Lilly, my mother, and I went out to dinner together tonight. Anthony is with his dad, and Dean is having dinner with his new team. So, it’s just us girls. We decide to go into DC to one of our favorite places, Fogo de Chao, a Brazilian steak house on Pennsylvania Avenue a few blocks from the White House. They have the most amazing grilled meats, and it’s all you can eat. Their salad bar is legendary, but the thing I love the most is the round cheese bread they serve. I have a mild obsession with it.

Even though Addie’s not here, it still feels nice to be together.

There are some things I couldn’t tell Addie and Lilly over the phone. I was too paranoid even calling from Dean’s office line, which he assured me was secure.

As soon as our waiter leaves, I turn to Lilly and let her know everything I’d left out. Including my mother thinking she has seen our father.

She's visibly shaken. She starts looking around. Just like I have been doing ever since I found out, she's looking for him everywhere.

We decide we should stop talking to the FBI. We clearly need to come up with our own strategy, even though we have no clue how to go about this.

It was a very emotional dinner and by the time I get home, I'm exhausted. Mom and Lilly both go straight to bed, but I stay downstairs looking at emails I’ve received from vendors for the grand opening event next weekend.

An hour later, I go up and am just getting into bed when Dean calls. I pick up right away.

“Red.” His voice sends chills down my spine and gooseflesh spreads all over me.

“Hey, D,” I respond. God, I love him. I can’t believe how much.

“You asleep?” he asks, sounding sleepy himself.

“No, getting into bed. What about you?”

“I’m at your front door. I miss you. And I’m hungry,” he says, his voice low and sensual.

I'm out of bed and heading to the front door in a flash. I stumble a little at his words.

“Okay . . . didn’t you just eat dinner? I have some leftovers in the fridge.” I start walking again.

“No, Red. I’m hungry for you. I want to eat your pussy. I want to fuck you. This week without you has been a disaster,” he drawls down the line.

I start walking quickly and reach the front door in a matter of seconds.

I fling it open and without breaking my stride fling myself into his arms. I’ve missed him so much. I burrow my face in his neck, breathing in the scent of his aftershave. I flick my tongue out and lick his neck. I revel in the salt of his skin.

His arms go around me and he lifts me off my feet. My legs wrap around his waist and he walks us into the house, kicking the door shut behind him.

“I’ve missed you, baby. I’m so glad this back and forth is over,” he murmurs into my ear. He presses kisses on the side of my face and down my neck. And I do the same to him. Our lips meet and our kiss burns hot and fast, a beautiful melody of lips and tongues and co-mingled breaths that transports me every single time.

He carries me up the stairs, taking two at a time, and walks into my bedroom, shutting the door quietly.

He puts me down on the bed, and I get a good look at him. He’s wearing a beautifully cut navy blue suit with a white shirt, his cuff links winking at his wrists. His tie, dark blue with thin white diagonal stripes, is already loosened. His hair is styled and off his face, showing off his incredible bone structure and his gorgeous eyes. His grin is positively devilish.

I tip my head to one side and smile at him.

“I thought you were hungry. You going to stand there all night or are you going to eat?”

I spread my legs so my robe falls open exposing my body. He stalks toward me, and without saying a word kneels between my legs. He puts his mouth on my breast, his tongue drawing circles before his lips clamp down on my nipple. My body bucks off the bed at the exquisite sensation that courses through me. He continues licking and sucking while one hand trails down my abdomen to between my legs. He parts the lips of my pussy and glides over my throbbing clitoris, one, two, three times before he leaves two fingers there to apply pressure that has my orgasm building fast and fierce.

“Dean. Oh, Dean.”

He only sucks harder at my breast and rubs my clit harder. And I’m coming in a matter of a minute. I grab my pillow and bring it over my face to muffle the scream which rips from my throat.

He moves down my body, his mouth releasing my breast and moving down my torso. His tongue laving, his teeth nipping, as he makes his way.

When his mouth reaches my pussy, I try to close my legs, my body still recovering from the last orgasm to take any more stimulation.

“Open your legs,” Dean mumbles. His hands run up and down my thighs, his caress makes me writhe and his command causes my pulse to speed up.

“I don’t know if I can take another one,” I say dazed.

“You can. Open your legs,” he says softly. He starts to pepper kisses up my calves. When he reaches my knees, my legs fall open.

“That’s it, baby.” His hands run up the inside of my thighs and a shudder courses through my body.

“Dean . . . ,” I say, not sure whether it’s a plea for mercy or for more.

“Yes, baby, tell me what you want,” Dean says, his mouth hovering a mere inch from my pussy.

“I want your mouth, I want you.” And before I even finish he’s on me, his mouth so gentle, so soft, that my legs fall open even farther on their own.

He holds my legs open, eating me slowly, softly. His hands come up to grab my breasts, he kneads them. And just as I start to pant from the building orgasm, he moves his mouth from me, slides up my body and in one smooth move, slides inside, burying himself to the hilt.

While the oral he has given me was soft and almost reverent, his fucking isn't. He's unrestrained. His hands hold my knees up so that I'm folded in half and he pounds into me.

It’s amazing. Every single thrust is like the swipe of flint against stone, and soon a fire is raging inside of me. I match him, thrust for thrust. Soon we are both sweating; the sweat from his hair drips onto my chest and he dips his head to lick it off and captures my nipple at the same time.

His thrusts slow down, but their intensity increases and soon, I'm falling off the edge of the world.

My orgasm leaves me senseless. I cannot hear, or see, or taste. All I can do is feel. My entire body, every single nerve ending, is on fire. And I never want this to stop. I never want Dean to leave my body. I didn’t even know sex could be like this. I didn’t know any of this was possible.

And as Dean chases his orgasm, he grabs my headboard and uses it for leverage as he thrusts home. Each thrust is punctuated by a word.

“This. Is. A. Fucking. Dream. I. Don’t. Ever. Want. To Wake. Up. From.” And then he collapses on top of me, for a second letting me bear his full weight, and it feels incredible.

I wrap my tired arms around him, and he rolls to his side bringing me with him. My hair is a tangled mess and we are coated in sweat.

I have never been more content than I am now.

Dean is breathing hard next to me. When he catches his breath, he swings his legs off the bed and reaches out a hand to grab me.

“Come on, let’s get ready for bed. I’m fucking exhausted.”

I get up to join him. As we stand in the shower and then at the sink brushing our teeth, I know with a certainty I’ve only ever had about being a mother that I want this for the rest of my life.