Because he got it. Those embarrassing butterflies in his stomach, the excitement from seeing a woman’s name pop up on his phone screen, that overwhelming urge to do anything and everything in his power to make her happy.
Love turned men into saps. Parker? Total sap. Jack? Definitely a sap. And it looked like the sap club had a bona fide new member—Dean fucking Colter.
Hell, he might even laminate his sappy ass of the century membership card, because that’s how happy Emma Lee made him.
“You’re still a cheeseball, huh?” she teased as she settled in the passenger seat.
“A cheeseball?” He arched a brow. “Nuh-uh, babe. I’m suave and manly.”
“Really? So you think dipping me and kissing me out of the blue isn’t cheesy? Because trust me, it is.”
He started the engine and pulled away from the curb, then turned to flash her a rogue grin. “How do you know I didn’t do that to get in your pants?”
“Because you’re already in my pants,” she answered with a laugh. “You’ve been getting action from me every day this week.”
“True.” He slanted his head. “But maybe I was looking for a different kind of action today, did you think of that? Maybe I was buttering you up so you could, I don’t know, let me go down on you in the bathroom at lunch, or blow me while I’m driving, or—”
He stopped abruptly when her hand landed on his thigh. “Hmmm. Is that what you want? For me to blow you right here?”
Well, he did now. He’d just been joking around with her, but the feel of her warm, delicate palm stroking his leg sent a jolt of heat straight to his cock.
Emma laughed again when she noticed the growing bulge beneath his zipper. “God. You really are DTF, ATT.”
“ATT?”
“All the time,” she sighed. “My assistant is twenty-two and her lingo gets stuck in my head sometimes.”
Dean snorted. “Well, her lingo is pretty damn accurate. Because I am down to fuck all the time.” His breath hitched when Emma’s fingers slid closer to his erection. “But I was kidding about the car BJ, Em.”
“Hmmm. What if I’m not kidding, though?”
The next thing he knew, she undid the button of his jeans, then bent over and…dragged his zipper down—sweet baby Jesus—with her teeth.
Keeping his eyes on the road was damn near impossible, not with Emma’s head in his lap. With Emma’s hand freeing his rock-hard dick from his pants.
“Don’t you dare get in a car accident,” she whispered fiercely, and that was the last thing she said before her lips found his cock.
Holy. Hell.
Pleasure sizzled up his spine as Emma’s sexy mouth engulfed him, her tongue curling around the tip in a hot lick. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel, his forearms taut as he stared dead ahead and focused on driving in a straight line. Well, first he turned off the main drag as soon as possible, heading into an industrial area where the speed limit cut to only twenty miles an hour. Odds of losing control of the SUV were slim. The odds of getting pulled over by a police patrol…also unlikely, but not inconceivable, so Dean made a valiant effort to drive carefully even as his entire body was consumed by arousal.
Emma licked the crown of his cock, giving a slow, hard suck before peering up at him. “You’ve got exactly two minutes to come,” she warned. “So you better get on it.”
“Me?” he managed to drawl. “You’re the one who needs to get me—oh fuck.”
She was sucking him again, fast, deep pulls as her hand circled his base and pumped in unison to those eager sucks. Dean kept a death grip on the wheel as sensation swarmed his body, tingling in his balls and throbbing along the length of his cock.
Two minutes? Fuck that. He only needed one. The excitement in his blood burned so hot that release came faster than he expected. And far more powerfully. His foot shook on the gas pedal as the orgasm sizzled up his spine. A stop sign. Oh, thank fuck, they’d reached a stop sign. He pressed on the brake, groaning wildly as Emma sucked him dry, her lips tight around his dick as he shuddered in pleasure and fought for breath.
“Jesus Christ, woman,” he choked out.
She gave him one last stroke of the tongue before sitting up, and the way she licked her lips sent another shudder through his body. “That was fun,” she said brightly.
Hoarse laughter rumbled out of his chest. “Fun? I don’t think I can move my legs.”
A smile played over her glossy lips. “Do you want me to drive?”
He almost answered yes, but a loud honk interrupted them. Dean glanced in the rearview mirror, cursing when he spotted the line of cars behind their SUV. Shit. They were holding up traffic.