He pulls one from his back pocket and gives it to me, then he helps me shove his pants down, twisting and turning every which way as we struggle to free him. Oh God, we’re almost there. A quick tug of his briefs and I’ll finally be able to fuck him. When his underwear is gone and the condom’s on, I pull the crotch of my panties to the side with one hand and take his dick in the other, guiding him inside me with much less finesse than I’d prefer. His erection presses against my channel as though it’s designed precisely and specifically for me. “Dean, this is . . . I can’t believe . . . I need it all.”

He easily obliges, thrusting all the way in, then he freezes me in place with two words. “Don’t. Move.”

It’s the hottest command ever even though I have no intention of complying with it.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, my voice breathy and unsure and barely audible to my own ears.

“I need a distraction,” he says. “Or else . . .”

I reach for the hem of my T-shirt dress and pull it over my head. The bra comes off next.

Dean cups my breasts, his fingers grazing the nipples in maddeningly slow circles. “This works.”

“Can I move now?”

“No,” he says sternly.

His response registers far and wide and sets my nerve endings ablaze as if he’s struck a match to them. “You’re not being—”

He leans forward, closing his mouth over a nipple and sucking gently. And just like that, I can’t even remember what I was going to say. But if Dean believes that’s going to stop me from riding his cock, he’s got another think coming. And an orgasm too.

“Dean, I need to move.”

He leans back, his mouth still affixed to my breast, then he slowly pulls away, lengthening my nipple to twice its usual size before he lets it go with a soft pop of his lips. “Now you can move,” he whispers. “I appreciate your patience.”

His smile is smug as he says this, as if he’s a customer service representative at the local DMV and knows I’m at his mercy. Dean’s in for a surprise, however. I don’t want anything about this morning to be polite. Because my mission is simple—to get him out of my system—and failure is not an option.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Dean

I’m inside Solange, and the feeling is unreal.

She rocks on top of me, her thighs slapping against mine. I alternate between caressing and gripping her ass, content to let her steer this ship as I revel in the silken feel of her squeezing my shaft.