Dean:
Are you in the tub?
Yes.
Just then, my phone started vibrating, and I looked at the screen to see that Dean was calling me. My heart started racing, and I was unsure if I should pick up, but I decided I needed to go through with what I started. I accepted the call.
“Hey,” I said, my voice breathless, unrecognizable.
“I’ve got the time now to finish what you’ve started, James,” he rasped.
Uh-oh, I’m in trouble.
“Take two of your fingers and rub your clit in slow circles,” he said in a demanding voice that I didn’t even recognize, buthell if it didn’t just turn me on more. I did as I was told and slipped my hand under the water and slowly started circling my clit and applying pressure. My head fell back against the tub, and I couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped my lips, which only seemed to spur him on.
“Yes, just like that, baby. Doesn’t that feel good?” he continued.
I closed my eyes and nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “What next?” I asked, breathless, eager for him to lead.
“Now slip two fingers inside that wet pussy and curve them forward. Don’t stop circling your clit,” he growled into the phone. I did as I was told, my body instantly reacting to the sensation. My breathing quickened and grew heavier with need.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that, keep going. Are you pretending those fingers are mine?” His voice was deep and sultry.
“Yes,” I managed to get out.
“Good. Don’t stop. I want to make you feel good, the way you make me feel good every night when I grip my cock imagining that pretty mouth wrapped around it.”
Goddamn, he had a filthy mouth on him, but I was here for it. He was pushing me toward the edge, and I started to feel the pressure building at the base of my spine.
“Dean, I’m going to come,” I said, almost in a whisper.
“Let go, baby, come for me,” he demanded.
That was all it took, his deep commanding voice to take me over the edge. I saw stars as my body shook, and I couldn’t helpbut scream his name. As my breathing slowed and I opened my eyes, I realized I probably just had one of the best orgasms of my life, and Dean hadn’t even touched me.
“How was the preview?” he asked smugly, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Holy shit” was all I could say.
He chuckled. “Told you. Good night, Addison.” And before I could even reply, he hung up the phone.
What. The. Fuck. Just. Happened.
Chapter 7
Dean
What.The.Fuck.Was.I. Thinking.
I leaned back in my desk chair, scrubbing my hand down my face. I mean, that was hot as hell, and it would take a very long time to erase the sound of her soft moans from my head. But we were friends, I was new to this town, I didn’t date, and her horses and her brother’s horses were my patients. This all just got a lot more complicated because I was a selfish prick who took what I wanted. But hey, at least she seemed to enjoy herself. I just wasn’t sure where we go from here.
I adjusted my uncomfortably rock-hard dick in my jeans as I stood up from my desk to head home. No way I was getting anything else done tonight after that. I grabbed my phone and keys, and whistled for Coal to head to my truck.
Once I got home, I took a cold shower, grabbed a beer from my fridge, and headed to the back porch with Coal. As I sat there staring out over the dark landscape, I took a long pull from my drink, contemplating what to do about Addison after tonight. The attraction and pull toward her was something I hadn’t experienced before. I was always in control. Everything I did was thoughtfully planned out, but with her, I felt mycontrol slipping. I was determined to earn the trust of this town and keep my office successful. Hell, the whole town depended on me, at least the animal-owning population. I had no free time and no room for error. And Addison was from the beloved James family. Dating was not an option and if I hurt her in any way, it could damage my reputation and harm my business. If my practice didn’t succeed, I would have no choice but to start over somewhere else, or worse, be forced back home to California, the place I was trying to escape.
Deciding to push all negative thoughts aside for now, I chuckled to myself when I remembered her calling me a playboy. That life felt like a lifetime ago. Sure, I’d slept with my fair share of beautiful women. It came with the territory of who I was, or at least who the world thought I was. But I kept them all at arm’s length, having zero interest in anything more than sex with women from that world. All they wanted was my money and my name. My primary focus back then was getting out of California and out from underneath my parents’ influence.
I couldn’t ignore the nagging voice in the back of my mind that Addison could be just like all the other women who had come and gone throughout my life, only interested in what I could offer them because of my money and name, and not actually interested in me and who I was as a person. The fear was always there, preventing me from taking the risk to get close to someone. Primrose Hill was my fresh start to create a life on my own terms, and the last thing I needed or had time for was getting into a relationship. Maybe Addison andI could have some fun together though, keep it light, give into the attraction we both clearly felt without getting deeper. That was safe. There was no risk involved if she was willing and we set ground rules. Right?
