“I’ll play with you.”
“Really?”
“I don’t know how good I’d be. You have to talk in character, right?”
I narrow my eyes. “Are you sure you haven’t played before?”
“I haven’t,” he laughs. “But I have seen it played on The Big Bang Theory and I thought it looked kinda fun. I like fantasy-based video games.”
“You’d probably like it. It takes a few sessions to get acquainted, but it’s not all that hard. We can’t play with just the two of us, though.”
“Quinn would play. Scarlet probably would too. And if they are, we can get Weston and Archer in with us, and I’m pretty sure Logan would join in as well. I’m not sure about his wife, though, and Owen would be terrible to play with. Wait, you haven’t met them yet, have you?”
I shake my head. “Logan and Owen are the ones who own the bar, and one of them is married to someone who owns a bakery, right?”
“Yep. That’s Danielle, Logan’s wife. Owen is married to Charlie. She’s a lawyer.”
“And they all have kids?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s a lot of family to keep track of.”
“It is,” he agrees. “It’s easier once you can put faces to the names. Well, except Logan and Owen are identical twins.”
“Just adds to the confusion,” I laugh and look around Dean’s office. “This isn’t what I imagined your office would look like.” Everything is clean and modern. Dean’s college degree is hanging on the wall behind his desk, along with a framed photo of his entire family at Quinn and Archer’s wedding.
“What did you think it would look like?”
“I don’t really know. But this is very…very professional.”
“That’s what I’m trying to go for. We updated the entire building last year. Presentation is important when people come in here, unsure if they want to hire us to take on projects costing hundreds of thousands of dollars.”
“That is a good point.” I step over to the adjacent wall, looking at black-and-white photos of buildings in various phases of construction. “These are cool.”
“The first one is my house,” he says.
I tip my head up, looking at the photo of his house back when it was just the framing. “That’s cool.”
Dean moves behind me, hand landing on the small of my back. I lean against him, taking my time looking at the rest of the photos.
“You built that double staircase?” I point to a photo in the middle.
“Yeah. That’s Quinn and Archer’s house.”
“Holy shit.”
“That’s the general reaction.” He slides his hand to the curve of my hip. “Their house is huge.” He points to another photo. “This is Owen and Charlie’s house, and the next few are from the renovation my dad did himself on their current house.”
“Their house looks amazing.”
“It’s a century-old farmhouse. It was a dump when we moved in.”
“I bet it looks gorgeous now.”
“It’s very nice. You’ll have to see it sometime,” he says, not really thinking as he slides his hand down toward my core. Then he suddenly stops. “Eventually. I’m not saying you need to come meet my parents or anything.”
He’s getting flustered, and it’s so freaking cute. I turn, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “I’ve already met your dad, you sister, one sister-in-law, and one brother. Plus, I work with Dr. Jones. Isn’t that like half your family?”
He smiles. “Pretty much. In that case, do you want to come to dinner with me on Sunday? We always have dinner at my parents’ on Sunday.”
“I would very much like that.”
Dean closes the distance between us, hands traveling all over my body. Warmth rushes between my legs and I tighten my arms around his neck. I’m wearing flats today, and stand on toes to kiss him. He tightens his hold on me, and takes a step back, bringing me with him.
We stumble back together, taking clumsy steps so we don’t have to break apart. Then Dean picks me up, taking me to the opposite side of his office. He shuts the door with his foot and slams me against the wall, kissing me harder than before.
My legs are fastened around him, and his cock starts to harden against me. I drag one hand down his chest, untucking his shirt. He sets me down and I undo his belt, pulling it through the loops and dropping it on the floor.
I think we’re alone in the building, but I’m not sure. And right now, I don’t care. I want Dean, and he wants me too. My heart is all fluttery, and I’m fueled with primal desire. I pop the button on Dean’s pants and press my hand over his erection.
Then I drop to my knees, inching his pants down, and take him in my mouth, flicking my tongue over the sensitive tip of his dick. Dean groans and throws one hand out, bracing himself against the wall. I wrap one hand around his thick shaft, moving it up and down along with my lips, sucking him hard.