dean presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“I did some research. It seemed to be good advice.”

“I agree. The best advice.”

“I think I’d like to do that again. I liked the sounds you were making.”

“And I liked the things your tongue was doing. It was quite thrilling.”

He hums softly and sighs. “I am hungry for dinner, though. Should we order in?”

“We can do whatever you’d like. I could also whip something up.”

“How about we order in tonight? You must be exhausted. And tomorrow Ben is coming over…”

“Oh, is he?” I lean up and stare down at him. His pupils are still dilated, his face relaxed. He’s never looked so beautiful.

“Yeah, if that’s okay.”

“It’s perfect. I can’t wait. I’ll plan it all. You don’t need to worry about a thing.” Just as I say that, my stomach rumbles. “And it seems Iamhungry. Your cum was not enough sustenance.”

“You swallowed?”

I roll my eyes and kiss the tip of his nose. “Of course I did, you dork. I mean, who wouldn’t? I’d drink it like a water fountain…I’ll drink your cum every night if you’ll let me.”

He glances away, his cheeks reddening. “Yeah, all right. I get the point. And we’ll see about that.”

“Oh, we will. We definitely will. Now, what do you want for dinner? What sounds good?”

“Thai?”

“Mm, I’m going to counter that. How about Chinese?”

“All right. You order the food and I’ll just lie here and think about your ass,” he says with a smirk.

“Perfect. That’s all that sexy brain of yours should be doing, anyway. It should be thinking of my ass. It’s quite perfect and really deserves a lot of respect.”

“It does.”

He gives it a squeeze, and I reach over, grabbing my phone.

“No, use mine,” he says, but I shake my head.

“No can do. I’ll pay for dinner tonight. A mini-date is what this is. I insist.”

Dean laughs softly. “Yeah, okay. But I’ll take you on a real date one day, Avery. If that’s what you want.”

I peer down at him, the phone hanging limply in my hand. “Yeah, I’d really like that. A lot.”

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