Page 62 of Seductive Scoundrel

“Push your shorts down and spread your legs,” Mr. Big directs. “I want to feel how wet you are.”

I don’t bother to protest this time, and in seconds my shorts are around my ankles, my pussy exposed to the cool, night air, and anyone who happens to walk by.

“Mmm, very good girl. So compliant – and wet. Now come for me.”

Dean’s eyes bore into mine as he pushes two fingers inside the folds while his thumb works my throbbing clit.

“Anyone who walks by will see me finger fucking you,” he says, his voice as ragged as I feel. His breath is on my neck and his teeth graze against my heated skin. “They’ll see that beautiful pussy spread open and glistening for me. And only for me.”

He pumps his fingers in and out faster, harder, taking me to the edge, making me ache for release. “Come for me, beautiful. Show me how much you missed me this week,” he commands, his eyes glued to mine – and I do.

A sound that’s somewhere between a strangled bird and a howling dog rips from my throat as pleasure rockets through my body.

It’s so-fucking-good that I want more.

And I don’t give a shit who hears.

* * *

Two hoursand several public orgasms later – his and mine – we stumble into our suite, covered in sand and filled with happiness.

“That was the best night I’ve had in a very long time. Thanks for treating,” Dean says, pressing his mouth against mine. “I vote we throw out all my plans and reservations this weekend and just do whatever you think is best. You’re a lot more fun than I am.”

“Whatever I want? No matter what?” I ask in between kisses and giggles.

The more I drink, the more I giggle – it’s embarrassing. Except now I feel too good, too comfortable, too desired, to care.

I can just be myself.

“Exactly. Let’s just do whatever we feel like. I haven’t done that in…” He pauses, a thoughtful look on his face. I can already guess the answer. “Since I can remember.”

“That’s what I thought. Good thing you found me, Mr. Stick in the Mud.”

He laughs, but then his expression turns serious. “It’s a very good thing. I’m in awe of you, Mia, and so grateful you’re mine.” He leans in, kissing me long and deep, making my legs weak. “Now why don’t we go soak in the hot tub, crawl into bed, and then do whatever we feel like doing? It’s ladies’ night.”

He wiggles his eyebrows and I giggle – again.

“Mmmm,” I purr, “I love the way you think – sir.”

Dean’s eyes smolder. “Woman, you’re going to be my undoing.”

I sure hope so because he’s already mine.

Chapter Seventeen

Dean

I can’t rememberthe last time I had such a fun weekend. Days tend to blur together because I stick to a strict routine, and my work weeks don’t end on Fridays at 5 PM.

They essentially never end.

Mr. Stick in the Mud might be a more apt nickname than Mr. Big after all.

Work still happened on the weekend, but I only took time away from Mia when she slept. Otherwise, I was too fixated on getting to know her better.

And the more I know, the more I want.

I’m in a great mood and pumped for my lunch with Mike today because it’s been way too long since I’ve seen my friends. Time with Dex has been nice, but the overtone of business is always in the back of my mind.

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