Page 48 of Perfect Scandal
And just like that, I’m drenched. “No.”
“Me neither.” His lips part in boyish wonderment as he grasps his erection and slips it through my folds. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“Been thinking about this ever since that show you put on at the coffee shop.”
He growls, and the coy gleam in his eyes turns possessive. Muscles flexing, he pushes into me slowly, lighting up every one of my nerves along the way. By the time he’s fully seated, with no room left to spare between us, my body hums with pleasure.
“Dean. Oh god, that’s—”
“So fucking good,” he grits out as he watches our connection, pulling himself out and sliding back in. “Everything about you feels this way, sweetness. Every-goddamn-thing.”
“I feel it, too.” I just need him to believe that it can last. We can last.
His jaw clenches tight, and he thrusts harder. Deeper. “Made for me,” he grunts. “Say it.”
“Yes. I’m made for you,” I rasp, my chest heaving as I watch him come undone with every stroke.
The truth is… he already owns me.
I want him and only him.I want us. And I don’t care how long it takes to convince him that he is more than enough.
He’s as perfect for me as I am for him.
chapter 18
TESSA
Ishould have known my quiet, nearly perfect day was too good to be true.
Fridays at the office are usually laid back, but today was especially so because half of my creative team called in sick.
Why? Because they partied too hard watching Thursday night football together. Spencer was one of them, and that alone made the day the best I’d had in a while.
Until Margo called me in for an impromptu meeting with Jeff.
Maybe I’m being paranoid, but that’s what happens when people are let go. They’re called in at the end of the day, given a couple of boxes, and told to pack their shit and get out.
To say my stomach is in knots is an understatement.
“Tessa, come on in.” Jeff waves me in from his door.
And imagine that—Margo won’t make eye contact with me. Great.
“Have a seat,” he says as he closes the door behind me and then takes his seat. “Thanks for coming on such short notice.”
“No problem. I was just wrapping up some final touches for Cali Nolan’s Aspen campaign.”
“Oh, good. You’ve worked really hard on that.”
I have. So hard that letting me go would be silly. Right?
“Anyway, I’ll make this quick so you can get home.” He takes a deep breath, and I hold mind. “I have an update on the issue between you and Spencer.”
“Okay.” I twist my fingers together so hard they ache.
“He’s out of the office today but was feeling well enough to send some emails on the matter.” He slides a file across the desk. “He shared these, and I wanted to give you an opportunity to comment.”
Comment? “What is it?”
