Page 141 of Dirty Like Dylan

A nice guy. No drama. No bullshit.

A nice guy who had so much going for him, was so effortlessly charming and sexy and desirable, it kinda scared the shit out of me.

Made me wonder what he saw in me.

Really, my self-esteem wasn’t that low. I knew my good qualities as well as I knew my not-so-good ones. But still.

Me and Dylan Cope… alone?

It was almost too exciting for me to handle.

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I’d just finished eating lunch when I heard the Dirty Deed pulling in, and my chest got all fluttery. My breaths got short. My palms started sweating. My pulse throbbed between my legs, and I felt myself getting wet.

I was about to have Dylan all to myself.

All.

To.

Myself.

When he walked into the house and found me lying on a couch in the living room, he ditched his jacket and headed straight over, his eyes running up and down the length of my body.

I’d worn one of my long, soft, figure-hugging dresses—with absolutely nothing underneath. This one was a soft ivory color, and I usually wore a bikini beneath it on hot days, because it was pretty see-through.

“Are you hungry?” I asked him. “I just had lunch.”

“Already ate,” he said, his gaze settling on my pussy. “But I could eat.” His lips quirked in that slight, crooked smile that made my lady parts ache. “What are you up to, Amber Paige?”

“Just waiting for you,” I said, honestly. “I’m catching the six o’clock into town. I asked Liv to meet me for dinner.” I’d asked her to dinner before I knew I’d have Dylan all to myself this afternoon. Which meant I was now kinda regretting it. But I wasn’t gonna bail on a date with my sister, even for Dylan Cope.

“I’ll drive you,” he said, immediately.

“Okay.” I’d learned by now not to bother trying to fight when he insisted on giving me a ride into the city. “But until then, I was thinking… I mean, if you don’t have other plans…” I sat up and picked up my camera, which was sitting on the coffee table, and told him, “You should get undressed.” Then I got to my feet, standing in front of him with the camera, turning it on.

By now, I knew how to seduce Dylan Cope. The see-through dress didn’t hurt, but I knew how hard it got him when I took my camera out.

I glanced down now and I could see the firm bulge of his cock, pressing against his jeans. He was already getting hard.

He liked my attention focused on him, through my lens. Liked me taking photos of him. It was foreplay.

Maybe it was also a tease. That the camera was between us and he couldn’t quite see me, couldn’t quite get to me. Couldn’t quite have me, fully, while it was between us.

I fully expected him to start stripping, immediately.

But instead, he reached out and took the camera from my hands, setting it back down on the table.

“I’ll get undressed,” he said, without making any move to do so, and instead, he cocked one of his incredibly sexy eyebrows at me. “But ladies first.”

Okay. Now I was really nervous.

Sure, I’d been naked in front of him. A lot. But there was usually so much going on, between the two hot men who were naked with me, and all the touching and mind-melting arousal that I didn’t have much mental ability to feel self-conscious. Anytime I’d been standing in front of Dylan while my clothes came off, it was because Ashley was taking them off—while doing other things to me that kinda distracted me from the fact.

Now, we were standing in Dylan’s living room, alone, in broad daylight. He was staring at me, and there was nothing at all to distract from the fact that he was about to see me, buck-naked.

“Are you sure?” I asked, stalling. “Having sex with the clothes on can be pretty sexy.”

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