She laughed. “Dean, what are you doing?”
Without answering, I positioned her right above my mouth and licked up her seam. I pulled her hips down onto my face as I slipped my tongue inside, completely covered by all her sweetness. While I continued to work her with my tongue, she surprised me by leaning forward and running her tongue around the tip of my cock. She then took me straight to the back of her throat and moaned.She fucking moaned.I almost came right then. I tightened my grip on her hips as she sucked me off. We worked each other over at the same time, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever done.
I could feel her tightening around my finger as I slipped one inside, sucking hard on her clit. Our heavy breaths and moans were the only audible sounds in the room. Her legs began to shake as her orgasm took hold, and she moaned against my cock. That was all it took for me to go right over the edge with her.
She rolled over off my face and looked at me, completely sated. “I want to wake up like that every morning.” She laughed softly.
I brushed the hair away from her face and smiled down at her because I just wanted to wake up toherevery morning.
We ended up in the shower together to save time and water, obviously, which resulted in us fucking in the shower. This relationship thing wasn’t all that bad—this one seemed to involve a lot of orgasms. It was easy to be around Addison, and I loved every fucking second of it.
Victor and Daphne Adler had arrived in Primrose Hill. My parents could be a lot, but I really did enjoy spending time with them, the few times a year that I could catch them. What I didn’t think through when I invited Addison to dinner to meet them was that my parents could ask where she used to work prior to starting her own business. And that could be a big, big problem.
“Sweetie, I love this property. It is just gorgeous out here,” my mother said while looking at the view out the back slidingglass doors that led to my patio. I walked over with her standard glass of rosé and handed it to her.
“Yeah, son, this is great. How are you liking it so far?” my father asked while he stroked Coal’s head.
“I love it here. Work is busy, considering I’m the only veterinarian in town, but there’s never a dull moment, that’s for sure.” I chuckled, thinking of all the antics of my patients’ owners.
My mother nodded. “You sure you don’t want to move back home? I heard that Dr. Richter is retiring at the polo fields and they’re looking for a new doctor to take over.” My mother did this every time I saw her. She was always trying to get me back to California, but I never understood why, considering she and my father traveled 80 percent of the year to all of our other properties.
“I’m happy here. I actually have someone I’d like you to meet. Her name is Addison, and she will be joining us for dinner.” I walked over to my father and handed him a beer.
“Looking forward to meeting her.” My father took a pull from his beer and smiled. That was my father, always easy-going, not much bothered him. My mother, however, was the opposite. She stared at me blankly, trying to process what I had just said like it was a math equation.
“Dean, honey, I thought it would be just the three of us? We haven’t seen you in a while, and you haven’t even been here that long. It can’t be that serious anyway. You don’t really do serious,” she said dismissively. I loved it when my mother acted like she knew all about my personal life.
“It’s not on me that you travel the majority of the year. That’s on you. And you don’t know what I do. Just because I haven’t dated since the whole Margot fiasco doesn’t mean I don’t do serious. I’m serious about Addison, and I’m asking that you be nice to her when she joins us for dinner.” I crossed my arms over my chest, directing my stare, along with my comment, solely at my mother.
My mother waved her hand in the air. “Not a problem, I can do that.” She smiled and took a sip of her rosé.
My father stood up and squeezed my shoulder. “I’m sure she’s great, son. We will behave.” He shot my mother a warning look. She held her hands up in defense.
We spent the next couple of hours catching up. We discussed their recent travels; how VRA Media was performing this year; my practice; and Archer’s new, unexpected love life. When we walked out to get in the car to go to dinner, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the G-Wagon that my parents rented sitting in my driveway.
“You guys really needed a G-Wagon?” I chuckled, climbing into the passenger seat.
“Your mother insisted,” my father replied as he got into the driver’s seat. Always the best for Daphne. My father was putty in her hands.
My mother feigned innocence. “Why wouldn’t we drive what we drive at home? It only makes sense. We know the car.”Like she would even be the one to drive it.
We made the short drive to the Italian restaurant Trattoria Bella, where we were meeting Addison. She texted me earliersaying she would meet us there. I opened the door leading into the restaurant for both my parents and followed in behind them. Addison was already there, waiting and chatting with the hostess. I had seen her no more than eight hours ago, and she still managed to take my breath away. She wore a dark jade-colored sweaterdress that stopped mid-thigh, along with those fucking thigh-high boots again. I made a mental note that the next time I got her alone, those boots would be staying on. I’d make sure of it. Over the dress she wore a long camel-colored peacoat with her hair cascading in soft waves framing her face. In the midst of my perusal, I hadn’t noticed she had made her way to stand in front of me, and she cleared her throat, snapping me back to reality. She wore a knowing yet pleased smirk on her face.
I leaned down and kissed her cheek. I put my hand on the small of her back and motioned toward my parents. “Addison, these are my parents, Victor and Daphne Adler. Mom, Dad, this is Addison. My girlfriend.” That was the first time I had said those words out loud, and it felt fucking good. I could tell that it threw Addison off for a moment. Pleasantries were exchanged, and my mother did her usual pretentious kiss on both cheeks. The hostess led us to our table, and my mother did not hesitate to immediately order the most expensive bottle of wine on the menu.
Dinner was off to a better start than expected. I never knew what to expect with my mother, especially bringing a woman around her. She could be the nicest person on the planet, but she could also be quite judgmental. She had a habit of dolingout backhanded compliments, especially to the women I dated.
I listened with forced calm, dread prickling the back of my neck, as I waited for the wrong question to slip out—for my parents to ask about her past employment. The collar of my shirt bit into my throat as if it sensed my nerves. Addison and my father quickly bonded over their shared love of horses, and no one noticed the tension that rolled off me in waves. Fortunately for me, my father instead asked endless questions about her competitions and her two horses. Addison asked questions about my dad’s polo days. He loved that she was entrepreneurial and had started her own business. My father was a big advocate for working hard for yourself to make your own dreams come true versus working hard for someone else to make their dreams come true. We remained on safe ground. For now.
My mother was even impressed with her, which was a feat in itself. She loved the fact that Addison had a degree from Boston University and that she’d competed up and down the East Coast in all of my mom’s favorite places, such as the Hamptons. I also learned something new about Addison, something that she and my mother shared a bond over—Addison’s love for designer handbags. They talked at length about their favorite designers and some of the newer bags that had been recently released. I had no idea what the fuck they were talking about, but my mother was in love the minute that Addison complimented her handbag and knew who the designer was. I didn’t think I heard one backhanded compliment come out of my mother’s mouth. Thankfully for my stress levels, my parents were farmore interested in what she was doing now than in what she did in her past. I sent up a silent prayer in thanks, promising I would figure out how to tell her the truth soon because I couldn’t live like this.
As nerve-racking as tonight’s dinner was, at least for me, Addison surprised me yet again. This girl was from a completely different world than me, but she somehow managed to fit right in with my family and charm them. Watching her with my parents only solidified what I had told Archer: that I was falling for her.
Chapter 17
Addison
“Addison,youmustcomewith me to Paris in the spring. We can visit all our favorite designers’ showrooms,” Daphne said excitedly after dinner, clasping my hands in hers while we stood next to the G-Wagon they had rented. Dean had warned me that his mother could be cold and condescending, but she was honestly incredibly warm toward me. It likely was due to the fact that we shared a love for designer handbags, and I rubbed shoulders with some well-known East Coast socialites while competing with my horse, but hey, I’d take what I could get.
