Page 125 of Dean

His gaze sweeps over me and his tongue peeks out, wetting his lips. “Yeah, fucking pretty.”

“Are you complimenting me?”

“Maybe I am.”

I tug my skirt up a little further, showing off my legs, and he takes another long sip of his drink.

“Don’t fucking tempt me.”

I expose more of me to him and he growls under his breath.

“Avery.”

“What? Maybe I want you to fuck me outside. Right by the firepit.”

“Where anyone could see?”

“You don’t have neighbors out here. And Ben isn’t home.”

He stares at me, something feral sparking in his eyes.

“Or I could suck you off. You know, whatever you want.” I pull my shirt off and pull my hair down around my shoulders. Dean’s nostrils flare.

“Have I convinced you?” I ask, batting my eyelashes.

“Get outside, Avery.”

I laugh as he stalks toward me, his hands reaching for me, but I quickly move out of his grasp, making him chase me.

My feet hit the grass of the backyard as I move toward the firepit, Dean following behind.

“Can’t catch me, old man,” I laugh, and he grunts, moving faster.

I shouldn’t have taunted him because he manages to capture me near one of the trees that’s been freshly planted.

I lean against it, my hands on the trunk, my ass out.

Dean’s hands ruck my skirt up around my waist and his hands fall to my ass.

“Oh no, what are you going to do to me?” I whisper, feeling my heartbeat accelerate in my chest. He takes a step closer to me, his lips against the skin of my neck.

“I’m going to take care of you.”

Those words make my eyelids flutter shut and I inhale softly.

“Yes, take care of me.”

And he does.

“Shit,” Dean says, staring down at his phone while we sit outside the next morning. “What? What is it?”

“Anthony invited me to a party tonight. He wants to discuss some kind of car he’s commissioned for someone he’s in business with.”

“What? That’s so weird. Why can’t you just do it during the workday?”

“Dunno, but he said it’s important.”

“That’s fucking strange. Ugh, I wanted to spend the night with you.”

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