Come on baby, let's ride. We can escape to the great sunshine.

 

allure events,
Jacquelyn Duchannes,

I pressed my fingertips against my temples and closed my eyes as the client lectured on and on about a catering catastrophe months ago. Somewhere between all the planning, a few details got mixed up and we ended up serving cocktails, caviar, and crab at a kids party. Mistakes happen, what can I say? What's worse is that I couldn't remember if she was the recipient of the surf and turn variety or the judges wife who had celebrated her husbands 60th birthday with gourmet pigs in blankets and a million pink and purple cupcakes. "How do I know that I can rely on Allure when my 15 year old daughter and her friends got drunk due to your mistake?"

Right. Worried mother.

I parted my lips to answer her when started going off again, my palm hitting my forehead in case it might magically cure my headache. "Mrs. Davis," I cut in using a soft tone, firm hands setting on my shoulders and squeezing them. I leaned back in my chair and looked up at Dean, smiling as the woman lectured me this time about the importance of listening and never interrupting. She was one of those people you just couldn't win with. I covered the receiver with one hand to whisper, "I'll be done in a minute."

"Take your time," He replied and massaged my shoulders, my body melting instantly. It felt so good. I was now more than positive that I was addicted to his hands being on my body, no matter how innocent the gesture.

"Are you listening?" She cut into my thoughts, thankfully since I was on the verge of moaning.

"Yes," I lied. "Mrs. Davis, that glitch was a one time thing. I can guarantee that Allure Events is the premiere event planning company for the South. Let me direct you to the manager of human resources and we'll see what we can do for you." Everyone loved a good discount.

"Fine," She replied while I transferred the call and hung up the phone.

"Bad day? I can come back," Dean said out of nowhere, making me almost jump from how out of it I was. I was a perfectionist, I hated feeling like a fuck up.

"No. Don't stop touching me please," I set my hand on his wrist and shot him a pout.
He smiled back and moved his hands back to my shoulders, massaging them slowly and pulling my body up with my back against him. “What are you doing now?” He asked, his voice so low and sexy.

“I could use a drink," I admitted, turning my head to look up at him and grin. He leaned down and kissed me softly, grabbing my waist and pulled me into him. Cupping my cheek, he kissed me harder, slipping his tongue into my mouth and making me moan quietly. “Mr. Mcgarritty….I’m trying to work here," I said somewhat breathlessly, pulling away and smirking.

He looked lost in a thought, the look on his face making my chest tighten since I was so accustomed to bad news. I always expected the worst, a bad habit of mine. “Sorry," He said finally and kissed me again.

“I don’t think you’re really sorry," I breathed against his lips, walking backwards until I was up against the desk.

“I'm not," He admitted, wrapping both arms around me and setting his forehead against mine. “Do you want to get that drink?”

"In a minute..." I trailed off and ran my hands down his hard chest, resting them on his even harder abs as I smiled up at him through my lashes. The connection between us? It was indescribable. Things were easy with Dean... the complete opposite of my relationship with Joel which was always a mess with someone pissed off or someone hurt. Maybe it was because we hadn't slept together yet. Sex always complicated things. But oh my god, I wanted to sleep with him so bad.

His eyes got a full shade darker and I bit down on my lip, "If we stay here? I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off of you..."

I pushed myself onto my desk and sat down, yanking on the bottom of his shirt to guide his body closer to mine. "You say it like it's a bad thing..." I trailed off, knowing that it wasn't bad but sex at work? A quickie wasn't how I imagined our first time. Then again, we weren't innocent little virgins who needed candles and mood music. As I said before, sex complicated every thing. And I seriously needed to stop over thinking so much.

"Not bad..." His hands dropped onto my thighs and moved up a little. "But what I want to do to you?"

"Mhm?" I mumbled after he stopped. I was hanging on his every word.

He lowered his head to brush his lips up against my ear, "Not here Jac."

"Then stay with me tonight," I whispered back, biting my lip nervously since it was one thing to text him those words but another to say them in person. He made me nervous, unsure of myself.

“Stay with you….” He trailed off, his voice unsure again and making my chest tighten.

“Yes," I smirked, my hands slipping under his tee and running across his stomach slowly. “I don’t have a nosy brother at my place.”

He laughed and leaned into my touch, “Let’s get that drink first.” Okay. I wasn't expecting that. His hands ran up my arms and cupped my face before he leaned down to to kiss my lips swiftly. And unbearably chastely.

“Um," I said, feeling a little rejected and confused. He'd been trying to stay the night for weeks and suddenly, put the conversation off completely. “Okay," I ran my fingers through my hair and slipped back into my heels.

“Hey," He stopped me, pulling my body into his and wrapping both arms around my waist. “I want to go home with you tonight.”

I bit my lip but still felt hesitant, waiting for the inevitable catch. “But?”

“But only if we don’t get too drunk," He teased and I laughed.

“I'm sure I can hold my liquor much better than you McGarritty," I said, pulling away from him and walking towards the door with a little more sway to my hips than usual in case he was looking... which he had to be.

“I wouldn’t bet any money on that Duchannes," He said following me into the elevator and immediately pulling me into a steamy kiss that I wasn't planning on stopping. Now that was more like it.

 “Dean….” I breathed out, dying a little as he kissed down my neck, biting down just slightly before the elevator pinged again and he pulled away. Unfortunately and regretfully.

“Just a preview," He smirked at my flushed face.

I pressed my body into his, breathing in his intoxicating scent and smirking, "I'm bringing you home tonight... You have no say in the matter now."

"No?" He grinned back and the doors opened.

I straightened my body back up and shook my head, slipping my hand into his, "Nope."

He gave my hand a little squeeze and we walked out of the elevator side by side. "Where are we going?" He asked as I gave the security guard a little wave and flashed him a smile. The man was old enough to be my grandpa, but it was always reassuring seeing him every morning. I was a woman who liked consistency.

"I think I have a few bottles back at my place," I tried with a wicked smile, wondering what had changed since my place now seemed off limits.

"If we go back to your apartment? We won't get a chance to drink," He said in a serious tone.

"No? What would happen instead?" I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head up to look at him.

He kissed the top of my head and smiled at me before averting his eyes away from me. He was acting weird, but I didn't want to be one of those obnoxious girls who called him out over nothing... Technically, I wasn't even his girlfriend. I didn't want to push him away before we ever really amounted to anything. "For starters? I'd devour you... every inch of your body," He said in a low voice and I shivered. Oh my god.

"It sounds similar to the dream I had last night..." I trailed off and bit my lip. It sounded eerily similar to the dreams I'd been having the past few nights... for a couple of weeks now.

“Trust me, the reality would be better," He said seriously, my mind not having even one doubt about it. Ever since the night at the Rowans, I couldn't stop thinking about the way he looked between my legs.... how fast he made me cum. How hard. I got frustrated just thinking about it and how bad I wanted to finish what we started.

“So then what’s the problem?” I asked in a soft voice as I pressed my body into his gently, my eyes wide and blinking as I tried using every trick in the book on him.

“No problem….” He trailed off, letting silence complete his sentence and confuse me even more.

“So my place then?” I smirked and he swallowed thickly before nodding.

“Sure.”

I furrowed my eyebrows at Dean and ran my hands slowly up his hard chest, “You seem….nervous.”

“Maybe I am," He teased, making me wish I could read his mind and see where his thoughts were.

“Can we take your bike?” I asked, biting down on my lip in excitement. His bike was such a turn on.

“Anything you want baby," He said, smiling at me genuinely.

"I love when you call me that," I replied quietly and smiled back at him as we headed over to his bike, my eyes on him the entire time.

He handed me a helmet and then let his eyes glance down my body. I swear I could feel him groan even though he didn't make a sound. "Can you ride in that?" He asked, staring at my legs and the skirt that showed them off. I was only thankful I didn't wear anything tight today since it was damn near impossible to straddle a bike in a pencil skirt.

"I'll just press my body up against yours so nothing shows," I shot him a wicked smirk and pulled the helmet on as he shook his head and did the same. I waited for him to climb on first and then slid onto the bike behind him, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist as I adjusted my body to his. He gave one of my hands a small squeeze and then started the bike, pulling away from the curb and heading in the direction of my apartment. My hands explored his body the best they could while keeping it innocent enough to not cause a crash. A million thoughts raced through my head, all ending the same way... naughty. I was nearly cupping his dick through his jeans when he pulled up to my place and parked the bike in the lot, sliding his helmet off and looking at me.

"You make it damn hard to focus Jacquelyn," He grinned at me as I pushed my helmet off and ran my fingers through my hair which had somehow become a ratty mess under the helmet.

"Literally or -"

He leaned over and cut me off by pressing his lips to mine, cupping my chin up with his free hand and then sliding his palm down my neck. "Literally..." He trailed off with lips still against mine, so soft and tempting.

"I want your lips all over me," I breathed out pulled back slowly, my grin getting wider as I slipped off the bike to look at how good he looked on it.

“Right here? That’d give quite a show for the neighbors.”

I shrugged, “I don’t really care.”

He swung his leg over the bike to walk over to me, looking like walking sex in the process. “I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist Jac," He teased, doing what I wanted and pressing his lips against my neck.

“I just forget everything else when you kiss me," I breathed out softly, arching my back so that my breasts crushed against his chest.

“As sexy as that is I still don’t want the pervy guy looking out the window right now to see any more of you.”

I pulled back and looked up at the open window and rolled my eyes, “He’s asked me out a few times.” Dean made a face at my words and I grinned, “You know you make that face whenever any guy looks at me right?”

“I must like you," He said, following me inside as I lead the way. “God your ass is fantastic," He added under his breath.

I turned as I grinned at him, loving the way he looked at me and made me feel sexy. “People tell me that all the time," I replied, the mood between us much better than before. I wanted him happy more than anything, earlier he seemed like there was a lot on his mind.

“Girls too?”

I shrugged and resisted the urge to grin, “All the time.” He sucked his lips in and tried not to grin as he got lost in his thoughts, a smirk playing on my lips,

“You’re about to ask me if I’ve ever been with a girl aren’t you?”

He shook his head, “I was just picturing it…..but have you?”

I reached my door and grabbed my keys before letting him in, “What if I said yes?”

He reached for my waist and pulled me towards him, “I’d wonder if it was a one on one thing or a threesome situation.”

My face flushed as I ran my hands up his chest, “Have you ever-“

“Been with a woman?” He interrupted me. “A few times.”

I laughed but shook my head, “No, had a threesome.”

He shrugged, “Once. Have you?”

“Was it two girls or two guys?” I grinned and he made an adorable face.

“Girls!” He exclaimed as I walked into the kitchen and pulled out a pitcher of margaritas.

"I was joking," I bit down on my lip and opened the cupboard to grab two glasses.

"What about you?" He stepped behind me as I poured slowly, his hard body pressed against mine and his hands on my hips.

"Never. I'm bad at sharing," I set both glasses around and turned in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and tilting my head up to kiss him again. I was never going to get enough... it was obvious now.

"Good," His hands dropped down to my ass and he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as we kept kissing. He pulled back for a second, fingers unbuttoning my top clumsily since he was more focused on holding me up. I reached down and pulled it over my head, grinning as I pressed my lips back against his, wasting no time.

"Good?" I broke the kiss and trailed more down his neck, nipping and sucking, leaving my mark on him since I wanted him to be all mine. Maybe he got jealous when guys looked at me, but I was just as bad.

"I'd never be able to share you," He groaned as I bite down hard, not playing fair and not caring. "Where's your room?"

I pointed behind us, pulling my head back to grin, "Finally..."

“I guess I did forget about those drinks," He smirked, walking into my bedroom and tossing me on the bed before hovering over me. The drinks had been long forgotten and now he was all I could think about.. and it was damn time.

“They were just a ruse to get you into my bed anyways," I teased, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Almost instantly, my mouth was on his hard chest and exploring his perfect body. “Fuck Jac…” He groaned as I ran my tongue along his stomach, my hand running over his erection as his  hands moved up my legs.

“Yes," I nodded as I pulled on his jeans, pushing them down and slipping my hand into his briefs. My hands were itching to touch him, like I couldn't possibly wait another second.

He moaned something unintelligible as I kept touching him, his groans only fueling me on and making me want him even more. “I want to be inside of you so bad…..” He trailed off as he kissed my jaw, my neck, the swells of my chest. His lips on me feeling like pure bliss, I was afraid I'd never get enough.

“You should feel how bad I want it too…” I whispered, my hand still stroking him as I let my other hand guide his in between my legs. He didn’t waste anytime teasing me, instead he slipped his fingers inside my panties and touched me, a loud moan escaping me while I craved more.

“I want to taste you," He whispered, a shiver running through me

"I want you inside of me..." I trailed off, biting my lip as he kept rubbing my clit, hard then slow, tracing careful circles around it so expertly. One finger slipped inside of me and my back arched upwards, another loud moan leaving my lips.

"Like that?" He asked in a low growl, working another finger in and pumping them so insanely slow. He didn't wait for my answer, lowering his head and kissing up my thighs. He pulled his fingers out of me gently and pulled my panties down my long legs, running his hands back up my thighs and taking my skirt off too.

"Take your pants off," I whispered, watching his eyes take in every inch of my bare skin which felt on fire.

He shook his head and grabbed behind my knees, pulling my body closer to his and then pushing my legs apart. "Take your bra off," He said instead, moving his gaze up to my breasts.

I let out the breath I had been holding and arched my back again, reaching behind me and unclasping my bra. The straps slid down my arms as I took the lacy material off my body and tossed it aside, covering my breasts with my hands, cupping and kneading while he watched. I couldn't stop touching myself, the way
his blue eyes pooled with lust was fueling me on, driving me crazy and leaving me feeling high on him. I felt hooked. "Touch me..." I said when his eyes finally moved back up to mine, a small smirk playing on my lips.

He was all over me the second I finished saying it, his body hovering back over mine as he kissed me. His hands ran up my thighs to grab my ass and squeeze while his lips trailed down my neck and then to my chest as he took one of my breasts in his mouth. I broke. I couldn't even think straight anymore.

“Dean….oh my god!” I let out a moan that I felt in my entire body as he nibbled on my chest.

“Damn it!!!!” He pulled away from me and rolled to his side, looking up at the ceiling while I replayed the last few moments together wondering where I went wrong or what could have possibly been the problem.

“What’s wrong?” I rolled my body to his and set my hand on his stomach, sliding it up his chest slowly. “You don’t need to worry about protection anymore if that’s what you’re worried about….”

He looked over at the mischievous grin that was on my face and shook his head. “Fuck…” He ran his hands over his face and stood up, zipping his jeans over his erection while I just stared blankly. It was me obviously.... but what did I do?

“Dean….” I trailed off with worry in my voice, looking away to hide the concern on my face. I'd never been turned down in my life and honestly, I hoped it'd never happen again.

“I'm….I have to tell you something before we do this.”

I looked back up at him with my eyes widening and pulled the sheet over my body since I suddenly felt really naked. “Okay…..” I said softly, cautiously.

“You know how I told you my ex was in town and I was having dinner with her?”

I just nodded, feeling devastated by how this was turning out, “You slept with her….”

He gave me a shocked look, “No!! God….of course I didn’t.” I blinked back even more confused while he shook his head and reached for me, sitting back on the bed and pulling me into him. “I told her about you baby….I know we’re not…like together for real but I want us to be.”

I relaxed in his arms, “Okay….so then what’s wrong?”

“She offered me a job. A really great job.”

I pulled back, “So you’d leave Allure?”

He swallowed thickly and my nerves returned, “I’d um…..I’d be leaving the country actually. It’s in Vancouver.”

"Vancouver?" I repeated, the word sounding foreign as I said it out loud. I mean, in a way it was. He nodded and I looked away, not sure how to react since he just told me that he wanted to be with me and then a second later that he was offered a great job in Canada. I bit into my lip and stared down at my hand, picking at my fingernail out of habit since I was fresh out of words.

"Say something Jac," He said softly, tightening his arm around me.

"How long have you known?"

"I never said yes," He replied and I shook my head and looked at him.

"But when did she ask you?" I rephrased the question, looking into his eyes and wondering why we always had the worst timing. His brother walking in on us was one thing, Thea a little worse... but this? I'd practically thrown myself at him. Hell, I was still naked, and yet something else came up.

He shrugged and looked guilty, "A week... A little less than a week."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I asked, sounding even more vulnerable if possible.

"Because I never said yes..." He repeated and I contemplated pulling away to hung down a long shirt to hide under.... but still, I couldn't pull away from him. He was right when he said we weren't together for real, but I wanted that. I wanted him. "I didn't want to upset you."

"So you waited for the moment I got naked to tell me?" I asked with a little more edge to my voice, still feeling under dressed. "We were about to have sex Dean... at least I thought we were!"

“I know.”

“So then what the hell?!” I exclaimed and looked around the room, looking anywhere but at him.

He grabbed my robe hanging on the bed and tossed it to me, picking up his tee from the floor and pulling it over his head. Just like that the mood was over with, the whole moment gone. “I was selfish. I was afraid if I told you that we’d be over and I wasn’t ready for that yet….”

“That was selfish," I said, pulling the robe tight across my body and still not feeling like enough. “What about your family? Your friends? You love your job here!”

“Trust me….it’s not an easy decision for me…but the job. Honestly if it wasn’t for you it’d be a no-brainer.”

I blinked, wondering if I'd heard him right, “If it wasn’t for me?”

“I think I could really fall for you. I’m crazy about you….”

“But…” I finished for him and he sat down next to me again.

“But it’s crazy to turn something like this down simply because a relationship MAY work out. Most relationships don’t!”

“So…..you thought you’d get me naked first and then tell me you’re leaving the country?”

“Trust me…..No….I….you make it hard for me to think when you’re around Jac. I didn’t want to hurt you….would it have been better if we’d slept together first?”

I shook my head slowly, none of this making sense. I mean, it made sense, but it wasn't fair. “So then…..what does this mean?” I asked, not sure I wanted to hear his answer. This could only end two ways and either one came with a repercussion.

“I…..I don’t know. What does it mean for you?”

I parted my lips and ran my tongue over my lips one at a time, as if I were stalling or trying to come up with something to say. My mouth was dry and I felt like I was getting dumped which 1. had never happened in my life and 2. could you get dumped by someone you weren't actually in a relationship with? "I think it means that you either go and we'll never know what this could have been," I motioned between us and then set my hand on my knee, my legs crossed Indian style on the bed. "Or you go and we don't work out for whatever reason -"

"Or we do work out and -"

"And you always wonder what kind of opportunities that job could have brought you?" I shook my head. "It's a great job, you said it yourself. Turn it down for me and you'd always hold that over me."

"I wouldn't do that to you and you know it," He shook his head while I continued picking at my nail polish, pieces flaking off onto the bed.

"I don't know Dean... I think I'd blame myself either way," I said seriously, wishing I could rewind the time back to when we were in the kitchen. I'd drink that entire pitcher of margaritas if it was in front of me right now.

“So…..” He trailed off and I felt my heart sink.

I ran my hands through my long hair, pulling it to one side and wondering what more I could say. It was his choice though, I couldn't make it for him. And if I was the only reason for him staying? He'd only end up resenting me at some point. “So?” I asked only when the silence was too much.

“I haven’t even accepted it yet…”

“But you will.”

“Yeah….I think so,” He replied and god, it hurt to hear him say it out loud. 

I shrugged, “Then there’s not really much else to say.”

“We have god awful timing….”

“Yeah…”

He reached out and cupped my hands with his, stopping me from destroying my nails any further. “You’re going to break one of your nails if you keep doing that," He teased, trying to lighten the mood but all I could think about was him touching me again.

“Dean….” I pulled back, wrapping my arms around my legs.

“I know," He stood up. “Do you want me to leave?”

"Yes," I said quietly and watched him turn slowly and walk towards the door, that sinking feeling in my chest only getting worse. "No. Stay... Please."

He turned around and watched as I adjusted my body back against the bed, "Are you sure?"

I nodded and let out the breath I had been holding, not sure of many things except for one; I wasn't ready to lose him. "Come here," I lifted the blankets up and walked back over to me, climbing into the bed and wrapping his arm around my waist. There were too many clothes separating us; my robe, his shirt, jeans and boxers, but I still felt him everywhere.

"I'm sorry," He said as he tightened his grasp on me, the effect he had on my body still taking its toll.

"I'm happy for you," I lied, trying to be optimistic since he really did deserve the best. I pulled my head back to look at him through my lashes, forcing a small smile as I leaned my chest against his. His hand caressed my cheek softly, moving down my neck and making me shiver while goosebumps spread all over my body. Tilting his head down, he kissed me chastely, the kiss going straight to the ache and only making it grow. "What was that for?" I breathed, his lips still inches from mine and his cologne so intoxicating.

"I couldn't resist."

"Dean..." I trailed off, my words sounding like a moan and when my hips pressed up against his, I could feel how bad he still wanted it too.

He moved his lips to my neck, not kissing me but hiding his face. I closed my eyes and felt his breath on my skin, trying to relax when I was tense all over. "I should go Jac..."

"Stay with me tonight... I'm not ready to miss you," I whispered back.

“All night?”

I just nodded and then adjusted my body against his, my head nuzzled into his chest. I tried to ignore the perfect fit, focusing on everything that had just happened instead. “Then…then we’ll just be friends," I said quietly, it more of a statement than a question.

He looked down at me and squeezed me tighter against his body, “Friends…..okay.”

“That won’t be easy," I said softly, my hand fisting at his shirt as I nuzzled against him, wondering to myself if sex would complicate things even more. They were already pretty fucked up, so what was wrong with me for wanting to give in to temptation?

“No….not easy.”

“Better than falling for you and then losing you," I said under my breath.

“I'm sorry," He whispered, letting out a deep sigh. “You’re not the only one who was falling.”

“Let’s not worry about sorry until tomorrow morning," I said quietly, wrapping an arm around his waist as our legs tangled together.

“Until tomorrow then….”

I pulled my head back and parted my lips, staring at his face as his eyes opened. "What are you thinking about?" I asked out of curiosity and wanting to know where his thoughts were. My brain felt fuzzy... I was thinking about too much. As always. Wishes, regrets; we could have done so much differently if we'd just given each other an actual chance from the start.

He caressed my cheek and tucked my stray hairs behind my ear, "Honestly? About how beautiful you are."

I smiled slowly and moved my hips against his, "You're a good man Dean..."

"But?" He raised an eyebrow as my words trailed off.

I shrugged, "No buts."

He grinned back and kissed my forehead, silence falling between us again. "What are you thinking about?" His fingers traced down my neck, my nipples straining against my silky robe and making me wish I could flip an off switch to my body.

"I can't say," I whispered and kept my eyes on his, knowing my eyes would give me away. They always did.

"You can tell me..."

But I didn't know how I felt. I knew that I wanted him... but I was also sad. I wanted to be mad at him for hiding something so big from me, but he was stalling because he knew it'd hurt me. "I'm thinking about how bad I still want you," I admitted and slipped my hand under his shirt to rest on his abs.

He groaned and shook his head, “You can’t say that to me……”

I stared at him, wondering if I should have kept it to myself. But why? “But it’s true," I whispered, pressing my hips harder against his. “Don’t you still want me?”

“Do you think it’ll be easier if-“

I put a finger over his lips, so soft and tempting I couldn't help myself. “One night Dean…what could it hurt?”

He looked at me and for a moment there, I was scared that he'd say no. Maybe it was a bad idea... okay, it was a terrible idea. But one night with him was better than nothing, better than living with a million what ifs. “One night then……one night to pretend that you’re mine,” The words come out way rougher than I expected, my hands already pulling at his body until he was hovering over me.

“Prove it…..prove I'm yours," I whispered softly, seeing the lust pool in his eyes and knowing he wanted it just as bad as me. I reached for his shirt again, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside before helping him shed the rest of his clothes. Oh my god his body.

“Baby….” He kissed the indent in my neck as my hands ran over his body just the way his had with mine, like I couldn’t get enough and I really couldn't.

“Don’t tease me Dean….just make me yours for tonight," I kissed up his neck as he groaned loudly against me, ripping off my robe before attacking my body with his mouth as I shook beneath him, so fucking turned on by his eagerness.

“I won’t be able to hold back much longer Jacquelyn…you are the biggest damn temptation I’ve ever had in my life.”

"Yeah?" I said with my tone still all breathy, dying a little as his tongue flicked back and forth over my nipple. I was going to lose it before we even started.

His eyes flicked up to mine as he caught my nipple between his teeth and bit it gently, my moans breaking the silence since they were so damn loud. He propped himself up on his elbow and took my breast back into his mouth, reaching for his dick with his free hand and stroking it while he kissed and teased my breasts one at a time. Everything he did to me felt so fucking good. "Your body..." He trailed off, my teeth practically tearing shreds in my lip as I watched him touch himself... and touch me. He was the sexiest man alive easily.

"What about it?" I pushed my legs apart and tried lifting my hips to touch him.

"It's perfect," He replied and rubbed the head of his dick back and forth across my pussy, the wetness glistening on it.

"Oh my god..." I breathed out, aching and burning. I'd never been so turned on in my life.

He lowered his head and kissed my neck, still rubbing me and teasing me with his dick. "I want you to ride me... I want your perfect body bouncing up and down on top of me," He bit into my neck, working the tip of his dick just barely inside of me and then pulling out.

I was speechless. I moved my hips but before getting another inch of him, he had our positions switched and my body was now straddling him. I set my hands on his chest and pressed my breasts together, leaning closer to him until our lips were touching. Parting my lips, I slipped my tongue into his mouth and adjusted my body as I moved a hand to his erection, slowly guiding him inside of me as I moaned against his mouth. He felt incredible.

He froze beneath me as I took him in, slowly, so damn slow. One inch, then another…..and another. I let him swallow my moans, capturing his in return as I tightened around him in a vice like grip. When I felt like I couldn't take another second of the teasing anymore, my lips pulled away from his and my hands splayed out on his chest, my  breasts pushed together between my arms as I held my breath again and took him the rest of the way, gasping as he immediately grabbed my hips and held me there so I couldn’t move. “Gotta give me a minute baby….” He said through his teeth.

I bit down on my lip and cocked my head to the side, my hair cascading over my shoulder while he stared at me. “But I want more….” I trailed off, feeling like I was blushing all over simply from the way he looked at me.

He groaned and pulled himself up so our chests were together and he moved one hand to cup my face and kiss me softly. “I want to give you more Jacquelyn, I will give you more but if you want me to last you gotta start slow.”

I nodded slowly, having no doubt in my mind that we were going to go all night. If this was all I was getting? I was going to make every second with him last. “I’ll start slow Dean…..god you feel even bigger than you look," My eyes closed and my head fell back in pleasure as I pushed him back down and slowly started to rock my hips, adjusting to his body since god, he was huge.

“I keep getting bigger every second," He admitted, my hips speeding up a little despite my promise to go slow. I couldn't help it though, I felt like a fiend and needed to feel him coming against me. My body was soon bouncing on top of his, each time taking him a little deeper than the last and he was right when he said he was still getting harder. No matter how hard he got, he fit inside of me perfect. “Damn it Jacquleyn," He cursed again and let his hand go to my hips, helping me move even more as I started shaking above him. “You make me crazier every second too….”

"Mmm..." I moaned, letting my eyes flutter open to look at him. I nearly came just watching him, his eyes moving back and forth between mine and where our bodies met. I felt a wave of emotions, nothing ever feeling so right in my life. I tightened around him and he growled, the sound like music to my ear and making me spasm against his dick again and again, it was like a chain reaction. He drove me crazy, yeah, but I drove him just as crazy.

"Fuck," He gritted out, dropping his hands on my ass and moving them with my body.

I slowed down, giving him the slow start he wanted but maybe a little too late. I lifted my hips, almost losing all of him and then went down torturously slow. Moving my hips, I kept repeating the motion and lowered my chest back down to his, running my tongue up his neck and biting just under his chin. "You drive me so crazy too," I whispered, tangling a hand in his hair and grasping it to pull his head back more. His fingers sunk into my skin as he lifted his hips up to meet mine with every thrust, my lips moving along his jawline until our eyes were back on each others. I smiled at him and lowered my head to press a soft kiss against his lips, pulling back just enough to bit on the bottom lip as I tightened around him again. "God, you feel so good..."

"Do I?" His hands moved to my hips in a bruising grip, flipping out positions without leaving me and slamming into me hard.

"Fuck!!!" I screamed out, letting him grasp my leg and prop it on his hip. My heel dug into his back and he kept fucking me fast and hard, my pussy spasming around him uncontrollably and my whole body shaking, ready for my climax. "Baby..."

“I'm sorry I can’t hold back anymore….”

I shook my head, “Don’t be sorry….harder…please!!”

He just stared at me for a second before smiling slowly and grabbing my hip, driving into me again and again and again until the room was a blur and all I could see was him. “You have no idea how fu.cking hot you look…..” He said as he held off his release while I struggled to do the same. “You’re close….”

I nodded, not sure I could speak. Or do anything else for that matter. “Yes…” I breathed out, nodding as my hands moved to my breasts and I bit down on my  lip. “Are you?”

He smirked and shook his head, “Baby I’ve been close since we started….let go….let me feel you.”

I groaned and shut my eyes tight before letting them fly right back open as my head threw back and I called out his name, “Dean!!! Oh my god!!!!”

He groaned back before finally letting himself let go, coming hard inside of me and drowning out my moans with a roar. He called out my name and fucked me  hard, milking every last millisecond before slumping against my body, still deep inside of me. Nothing, literally nothing, felt better than him coming inside of me. My arms wrapped around him as he kissed the curve of my neck. “Jacquelyn….” He whispered against my skin.

“Mmmm?”

“One night is not near enough……”

I just laid there and listened to our unsteady breaths, my eyes closed and his lips still on me. I hadn't felt like this in.... well, ever. "I know," I said back honestly, tangling my fingers in his hair and moaning again as he slipped out of me.

He reached for my waist and pulled me into his side after collapsing beside me, my eyes fluttering open as I shifted against him and propped myself up on an elbow to look at him. I scanned every inch of his naked body, biting my lip and getting turned on all over again. One night definitely wasn't enough... a week wouldn't be enough. "You're so beautiful..." He trailed off and reached for my head, tucking my hair behind my ear and then pulling my head down to his.

"You're driving me crazy," I whispered against his lips and kissed him hard, never wanting the night to end since I wasn't sure what tomorrow would bring. I didn't want him to leave. Obviously. I couldn't ask him to stay though, I knew that much. I pulled my head back a few inches and nipped at his lip, grinning slowly as my hand slid down his hard chest to find his erection. I ran my fingers up and down it before stroking him slowly, speeding up only when he started groaning.

"What am I going to do with you?"

I pressed my lips against his neck and placed feather soft kisses up and down it, "You tell me..."

“Jac….”

“Does one night mean only one time?” I asked, cocking my head to the side and giving him one of my wide innocent looks.

"Fuck no," He said seriously, grabbing my face and kissing me hard. “But that won’t be enough either.

I swallowed and stopped stroking him, grinning when what sounded like an actual whimper came from his throat. “What would be enough Dean?” I asked softly, splaying my hand against his chest.

He stared at me for a second, both of us getting lost in each others eyes. “Come with me," He whispered softly, the words sinking in slowly, my mind trying to process them at their real worth.

I looked at him and then shook my head, “Don’t be crazy.”

He tilted my head back up to meet his, “I'm serious. You can cook anywhere, hell we can probably find you a better job!”

“And when we break up then what? I'm stuck in Vancouver with nothing,” I said, trying to reason myself more than anything since in my mind it didn't sound like such a bad idea. There wasn't much else keeping me in Texas... my family wasn't even here and I'd lost my company. 

“But what if we don’t?”

I shook my head as if shaking off all my thoughts, “There’s no way that you can say we wont now Dean. It’s crazy to even think about.”

He rolled over to capture my body under his, his warmth radiating against me and making me want to start moaning all over again. “And you can’t say that you’ve ever felt like this…..you can’t tell me I'm the only one who’s blown away by what we are together….”

He was right though. What we had? I'd never had that before... and the crazy part was, we weren't even together. We were moving fast and we both knew it, yet we couldn't stop. The attraction was that strong. “This is post-sex talk Dean. You’ll feel differently tomorrow….even if you don’t. I can’t leave the country. It’s crazy,” I replied instead, afraid that he'd ask me to come and then wake up one morning regretting it.

“So….then where does that leave us?”

“Right now? In my bed," I lifted my hips against his and he groaned.
“It can’t be just one night baby, it can’t.”

I bit my lip and let my eyes caress his body, never tired of taking in the perfect view. For a moment, I imagined living with Dean... having this every night and then waking up exhausted in his arms but ready for more. It sounded better than good, but it sounded like a daydream, which it really was. Maybe things would work out, I'd find an amazing job and start over this picture perfect life with him... but what if it didn't? It was always the what if's that scared me most. "It doesn't have to be just one night..." I trailed off, running my hands all over his chest. His body killed me.

"So you'll come?"

 I grinned at his choice of words, "I will if you make me..."

He let out a small laugh that didn't quit meet his eyes, the look on his face making me nervous and curious at the same time. I wanted to know what he was thinking, but I was afraid to know the truth. We were falling for each other, but we were about to lose each other. It was bittersweet and left me feeling every emotion possible. "Are you ready for me again?" He asked, switching the mood up and trailing his hand between my legs, rubbing me gently and groaning when my body answered for me.

"Mhmm..." I smirked and pressed against his back to lead his body closer to mine. "When are you leaving?"

“If I take the job? A month.”

I blinked, knowing I should have expected that... but hearing him confirm it? It hurt. It made it real. “So….then we have a month," I said and moaned as he teased me.

He swallowed thickly, “I can’t just fuck you for a month knowing I'm leaving. That makes me an asshole Jac….”

I shook my head, “Not if it was my idea.” I smirked and lifted my hips, silently asking for more, “But you’re going to have to spoil me…..”

He groaned, “I’ll do more than spoil you….”

My hands moved up my stomach to cup my breasts as he watched, “I’m waiting….”

“Spread your legs baby…..I’m about to spoil you for the rest of the night.”