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“I could see you tomorrow night if you’re free,” I say trying to not to sound as unsure as I feel. I’ve never asked a man out; I’ve never been so forward. But this is Dean, he’s already mine in so many ways.
“Yes, I am. I can pick you up. Say around six?” he asks.
“Sure. What do you want to do?”
“I want to fuck you, Red,” he says immediately and my jaw actually drops.
“But, I think the question you’re asking is ‘what are we going to do?’” he murmurs as he leans across the table so that his mouth is close to mine.
“Yes, what are we going to do?” I whisper. I bring my head closer to his, too.
“I want to show you something, I think you’ll like it. Dress casually.” I feel a shiver of anticipation at the promise in his voice.
He leans forward a fraction and his lips brush mine. My eyes close from the absolute pleasure the touch brings. I lean in and flick my tongue out to lick his lips. His hand comes up to wrap around the nape of my neck and he takes control of our kiss. His tongue enters my mouth, probing, seeking, and then taking.
My hands come up on either side of his face and then dive into his hair and he groans into mouth as my hands rub his scalp.
Our kiss goes from passionate to wild. Dean’s other hand reaches out and he snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him.
Our teeth are clashing, our lips dueling, and I’ve never ever even known a kiss could be like this. I feel like I’m being allowed to reach for something spectacular for the first time in my life. I forget everything as we kiss, as we taste, explore and make promises for later.
And then the crash of plates as they hit the floor brings me crashing back down to earth. We are in a restaurant, in public, and if Dean had taken me right here and now I wouldn’t have stopped him.
“I can’t get enough of you. I can’t . . . ,” Dean says as he pulls back, the sounds of the restaurant pulling him back as well. He looks as dazed as I feel as he glances around.
“How did you get here tonight? Did you drive?” he asks me, still looking around. He seems nervous and it’s making me nervous, so I pull myself back from him and start to gather my things.
“No, I took an Uber. I was going to order another to get home,” I say as I pull my purse up from the seat.
He looks back at me, and grabs my hand that is reaching into my purse. “No, Red. I’ll take you home.” He smiles, focused on me again, whatever distracted him clearly forgotten. At least by him, but I’m not exactly comfortable.
“What’s wrong, you seem nervous,” I say, trying not to sound like I’m annoyed, but wanting him to know I’ve noticed.
He sighs and leans back in his chair with his eyes closed. He’s very tan. I’m fascinated by him, and as I wait for him to speak, I just look at him. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers, and I’m struck by how gorgeous his hands are. So long, his fingernails, cut short, but not blunt, almost tapered, and he looks like he should play the piano.
He opens his eyes and those beautiful green pools stare at me for a minute before he starts to speak.
“I’m pretty well-known in entertainment circles. DC isn’t exactly New York or Hollywood, but a lot of TV shows film here now. Celebrities use their platforms for causes they care about which means testifying before Congress. And where celebrities go, so do photographers. I represent some very, very famous people, and I do my best to make sure that I stay out of the spotlight.”
Understanding dawns as does some unease. The last thing I want is to be in the spotlight.
“So, making out like a horny teenager in public is probably not the best way to do this. I understand, I got carried away. It’s all of the delicious wine you plied me with tonight.” I try to lighten the mood with a joke, but I’m suddenly very concerned about getting involved with someone who lives any part of his life in the public eye.
“It’s not the wine. It’s just the way we make each other feel.” He drops a kiss on the tip of my nose and stands up suddenly.
“Yes, I am. I can pick you up. Say around six?” he asks.
“Sure. What do you want to do?”
“I want to fuck you, Red,” he says immediately and my jaw actually drops.
“But, I think the question you’re asking is ‘what are we going to do?’” he murmurs as he leans across the table so that his mouth is close to mine.
“Yes, what are we going to do?” I whisper. I bring my head closer to his, too.
“I want to show you something, I think you’ll like it. Dress casually.” I feel a shiver of anticipation at the promise in his voice.
He leans forward a fraction and his lips brush mine. My eyes close from the absolute pleasure the touch brings. I lean in and flick my tongue out to lick his lips. His hand comes up to wrap around the nape of my neck and he takes control of our kiss. His tongue enters my mouth, probing, seeking, and then taking.
My hands come up on either side of his face and then dive into his hair and he groans into mouth as my hands rub his scalp.
Our kiss goes from passionate to wild. Dean’s other hand reaches out and he snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him.
Our teeth are clashing, our lips dueling, and I’ve never ever even known a kiss could be like this. I feel like I’m being allowed to reach for something spectacular for the first time in my life. I forget everything as we kiss, as we taste, explore and make promises for later.
And then the crash of plates as they hit the floor brings me crashing back down to earth. We are in a restaurant, in public, and if Dean had taken me right here and now I wouldn’t have stopped him.
“I can’t get enough of you. I can’t . . . ,” Dean says as he pulls back, the sounds of the restaurant pulling him back as well. He looks as dazed as I feel as he glances around.
“How did you get here tonight? Did you drive?” he asks me, still looking around. He seems nervous and it’s making me nervous, so I pull myself back from him and start to gather my things.
“No, I took an Uber. I was going to order another to get home,” I say as I pull my purse up from the seat.
He looks back at me, and grabs my hand that is reaching into my purse. “No, Red. I’ll take you home.” He smiles, focused on me again, whatever distracted him clearly forgotten. At least by him, but I’m not exactly comfortable.
“What’s wrong, you seem nervous,” I say, trying not to sound like I’m annoyed, but wanting him to know I’ve noticed.
He sighs and leans back in his chair with his eyes closed. He’s very tan. I’m fascinated by him, and as I wait for him to speak, I just look at him. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers, and I’m struck by how gorgeous his hands are. So long, his fingernails, cut short, but not blunt, almost tapered, and he looks like he should play the piano.
He opens his eyes and those beautiful green pools stare at me for a minute before he starts to speak.
“I’m pretty well-known in entertainment circles. DC isn’t exactly New York or Hollywood, but a lot of TV shows film here now. Celebrities use their platforms for causes they care about which means testifying before Congress. And where celebrities go, so do photographers. I represent some very, very famous people, and I do my best to make sure that I stay out of the spotlight.”
Understanding dawns as does some unease. The last thing I want is to be in the spotlight.
“So, making out like a horny teenager in public is probably not the best way to do this. I understand, I got carried away. It’s all of the delicious wine you plied me with tonight.” I try to lighten the mood with a joke, but I’m suddenly very concerned about getting involved with someone who lives any part of his life in the public eye.
“It’s not the wine. It’s just the way we make each other feel.” He drops a kiss on the tip of my nose and stands up suddenly.
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Milly’s life was safe. Her plans, certain.
She doesn’t take risks because she knows what it’s like to lose everything.
But, when it all falls apart, she decides to throw caution to the wind.
Her journey to reclaim her future leads her straight into the grown up arms of the boy she left behind.
In them, she finds passion long denied and love she thought was lost.
But is the promise of a second chance worth the risk of losing herself again?
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He didn’t expect her to want him, too.
And suddenly, he finds himself in a battle for the heart of the woman he’s never stopped loving.
As they look to the past for answers, can they hold onto the future they were meant to have? Or will what they remember make them wish they could forget?
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Dylan Allen is a Texas girl with a serious case of wanderlust.
A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings.
When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.
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