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“Good,” she whispers, her hot gaze pinning me in place. My entire body stands at attention, waiting to see what she’ll donext. She traces the ridge of my abdomen, and she’s walking a fine line.

My control is good, but I’m on the edge.

The black lace panties were a bad idea. Seeing her ass in them, her pussy, is the only thing I can think about.

“Why?” I have to ask it. Have to make sure we’re on the same page. “Why do you want to order room service?”

She breaks away from me, and the loss of her warm body against mine is one of the worst things I’ve ever felt. The bed creaks slightly when she sits on it. She crosses her legs, the silk fabric of her skirt falling away from her body.

I want to kiss every inch of those legs. I want to spread them around my face and fucking feast on her.

“Because you promised to make me scream, over and over again, and I’d like to think you’re a man of your word.”

“I’m a fucking man of my word, princess. You want to scream? I’ll make you scream.” I kneel next to the bed. Her breathing’s gone ragged, her eyes wide and vulnerable despite her confident little speech.This woman.This woman will undo me.

And I’ll savor every moment of it.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-SIX

JUNE

Dean runsa finger across my thigh, and I shudder. “You’re shaking.” He stares up at me. “Is this alright?”

I nod.

“I need you to tell me yes or no, June.”

How is this so sexy? The way he looks at me sets me on fire, the way he reins himself in, makes sure I’m comfortable.

I love it.

An incomprehensible noise comes out of me when his warm mouth meets the inside of my thigh.

His hands track down my legs, fingers running lightly over all the sore spots. Carefully, gently, his big hands make quick work of unstrapping the pretty black shoes. I close my eyes, savoring every touch, wanting to live in this moment.

His hands rub against my thighs.More, I want more.

“June? You didn’t answer.”

“Yes. I want you. Please.”

He unleashes himself, gripping my ass with both hands, hoisting me up so I can wrap my legs around him.Off.I need his coat off. Right. Now.

I press a kiss to the rasping beard on his throat as I tug it off.

The shirt next. I need to see his chest, that sculpted muscle. I pull at it, feral, and the top button pops off.

“Oops.”

Dean laughs, setting me down and quickly unbuttoning the rest. My gaze lingers as he reveals his perfect torso beneath.

“So, like, do you work out all day? Is that part of the job?” I trace the edge of his muscle, and it ripples under my touch.

“I work out a lot. Why, do you like it?” He flexes his arms, and I tilt my head, a hand at my chin. Pretending to consider.

“It’s alright.”