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“Are you kidding me? I am surprised!” he says, sounding excited.

“Can you even just leave the studio like that?”

“Well, this is an emergency, so they will be fine with it.”

In twenty minutes, I see a car pull up.

It’s him.

I push off the wall and walk towards him, laughing as he gets out of the car and literally runs to me. He picks me up in the air, then lets my body rub against his as he lowers me until our lips are on each other’s. He carries me in his arms and I wrap my legs around him as he walks to the door and unlocks it with his key.

“My suitcase,” I remind him when he’s about to pass the threshold.

He puts me down, grabs my suitcase, puts it inside, and then closes the front door. I look around his house, and it’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s all open, with glass doors.

“No time for that, babe, I’ll give you a tour later,” he says, picking me up again and walking up the stairs with me.

“Why do you leave your gate open? Isn’t that unsafe?”

“I usually don’t,” he explains. “But I’m glad I did or you’d have been waiting at the gate instead of the door.”

He opens the door to his room, and I eye the huge-ass bed in the middle. “Have many orgies?” I blurt out, then cringe, making him laugh.

“Not recently. Why, did you want to have one?”

I scowl.

He lays me back and says, “I’ve never even fucked anyone on this bed, Sabina. And I’ve never had an orgy, but thanks for thinking that about me.”

“The bed can fit like eight people at least.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like big things,” he fires back, making my jaw drop.

“Good one,” I admit.

Must give credit when it’s due.

He starts laughing, and continues to do so while he undresses me.

“I want to have a shower,” I tell him. “I’ve been travelling for almost a whole day. I don’t smell good.”

“You smell good to me,” he says, eying my now nakedness with heat in his eyes.

“Shower,” I demand.

“Okay,” he agrees, taking my hand and leading me to his bathroom.

“Wow” is all I can say when I see it. A huge shower, spa bath, and mirrors everywhere. “This is stunning.”

“Yes, I agree,” he says, but when I look at him I find his eyes on me.

“Dean,” I say, smiling.

As if unable to help himself, he tastes my lips, pulls away, and turns the shower on. I go in first, groaning at the feel of the hot water on my skin. His shower has the perfect pressure too. I’m about to tell him so when he jumps into the shower with me, his front pressed against my back. His hands cup my breasts, feeling them in his hands while his lips start to kiss down my neck.

“Dean—”

“I want you so badly right now, Sabina. Seeing you here.... You have no idea what it means to me.”

I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me up and pushes my back against the cold tiles. Mouths connected, his hand slides between us and he starts to play with me, making sure I’m nice and wet for him. I can feel his hard cock pressed against my skin, more than ready to slide inside of me. When Dean feels how wet I am, he takes his cock and slowly starts to push inside.

“Yes,” I whisper against his lips.

It hasn’t even been that long since the last time we were together, maybe a week, but it feels like forever. My body misses him. He pumps in and out of me while kissing my lips, neck, and jawline. I score my nails down his back as I feel my orgasm approaching, biting down gently on his bottom lip.

“I’m going to come,” I say, closing my eyes.

“Open your eyes, Sabina,” he whispers, so I open them and look at him, my head resting back against the tiles, water dripping down every inch of me. He runs his thumb along the column of my throat, pressing gently as I begin to come, my thighs quaking as I’m lost in the moment of pleasure. When the last wave has passed, Dean slides out of me, spins me around so my cheek is pressed against the wall, and slides back into me from behind. I stick my ass out for him, giving him better access, moaning as he fucks me slow and deep, taking his time now. When he comes he says my name and buries his face in my neck, kissing me there sweetly.

He eventually pulls out of me, and he washes my body and my hair with his boy shampoo, the process sensual and one I’ve never experienced before. I’d never think to ask a guy to wash my hair, but it seems I really like it.

“That feels so good,” I tell him on a sigh.

I can hear him smile as he says, “I can tell.”