Chapter 14
Bridget
Sitting on the couch in Dean’s office, I glance up from my e-reader to peer at my husband. I’m not sure how I should be feeling right now but seeing him focused on his work is different. Over the past several days it’s been the two of us. Yes, he dealt with things on the phone but never had he been this in tune with his work.
Then this morning, which I didn’t intend to happen, I felt myself cracking. He’d given me more than one mind-blowing orgasm that, in the end, made me want to open up to him again with how tender he’d been. I told myself each day since we left the hospital, I wouldn’t allow him to have my body. Not after what that woman did. I get he wasn’t himself and everything else due to the surgery and coming out of it. Still, it hurts to have seen him coming in that woman’s mouth.
Unfortunately, Dean caught on early to this and has been playing unfair. At night his hand always seems to move down to my apex where he toys with me even in his sleep. This has left me needy every time.
God knows I’m an idiot for allowing myself this morning. He took me against the counter and then again on the table we’d eaten together at. I can still feel him inside me from the way he consumed me and I’m dying for more.
After, Dean carried me up the stairs, stripped out of his clothes he’d been dressed in for the day, and took me again in the shower. Oh, that had been interesting as he took me pressed against the tile wall.
Once we finished our shower, he told me to get dressed and he redressed in a fresh pair of slacks and a bright blue dress shirt that he rolled the sleeves up on. I ended up putting on a black off the shoulder sweater and jeans that I matched with a pair of calf boots.
I didn’t miss the heated look Dean had given me before grabbing my hand and guiding me out to the car where he then brought us here. To Sinner’s Cove. A place I found out real quick is a strip club. I’m not sure how I feel about it. Or the fact he’s around naked women all the time.
He’s surrounded by beautiful women constantly. Why would he want to have me? The man is a pain in the butt and I’m not understanding anything about him right now. It makes more sense now what Jewel said about her being who she thought she was to him. I met his manager and I have to say she’s beautiful and could easily give Dean what he wants at any time. She probably has, and I don’t know why I feel a sense of jealousy and discontent at the idea of her or any of these other women having my husband.
“You keep looking at me, mo chuisle, I’ll take you here and now when I’m supposed to be getting ready to have a meeting,” Dean declares, startling me from my thoughts.
“What?” I ask, focusing fully on Dean and meeting his gaze.
“Don’t try to play coy with me, Bridget. Your mind is nearly blaring your thoughts loudly and I’m not about to let you sit there and think anything negative. Not after having taken you this morning for the first time since I took your virginity,” he growls, and I swear his eyes alight with promise to take me again right here in his office where anyone could walk in on us.
I don’t know why the thought of him doing something so erotic sends a tingle through my entire being but it does.
Sighing, I glance back to my e-reader. I can’t be thinking such things. I mean, seriously, with all the beautiful women who work here there’s no way any man would want to stay faithful to one woman. A woman who he doesn’t even know.
I’m so consumed with my thoughts that I didn’t hear Dean get up from behind his desk or see him approach until he’s removing the e-reader from my hands. He then proceeds to sit next to me and pull me to him, adjusting me on his lap with both my legs straddling his.
“Seems we need to have a talk before you and I go to the main floor for the meeting with the staff,” he states. Those tingles increase and my core weeps for Dean’s attention. I need him inside me again. I didn’t think a person could become addicted to sex but I’m thinking I am. I can’t get enough of this man. Maybe I need to buy myself a vibrator and let that take care of my need. Then I won’t need him any longer.
“Fuck, mo chuisle, the glimmer in your eyes is makin’ me fuckin’ hard. You want me inside you again, don’t you?” he growls, fingers gripping my waist tightly while he grinds his thickness against my jean covered entrance.
Mhmm, I need him.
I nod my head to answer him, hoping maybe he’ll give me what I want.
Grinning, Dean shakes his head slightly. “You want anything, sweetness, you’ll have to use your words,” he declares.
My eyes widen. I’ve been doing my best not to talk to him and he’s now going to play this game with me. Damnit. I huff and divert my gaze from his.
“That’s alright, Bridget, my love. I’ll be sure to have you begging for it by the time I sink deep inside your hot sheath. You know how I promised to tie you to the bed, forewarning, baby, it’s gonna happen,” he says gravelly and his nostrils flare with his statement.
Oh my.
I’m in trouble.
“Now, since you’re not wanting to talk, this works for me since I want you to listen good to what I have to say.
