This Is Not Good

***Warning - Mature Content***

"Sign here," Dean said gently to Mia. She was standing over his office desk, one hand with the pen that he had given her to use and the other hand resting on his desk. Standing behind her, he did not mean to be so close. But as she bent over his desk to sign the contract, he could see the shape of her buttocks through her tight black jersey dress, which made him want to touch her there.

"Here?" Mia asked softly in her sweet voice.

"Yeah there," Dean replied, his voice husky. He leaned with his right arm over her right shoulder to point at where she should sign. Following the arch of his torso, she bent forward until her dress fabric was touching his crotch area and her long natural black hair fell close to his face. It radiated a delicious rosy scent that Dean hungrily consumed. This was enough to make him hard for her. Groaning suddenly, he could not help himself and embraced her tightly around her shoulders, making her straighten up. What am I doing!

To Dean's surprise, Mia willingly lifted her head back to kiss him. He fully obliged and pressed her lips into a passionate kiss. He moved open her lips so that his tongue could enter. Biting on her lower lip, he pushed his tongue in against hers, filling her mouth fully. She moaned in her sweet voice as she raised her arms behind his neck, grabbing his short hair with a little force, nails scratching lightly against his scalp.

Wanting to explore her body, Dean released Mia's mouth and trailed his lips from her cheek to her chin and then to her neck. He lowered his left hand then his right over her breasts and cupped them completely. What? No padding. He groaned again. Wild with lust, his right hand lowered to touch her between her legs over her dress, while his left hand caressed her right breast. She raised her hips slightly to receive his touch down there. "Ah," she moaned into his ear as he kissed and sucked the skin on her neck.

She smells so good. Dean couldn't wait any longer. He pushed Mia's dress up swiftly to her waist with both hands, exposing the black lacy panties that she was wearing. He sucked in a deep breath. Beautiful. Excited, he whispered hoarsely in her ear, "Mia, bend over." He gently but firmly pushed the small of her back towards his desk. Unbuttoning his pants and pushing his black low-rise trunks down, he grabbed both her buttocks and pressed himself between them, panties still on. The lace against his hardness felt so good. He contemplated for a second whether he should remove or leave them on. Impatiently, he hooked his fingers around the top of her panties and roughly pulled them off.

Left hand caressing Mia's back while Dean's right hand held her hip, he braced her for what was to come. She groaned low but loudly. "Shhhh," he warned in her ear, "The doors aren't locked."

"You are going to be the death of me, Mia." Dean groaned. Mia reached back to hold on to his hips to get closer.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep

Dean opened his eyes, blinked, and closed them again. No. No. No. Go back. Go back.

It was no use. The dream was gone. Mia was gone.

"Urgh!" Giving up, he reached for the phone, turned off the alarm, and slammed it down, furious. He ran his hand through his golden-brown hair and let out a long sigh. He peeked beneath his light grey sheets. Ah-huh, still hard and no release. Damn it. He sat up in his bed and contemplated his wet dream with a mixture of disappointment and alarm.

This is not good.

Dean thought that he dreamt about Mia because he was slaving over her proposal, getting it ready for Friday morning. She was the last person on his mind. But he knew he had to get her out of his system.

Dean jumped out of bed, pushed his member down under his trunks, and went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he decided what he had to do. He splashed cold water on his face and started to brush his teeth.

With his toothbrush still in his mouth, Dean left the bathroom to pick up his phone from the bedside table. He scrolled to the names in his contact list labelled with an "x" in front of them. "xAna Morozova". He started texting.

Dean: Hi Ana

Ana: Hey. Long time no hear. What's up?

Dean: Just thinking about you

Ana: Lol that's nice

Playing hard to get?

Dean: Well babe to be honest I miss your incredible body

Ana: Lol you want this huh?

Dean: Yeah I want you. Are you free tonight? Dinner and "Netflick"?

Ana: Lol. Just say F**k

Dean: Ouch and here I was trying to be a gentleman

Ana: I want to go to Logi

Of course, you do.

Dean: Done. I'll make the booking 6:30 pm?

Ana: Sounds good. Looking forward to it. I'll come in your favorite.

Dean: Favorite what? Lol

Ana: Black lace thong

Dean groaned with toothpaste foam in his mouth, remembering the last time he saw Ana. That girl knows how to get under my skin.

Dean: X

Ana: XxX

Dean headed back into the bathroom to clean up after himself. Mia problem solved.

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