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Dean smirked at me knowingly. “Bra then?” he asked.
I shook my head again and shoved at his chest before walking in the direction of the theater. Although I was hoping Cam didn’t choose a long movie. My head was already in Dean’s room with him.
Cam choseThor, and although I enjoyed watching Chris Hemsworth as much as the next girl, I had a real-life Dean Finlay sitting beside me in the dark with his hand between my thighs. I was ready to end this torture and be alone with him.
Cam was asleep before it was over. He had been up late last night, playing video games at Jeremy’s. I was surprised he had made it through the first half before falling asleep. When his head fell forward, Dean stood up and went to pick him up.
I followed behind him. When Dean laid him on the guest bed, I took over, tucking him in. There was a Superman night-light, and I glanced at it, knowing this room was meant for his grandson. Dean walked to the door and waited on me. Once we were both out in the hallway, he closed the door.
“I need a shower,” he said.
That was not what I had expected him to say.
“Okay,” I replied, hoping he took a quick one.
“With you in it,” he added. “I want to fuck you under the hot water, then wash you.”
Yes. I wanted that too.
“Only if I can bathe you too,” I replied.
He grabbed my hand and all but pulled me back across the penthouse to his bedroom.
“Get naked,” he said as he closed and locked the door behind us.
I gave him a saucy smile, then walked toward the master bathroom. Complete with the biggest shower I’d ever seen. White marble was everywhere. On the floor, the walls, the shower. I began slowly unbuttoning the top part of my shirt dress as Dean jerked his shirt off, then tossed it on the floor before moving on to his jeans.
“Better move faster, baby, or I’m ripping it all off your hot little body,” he warned me.
I liked my dress, and as exciting as him ripping my clothes off sounded, I was on a budget, and destroying my clothing was not in that budget. I stopped my teasing striptease and moved quicker. Dean was naked, walking over to the shower to turn on the water. I got distracted by his bare ass. It was firm and muscular. It was also tan, which meant he either lay out naked or went to a tanning bed.
I looked up at the tattoo under his left shoulder, and memories of the first time I’d seen it came back.
Dean turned around and caught me looking at him. “Time’s up,” he said and took three long strides to me. His hands were on my shirt dress that I hadn’t taken off completely yet.
“No, wait,” I begged. “I like this dress.”
He paused and then shoved it back so it slid down my arms. Then, he pushed it down over my hips, and I stepped out of it.
“How much do you like those panties?” he asked me.
He’d already stolen one pair and ripped another pair.
“My panties are already dwindling because of you. Constantly replacing them is not in my budget,” I told him, grinning.
His hands went to the sides of my panties, and he ripped them, then pulled them off me. I looked down at them, then back at him.
“I’ll buy you all the fucking panties you want,” he said.
Then, he grabbed me and pulled me against him, and his mouth covered mine. I went up on my tiptoes and leaned into him as his hands began to unfasten my bra. When it was loose, he stepped back and pulled it from me.
Then, he pointed to the shower. “Get in and face the wall.”
I did as he’d ordered and pressed my front against the marble, expecting it to be cool but surprised that it was warm already. My palms lay flat against the wall, and I turned my head to the side, watching as Dean came up behind me.
His hand ran over my bottom. “I spanked you too hard,” he said gently. “My handprint is still there.”
“I’m not complaining,” I said, liking the idea of his mark on me.
