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Vivian’s fingers threaded through his hair as she leaned back, offering him everything he wanted and more. She held him tight to her chest. It almost felt as if she was afraid he would stop, and she needed to keep him there. The idea of him pulling away was so laughable, he almost did just that. However, he couldn’t spare the breath.

“These tits,” he murmured against her. Mercifully, Vivian wasn’t one of those rail-thin women, more bones and angles than substance. She was soft and fluffy, the perfect hourglass, with a small waist providing the break between her large breasts and wide hips and firm, round ass.

He forced thoughts of her ass away because the second he thought about it, he was overwhelmed by the desire to rip her pajama pants down and spank it. There was nothing Dean liked more than painting a beautiful woman’s ass red before kissing and licking the sting away. His desire for rougher sex was an innate thing, a need that had always been there.

He wasn’t a Dom, didn’t wear leather chaps or go to sex clubs or wield whips. His tastes weren’t quite that extreme, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get seriously fucking turned on by spanking a woman, or tying her to his bed, or pulling her hair until she cried out.

Just the thought of doing those things to Vivian had his cock, which was already nearly bursting, growing even harder.

As he sucked on her nipples, Vivian urged him on with quiet squeaks and moans and panting breaths, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“So good,” she praised, when he teased the tip of one nipple with his teeth. Her response encouraged him to push her further. Increasing the suction on one nipple, he pinched the other, loving the way she cried out his name.

“Dean! God. Yes!”

He kissed, licked, sucked, and bit her breasts and nipples until she was breathless. That was when Vivian pressed on his shoulder blades, pushing him back so that she could treat his chest to the same kind of attention. She ran the tip of her tongue around his brown nipples in a way that tickled. It was almost playful—until she sank her teeth into one of his pecs.

Dean groaned, giving her a dose of her own encouragement as he kept steady pressure on her head, holding her against him, an unspoken demand for her to keep going.

After God only knew how long, the hunger became too great. That was when Dean rose from the bed, his ego growing three sizes when Vivian reached out to pull him back, frowning at the sudden distance.

“Shh.” He hushed her when she started to demand he come back. Dean cupped her cheek, bending at the waist to give her a hard, quick kiss. Then he straightened and grasped the waistband of his lounge pants.

Vivian stopped complaining instantly. In fact, she did him one better, shifting to sit on the edge of the mattress right in front of him.

Dean shoved his pants down, kicking them off, feeling the weight of her gaze taking in every single part of him.

Her oh-so-appreciative look was deadly to his libido. He’d never had any woman look at him with such naked desire. Her longing was almost tangible, and it matched his own.

Maybe later, he’d be able to give her time to look her fill, but for now, he was reaching critical mass.

Grasping her hand, he urged her to rise, then he stripped her pajama pants off. She hadn’t been wearing panties, and he found himself wondering exactly when she’d made the decision to…well, seduce was probably the wrong word. Because all she’d essentially implied was “do you wanna?” and he’d come at her like a horny fucking teenager with his first hard-on.

Vivian stood before him completely naked, with a confidence that told Dean her husband had been just as incredible as he sounded. This woman knew her worth, knew she was beautiful, and while he was sure part of that came from her own self-assuredness, there was almost certainly a part born from being with a man who never failed to tell her just how incredible she was.

“Viv,” he murmured, running his hand down her side, loving the way she shivered in response. “Get back on that bed.”

He’d meant that to be a request, but it had come out as pure command, and Vivian responded to it perfectly, her pupils blown wide, her body flushed, her movements hasty in a way that told him she wanted this every bit as much as he did.

When she turned away from him, bending over to crawl onto the bed, his hands shot out and stopped her, grabbing her hips to hold her right there, in that position.

“This ass,” he muttered.

“So you’re a T and A guy,” she joked.

Dean shook his head, unsure where the words came from when he corrected her. “No. I’m a Vivian guy.”

She glanced over her shoulder at him, pure delight in her eyes at his compliment. “Sweet talker,” she said, though he didn’t get the sense she was trying to diminish or dismiss his words.

Vivian didn’t seek to return to the bed, but Dean figured that was because he still had a firm grip on her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

Then, she let out a gasp when he lifted one hand and smacked her ass.

“Oh!” she cried, her tone a mix of surprise and pleasure. “Oh yeah,” she sighed, a second later.

Dean took that as permission, placing a second smack to her other ass cheek. Vivian’s second gasp gave way to pleasure as she lowered her upper body, resting her weight on her elbows. Then the gorgeous minx wiggled her ass, daring him to keep going.

If she knew him better, she would have known not to dare him.