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I was right. It’s perfect. Perfect on him.

“You take that back, Dean. You better not be fucking sorry.”

I swallow and move my eyes back up to his.

“I should be sorry,” I say and then reach out and touch his cheek gently. “But you’re right, I’m not.”

His shoulders sag and he leans forward, his forehead hitting my chest.

“Thank fuck because…” He glances up and the twinkling in his eyes makes me realize I’m in for a world of hurt. “…because we’re going to do that again. Often.”

He stands up on his toes and brushes a kiss on my cheek before stepping out of the tub and grabbing a towel. I can do nothing but watch him as he moves from the bathroom. But before he leaves completely, he turns and meets my longing stare.

“Would you like me in my room tonight or yours?”

I let out a shaky breath. Oh god, I’m going to do this, aren’t I? “Mine.”

“Good choice.”

And with that, he disappears, leaving me standing in the aftermath, a wet towel around my feet, my cock still hard and the scent of him all over me.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

I don’t know, but I think I’m ready to find out.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

AVERY

Where I’ve gotten this confidence I have no idea. But when Dean entered me with the tip of that thick dick of his, I was done for. I was fighting for this.

And I refuse to let him push me away. He can be unsure, he can be curious, but I’m going to be here the entire time, reminding him of how good this can be. I tuck myself under the covers of his bed and watch as he appears in his room. That tattooed chest, those thick arms. He’s perfection. My dream come true.

He stops near the edge of the bed and drops the towel, showing me his dick—the same one that was just inside of me—and I wet my lips.

“Should I put on clothes?” he asks, looking slightly unsure.

“What do you normally do after fucking someone?”

He runs a hand over his jaw, the scrape of his scruff loud in the otherwise silent room.

“Don’t know, Avery. It’s been…a long-ass time.”

I blink at him and then sit up, the sheets pooling around my waist. “How long, Dean?”

My heart is frantic in my chest, my hands are shaking.

“Years. Maybe ten?”

“What the hell? But…I’ve seen you with women…”

“Yeah, those didn’t go anywhere near the bedroom.”

He looks almost sheepish, but doesn’t he know that this just makes me want to crawl toward him and kiss him.

Good fuck.

“Get in here, mister. Naked. Very naked.”

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