Going Too Far – Rosemary Beach Read Online Abbi Glines

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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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Dean had changed the game today. He’d made my decisions harder. Watching him with Cam made that even more difficult. There was no instruction book for how to date a rock star … or was there? I should Google that.

Dean’s voice as he praised Cam made my heart feel as if it would explode.

I would not cry. I would not cry.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself before stepping into the room where I could be seen. Both sets of eyes looked up at me. I looked from Cam to Dean.

“Mom, listen!” Cam said as he began to play what Dean had taught him.

It was good. No, it was excellent. He had talent. I wasn’t an expert at the drums, but even I could tell he was gifted. at this.

“The boy is going places,” Dean said, squeezing his shoulder. “I threw some advanced stuff at him just to see what he could do, and he’s a natural. It comes to him like it’s a part of him. You’re born with that. It’s not taught.”

The lump in my throat was so big that it felt as if it could be seen by others.

“Listen to this!” Cam said and began to play something that sounded familiar.

It took me a moment to realize he was playing a Slacker Demon song. I lifted my eyes to Dean’s, and he was watching me. He winked, and I knew that every single shred of common sense, self-preservation, and promises I’d made to myself had all vanished.

I had fallen in love with Dean Finlay, but it wouldn’t be a fairy tale. I knew that. The truth would change it all.

“Ready for that movie?” Dean asked me once Cam finished.

“What are we watching?” Cam asked.

“Whatever you want to watch,” Dean told him.

“Awesome,” Cam replied, standing up and handing the drumsticks to Dean.

Cam rushed past me and headed toward the theater.

Dean was beside me then, and his hand slipped around my waist. Then, he pressed his face into my neck and inhaled deeply. “Go take your panties off,” he whispered in my ear.

I jerked my head around to look at him.

“Cam will sit in the front row again. He won’t be looking to the back row to see where my hands are,” Dean whispered.

I shook my head. I was not doing things with him while Cam was in the room.

Dean smirked at me knowingly. “Bra then?” he asked.

I shook my head again and shoved at his chest before walking in the direction of the theater. Although I was hoping Cam didn’t choose a long movie. My head was already in Dean’s room with him.

Cam chose Thor, and although I enjoyed watching Chris Hemsworth as much as the next girl, I had a real-life Dean Finlay sitting beside me in the dark with his hand between my thighs. I was ready to end this torture and be alone with him.

Cam was asleep before it was over. He had been up late last night, playing video games at Jeremy’s. I was surprised he had made it through the first half before falling asleep. When his head fell forward, Dean stood up and went to pick him up.

I followed behind him. When Dean laid him on the guest bed, I took over, tucking him in. There was a Superman night-light, and I glanced at it, knowing this room was meant for his grandson. Dean walked to the door and waited on me. Once we were both out in the hallway, he closed the door.

“I need a shower,” he said.

That was not what I had expected him to say.

“Okay,” I replied, hoping he took a quick one.

“With you in it,” he added. “I want to fuck you under the hot water, then wash you.”

Yes. I wanted that too.

“Only if I can bathe you too,” I replied.

He grabbed my hand and all but pulled me back across the penthouse to his bedroom.

“Get naked,” he said as he closed and locked the door behind us.

I gave him a saucy smile, then walked toward the master bathroom. Complete with the biggest shower I’d ever seen. White marble was everywhere. On the floor, the walls, the shower. I began slowly unbuttoning the top part of my shirt dress as Dean jerked his shirt off, then tossed it on the floor before moving on to his jeans.

“Better move faster, baby, or I’m ripping it all off your hot little body,” he warned me.

I liked my dress, and as exciting as him ripping my clothes off sounded, I was on a budget, and destroying my clothing was not in that budget. I stopped my teasing striptease and moved quicker. Dean was naked, walking over to the shower to turn on the water. I got distracted by his bare ass. It was firm and muscular. It was also tan, which meant he either lay out naked or went to a tanning bed.



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