Resentment(53)
“Shit, Mia” He lets out a deep moan, but he moves my hand away.
He drops down to his knees and kisses a trail down my stomach. He pulls my shorts and panties off with one tug. His pants follow next.
Pulling me down to the floor on top of him, he positions my ass on his lap. He teases my opening with the head of his thick cock and I can feel wetness pooling between my thighs.
I position myself right over his cock and slowly lower myself down until he completely fills me.
He only allows me a second to get comfortable with his size before his hands cup my ass and start to move me in a back and forward motion.
Once we have a steady rhythm, I move his hands away and grind my ass against him hard, forcing him deeper, earning myself another series of moans.
I ride him with no hands, rubbing my swollen breast and playing with my hard nipples. I can feel the orgasm starting to build inside of me as I begin to lose all control. I meet Dean’s eyes as he watches me reach my climax. He finds his release right after me.
I lay against the cold tile, struggling to catch my breath. I wait until my heart starts beating at a normal pace to peel my eyes open. Dean’s eyes meet mine and a small smile forms on his lips. He gently tucks a strand of hair behind my ear before untangling our bodies and getting to his feet.
Offering me his hand, he pulls me to my feet. He gathers my clothes from the floor and to my surprise, he helps me dress. Without a word, he takes the IPod dock and puts it away in the living room. I stand there, watching him, unsure what to do next or what to say.
When he returns to me, he clasps my hand and leads me down the hallway to my bedroom.
I’m wondering if he plans to stay and join me in bed, but he doesn’t. He’s standing close, almost close enough to kiss, but we don’t. Instead, he says, “Goodnight,” before leaving and shutting my door behind him.
Chapter 21
MIA
I hate how much I enjoyed what happened between me and Dean last night. I hate how my body wanted more and how my lips wanted to feel another kiss from him.
All day, I’ve been doing my best not to think about him, but I can’t help it. Through all my tours and set-ups, the image of him kissing me has been implanted on my mind.
“Mia?” my supervisor suddenly asks, making me look up.
“Yes?”
“You’re wasting paint all over the floor.”
I look down and realize the paint bottle in my hand is empty and the color that should have gone on the announcement board is now all over the gallery’s floor.
“I am so sorry,” I say. I tilt the bottle up and grab a washcloth, but she steps in front of me.
“I think you should go home.” She looks concerned. “You haven’t been yourself at all today.”
“What? No, no, no. I’m perfectly fine.”
“Every time a guest has asked you a question today, you’ve completely zoned out.”
“No, I haven’t...”
“Would you like me to rewind some of the security footage?” She raises her eyebrow. “I’m not upset with you, Mia. You’ve been working extremely hard. I just think you need to go home for the rest of the day, and take off tomorrow, too. I’ll see you Monday.”
I don’t get a chance to respond. She’s turned away to speak to the couple who just walked in through the doors.
I go to the back and grab my purse, and then I decide to take the long way home. I need to think, and I need to make sure Dean knows that whatever the fuck that was or whatever reason it happened, it has to stop here.
***
When Dean walks through the door later that night, I’m standing in the hallway waiting.
“We need to talk,” I say.
“About?”
“The other night.”
“What about it?”
“You need to know that, that’s not going to happen again.”
He doesn’t say anything, only tilts his head to the side.
“Dean, that’s not going to happen again,” I repeat. “So, do whatever you have to do, but it’s probably best if we split up the condo. That way, you’ll stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine and this won’t be an issue.”
“What are you talking about, Mia? What’s not going to happen again?”
“Dean, you know what I’m talking about. This.” I motion between us. “This isn’t going to happen again.”
“So this?” He steps forward and puts his hand around my waist, pulling me close.
“Yes, Dean. This.”
“Okay, I’m just trying to make sure I understand.” He gently kisses my lips. “This isn’t going to happen again either, right?”
“Exactly.” My breathing slows as his hand slides under my shirt. “I’m glad you understand now.”