And we don’t talk about it at all. It just happens.
When I get off work, I take my shower—just as he’s taking his, and then I go into the kitchen for a snack. I watch about five to ten minutes of a TV show before Dean sits next to me, and then, within seconds, we’re all over each other.
Although, more recently, we’ve been becoming a bit more civilized and he’s took me to his room and shut the door. Just in case Eric comes home early, but he never does.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t look forward to it all day. If I didn’t fantasize about him, making me breathless as he pleasures me for hours at a time.
I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t want to know what he was thinking about this. About us. Or if I didn’t wonder if he was going to somehow use this against me later for something, too.
Today, I try my hardest to keep thoughts of him off my mind though. I’ve already messed up two tours and if I mess up a third, I’m pretty sure Michelle is going to ask, “What happened to the girl I first hired? Bring her back. Now.”
I pull the shades to the gallery’s window and prepare for my last three tours of the day. I’m determined not to make any mistakes on these.
***
When I get off later that night (I decide to work a few hours of overtime), I notice Dean leaning against his squad car across the street.
“Are you here to give me another ticket?” I say, walking over to him. “What’s the offense this time?”
“It’s technically jay-walking.” He points to the light. “You should’ve waited to cross the street just then.
I hold out my hand. “Where’s the ticket?”
He gently pushes my hand away. “Where’s your car?”
“Three blocks up.”
“Do you need a ride?”
“No, thanks,” I say, but he opens the passenger door anyway. I consider walking away, but I decide to go with it.
He shuts the door as I climb inside, and he cranks the engine once he’s inside.
Of course, he makes a U-turn and goes in the opposite direction from the parking garage where I park my car. I don’t say anything, though. I could use an extra five minutes off of my feet.
I lean my head against the window and I can feel him looking at me, but I don’t look back at him.
When we finally do reach my car, he, shuts off the engine. Without saying a word to me, he gets out and opens my door.
“Thank you,” I say, getting out. “Are you working overtime today?”
“Unfortunately.”
My traitorous body whines at that thought.
“Well, um...” I can’t help but look into his eyes. “Thank you for the ride.”
“You said that already.”
“I’m allowed to say it again.”
“You are.” He steps to the side. “Are you going to go home?”
I nod and start to walk past him, but he grabs me by my waist and pushes me against his squad car. He pins my body to the metal with his and his lips quickly find mine.
“Dean...Dean, stop.” I say, breaking our kiss. “Shouldn’t you be going back to work?”
“I am.” His lips reconnect with mine. Keeping me pinned to the car, he continues to kiss me hard and sucks my lower lip into his mouth.
I hear voices coming over the radio through his lowered window, through the radio on his belt. As much as I don’t want him to stop, I can’t help it.
“Shouldn’t you answer that?” I pull away again. “Sounds important.”
“It’s not.” He grips my hips, but I grab his hands and move them away. “They’re all talking about dinner, Mia.”
“Still...” I manage to move away and slide against the car to the backdoor. “The past several nights have been rather interesting, but for right now, I think we should spend a little less time doing that and a little more time talking, so you won’t lose your job.”
“First of all,” he says, “I’m not going to lose my job. I’m the best cop on the force. Second of all, what exactly do we need to discuss in this particular moment?”
“I don’t know. Is there something you want to ask me?”
“Yes. Why are you over there and not over here?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m being serious, Dean.”
“There’s really only one thing on my mind right now, Mia, so excuse me if I don’t want to stand here with a goddamn hard-on and have a deep, thought-provoking conversation.”
“Okay, that’s my cue.” I consider walking away, but the way he’s looking at me, keeps me pinned to my spot.
“Fine.” He sighs and places his hands on the hood. “Were you and your last boyfriend serious?”
What? “What do you mean, were we serious?”
“Were you fucking him?”
My jaw drops, but I quickly recover. “We lived together. What do you think?”
“Did you love him?”
“No.” I cross my arms. “What about you? Minus the obvious sex question, which I already know is a yes, were you in love with your last serious girlfriend?”
“I haven’t had any serious girlfriends.”
“In ten years, you haven’t dated? All the girls you’re bringing around now are just gateway girlfriends?”
“I’ve definitely dated, but I haven’t had any serious or gateway girlfriends. I have yet to find anyone that compares to my last one.”
This is a trap...This is a trap...
“Well,” I say. “I’m sorry that I can’t say the same. You’ll find someone comparable one day. I did.”
“Your ex is someone who compares to me?”
“In certain aspects, yes. Very much so.”
“What aspects?”
“It doesn’t matter. We broke up. Oh, wait. The two of you are definitely comparable in that aspect.’
“What aspects, Mia?” He looks angry and offended.
“It. Doesn’t. Matter.” I need to get away from him. “The past is the past. There’s another similar aspect. What a coincidence!”
“I’m going to ask you one last time, Mia...” He takes his hands off the hood and walks closer to me. “You honestly think he compared to me?” There’s a hint of hurt in his eyes this time.
“Can we just drop this? Can we change the subject or can I just go home?”
“No.” He pushes my body to the side and opens the back door. “Get in.”
“What?”
“Get in the damn car, Mia.”
“I’m not getting in the back of your squad car.”
He smiles at me before grabbing my arm and literally shoving me into his back seat, him following behind me before closing the door.
“When an officer gives you a command,” he says pushing my back down against the seat, “you follow it. Do you understand?” He raises his brow.
“Yes.” I whisper, my heart rate starting to rise.
His lips find mine again and this time our kiss is hot and rough. He settles his body between my legs, his uniform and equipment scraping against the seat
He grabs the hair at the nape of my neck with one hand and roughly tugs, exposing my neck to his mouth. Sucking and kissing.
When his lips find mine again, I bite down hard on his bottom lip, payment for the rough pull of my hair. He smiles in return.
His hands tug at the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head. As he unzips my jeans, I unclasp my bra, allowing it to slide to the floor.
He pulls my jeans down my legs and I have to lift my butt up to help him get them off.
His mouth goes to my breast, taking them into his mouth, sucking hard. I don’t even worry about someone walking past and seeing us, the windows are so steamed up, that I’m certain no one can see us.
Dean starts to trail feather-like kisses down my chest, going lower and lower, setting my skin on fire.
“So, those aspects,” he says kissing right below my belly button. “Were they fucking aspects?”
“What?” I ask panting.
“Are you saying someone fucked you better than I did?”
Oh, my God, is he really asking me this right now?
“Dean.”
“Maybe you need help figuring it out.” His lips kiss me on top of my panties, driving my mind insane.
He grabs both my legs and hoist them up, I have to grab onto the back of the seat to hold myself steady. With my legs spread wide, he rests each one over his shoulders before returning his mouth to the spot right below my belly button.