“I’ve never sampled anything as sweet as you,” he whispered.
Dean inhaled her womanly scent and sucked her clit in between his teeth, nibbling on her. Catherine’s hands flew to his head, clutching and grasping handfuls of his hair in stinging desperation for more. When his tongue thrust between her folds, she seemed to lose it completely, pushing against his face and undulating as he tongue-fucked her. A few more licks to her clit and Catherine burst wide, screaming and straining against the unyielding hold his hands had on her soft thighs.
He stayed still and stared up at her as she became lost in the delirious aftermath of her orgasm. Dean kept his mouth against her wet mound while she gained control. When Catherine collapsed back, the muscles in her thighs going slack as they fell open, her hands dropping back to the bed, Dean kissed her clit and lifted up. His gaze took in everything. Her satisfied smile, the perspiration on her forehead. She made the most tempting picture. She looked nearly asleep, but when Dean dipped his finger into her slippery opening, her eyes flew open. “Ah, there you are,” he said as he pulled it back out and brought it to her lips. He rubbed her lube all over her mouth, then leaned down and kissed her clean. Catherine moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her. Just as her breasts came into contact with his chest, he caught himself and stopped.
Dean raised his head, regret filling him as he said, “I need to go, sweetheart.”
Catherine went still. “Wow, I already forgot.” She swatted him on the arm. “See what happens to my brain when you’re around?”
He chuckled. “I have a pretty redhead naked in my bed. Do you think my brain isn’t total mush right now?”
A wicked gleam lit her eyes. “Maybe I should try and make you forget about work.”
That easily, Dean had an image of her mouth wrapped tight around his cock, and it nearly blocked out all rational thought. “I really want to take you up on that right now, really, but it’s going to have to wait until later. There will be a later, right? I want to see you.”
She nodded. “I was hoping you’d say that. Want to call my cell when you’re finished? We can plan a time to meet.”
“Sounds good to me.” Dean leaned down and kissed her once more. He let his tongue drift out and tease her lower lip and they both groaned. “I’m going to be late,” he muttered. “I should give a damn about that, but I don’t.”
She pushed at his chest and smiled. “Go, you can’t keep your employees waiting.”
Guilt washed over him, knowing he wasn’t going to his office to work but to meet Jonas instead, and they’d be discussing her.
Dean got off the bed and started getting out clothes. “Tonight, you and I are going to do something a little different,” he said, as he tossed a pair of jeans onto the bed. “Are you up for it?”
She sat up and pulled her legs into her body and wrapped her arms around them, hindering his view of her lovely tits. “That depends on what it is,” she replied, tilting her head to the side. “I draw the line at standing on my head, running down Main Street naked, and orgies.” She shrugged. “Other than that, I’m good.”
He reached over and tweaked her nose. “Nothing quite that crazy, but do you remember when we talked about handcuffs, spankings, and role-playing?”
All signs of teasing vanished, and her green eyes were once again filled with desire. “Uh, I couldn’t very well forget a discussion like that, Dean.”
He grabbed a gray T-shirt from the bottom drawer of his dresser and slipped it over his head. “Well, that’s sort of what I have in mind.”
He yanked his jeans up his legs and turned toward her. She was watching him. He took his time zipping and buttoning his fly. When Catherine licked her lips, Dean had to bite back a smile. “Catherine?”
“Hmm?”
“Did you hear me?”
“What?”
“Role-playing, spankings,” he reiterated.
“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m not sure about that, Dean.”
“That’s what you thought about the dildo, but it turned out okay, right?”
She rested her chin on her knees and said, “It turned out better than okay. Still, I’m just not sure I want to be as adventurous as what you’re implying.”
“I understand. You do have to be able to leave your inhibitions at the door. And you would need to trust me, completely.” He paused, then added, “How about if you think about it?”
She frowned and pulled the covers over her. “I suppose I could do that.”
Dean sat down on the bed next to her. “Think on it today while you’re out with Gracie. For me.”
She smiled. “Only for you.”
Dean’s possessive side loved those three little words. He reached out and toyed with her hair. “There’s something I want you to read.”