Ari

The feel of his strong fingers intertwined with mine, as we ventured through the warm Miami night, sent my heart racing in my chest. I had been terrified to be in public with him after all the things that had gone horribly wrong when in public situations. I also didn't know how I would feel when I saw him again, but when his figure came walking towards me with only the moonlight to illuminate his face, my heart raced like I was falling in love for the first time. My heart raced the same way it did when his hand grazed mine at the mailboxes that day I first met him.

His hold on me tightened, as he led me past the throngs of people waiting to get into the club that we had just left. He wrapped his arm around my waist in the cab and let me rest my tired head on his strong shoulder. I felt as if, for the first time, he was all mine and I was the most important girl in the whole city.

The clink of my heels on the marble floor of the lobby as we entered only added a soundtrack to the magic that had been our reunion. My heart was racing, because I was unsure what the next step for us would entail. Was I ready to give myself to him without first defining what exactly we were?

He walked me to my suite and reached back for my key card, which I had tucked into the small inside pocket of my skirt. He pulled me closer to his strong body, as he peppered light kisses on my neck, fiddling with the card in the slot. Dirty thoughts ran through my head about how he could key card my slot anytime, among other things.

At that moment, I had absolutely no shame when it came to my inner monologue.

My door opened and he flipped on the light. He pressed a long kiss to my lips and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I had missed kissing his soft and strong lips. I had missed the feel of his strong arms wrapped around my waist.

When he pulled slightly away from my lips, without thinking, I said, "Thank you for walking me back. Goodnight, Dean."

As the words left my lips, I backed into my room, ready to shut the door and preserve what was left of whatever dignity my inner monologue had ever had. His eyes had a humor about them, as he lightly pushed past the door and walked into my room. Once inside, he began to unbutton his shirt, throwing it on closest chair.

My voice stalled in my throat for a second when my eyes settled on his extremely ripped upper body. The V that thrust into his pant line, all but screamed for my fingers to touch it. Before I knew what was happening, he had kicked off his shoes and was unbuttoning his jeans, to reveal a really sexy pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Well that solved one question, but I had a million more.

"Um, Dean? What are you doing?" The nervousness in my voice was front and center.

"Getting ready for bed, isn't it obvious?" he slyly stated, with a playful smirk on his face which revealed just one massively sexy long dimple, making my pulse quicken.

"Who said you were invited into my bed?" I stood in front of him, just far enough away so that he couldn't easily pull me closer. It was my attempt to play a little hard to get, even though I was officially his anytime he pleased.

"I did," his voice was firm when he spoke and I could really see for a second why he was such a successful and often feared businessman.

"Really, now? What gave you the idea that you had a say in this?" I countered his firm voice, in an attempt to try and show him who was the boss of this evening.

"Well, baby," his words began to take on a playful nature to them, "People who.are in serious relationships generally sleep in the same bed. So, are you going to stand there and argue this or are you going to take your sexy ass in that room and change?"

I was officially amused and slightly confused. Since when were we in a relationship? I didn't exactly get that memo.

"We're in a relationship now?" I curiously awaited his response.

"Well considering that I've been sex dry for almost a month for you, which I may add is a lifetime first, the minute you ran into my arms sealed the deal that you are now mine. So go change, now!" With that last statement and leaving no opportunity for argument or discussion, he turned in the direction of the bedroom, but not before turning back and adding, "You know, baby, if you'd like me to stick around and help you change, we could always take this relationship directly past home base." He smirked that devious smirk that instantly made me warm in unmentionable areas and when silence fell over the room, he sighed and proceeded into the bedroom.

I followed him into the bedroom and watched as he lifted back the sheets of my bed and made himself comfortable. Laying directly on his back with his arms crossed behind his head, he looked like a victorious kid who had just smacked his first home run out of a major league stadium, a winning smile gracing his beautiful face.

I went into the bathroom, grabbed my camisole, and proceeded to change out of the beautiful dress that Dean had bought me. Stepping out of the bathroom in just my underwear, I realized looking at him laying there, exactly why he was the talk of the female gossip circle. I could tell just by looking at him in those boxer briefs, that he was needless to say, well endowed. Oh man, someone help me now! I was so not ready for where this was headed.

He settled his eyes on me as I walked to the opposite side of the bed. He lifted back the covers and patted the space next to him. I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted from the rest of the night, so I gingerly took the other side of the bed, putting much needed space between us and rolled facing the window outside. Within seconds, I felt the grip of strong hands on my waist and he all but flipped me, moving into my spot on the bed and placing me on his firm chest.

"I was getting ready to sleep there, Dean." I was almost irritated that he had snaked my spot.

"Well, I figured you wanted the view and I wanted you, so it's pretty win win, baby."

He looked into my eyes with his delicious deep blues and pressed his lips to mine. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, his tongue doing a dance around mine and his hands either resting on my bare hips or skimming my butt. Soon, I was positioned directly on top of him, his lips still pressed firmly onto mine.

He stretched my arms out in front of him and slowly placed kisses down my arm, stopping at my new tattoo, which had started to heal. He took a minute to examine it, the only illumination in the room from the moonlight outside. When he saw the tree branch, he looked over at me and smiled a really big smile that made both of his long dimples pop.

"I didn't tell you earlier how much I love the tattoo, Ars. You know, chicks with ink are hot."

He pressed another passionate kiss on my lips, his hands gravitating down my sides and coming to rest on my hips. He sunk his fingers into the skin of my hips and I let out a slight moan into his mouth.

He pulled away and smiled. "By the way baby.... Since you're my girlfriend now, I expect that come tomorrow you'll be packed and ready to move into my suite. We'll talk about our apartment situation once we get back to L.A."

He placed one more soft kiss on my lips, before wrapping his arms around me and settling into his pillow to sleep. Cocky bastard.

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I woke to the sunshine coming in through the window, but I was alone in bed. Void of strong arms wrapped around me and no hint of hot breath in my ear, all I had left was his smell on my pillow-the smell of spices and pure sex. For a moment, I wondered if a guy could just walk into a department store or perfume shop and tell the counter person they wanted bottled up sex. Did they even make that or was it something that truly seductive men just naturally oozed along with their wide array of mind numbing pheromones? No wonder girls flocked to him, he constantly smelled of pure sex.

I rolled out of bed the opposite way to see a note placed on the pillow, his choppy quick block print stared at me.

Went for a run. Be back soon.

Always and Terribly

I decided to take the opportunity to head into the shower while he was out toning his already god-like body, but stopped suddenly when my luggage and empty closet area came into full view. That closet wasn't empty last night, nope it wasn't. That cheeky, beautiful bastard packed up all of my stuff.

Luckily, he left my shower stuff untouched and I was instantly relieved, because even though the hotel soap looked divine, I never wanted any kind other than my amazing charcoal bath bar that I always made a point of buying in bulk. I had just got done shampooing my hair with my favorite coconut shampoo, when I heard the curtain of the shower slide back and felt him come in behind me.

"Hey! What exactly do you think you're doing there, Mister? I know we're in a relationship, but at least romance me before trying to steal home!"

I started to turn to look him in the face when he replied, "Blakewell, eyes front and center and stop trying to ogle my goodies."

"Dean, our first time is definitely not going to be in this shower. Out. Now!"

"No, our first time will not be in this shower, trust me when I say this, baby. I will also tell you that there was no way in hell I was sitting anywhere in this room as sweaty and sandy as I am. So, stuff your pride somewhere in that extremely sexy body of yours and share a shower with me. Nothing more, nothing less."

Well at least I didn't need to be self-conscious anymore, because he thought I was sexy naked.

"Now who's ogling whose goodies, Dean?" He let out a loud laugh and for a second, taken aback, I leaned back and brushed my lower back against him and his nakedness, sending electric chills through every single pore in my body.

"Baby?"

"Yes," I replied.

"If you brush me again, it won't be an innocent shower anymore." He chuckled and I rushed to grab my bath bar and finished washing my face. Relieved that I was finished and could sneak out leaving him alone, I went to reach for the curtain just as the soap fell and I instantly hesitated. Ari, do not and I repeat, do not bend over to pick it up!

I felt his strong arms reach past me for the shampoo and I snaked under them and jumped out of the shower, grabbing my towel in the process. I could hear his laugh from behind the curtain and for a second, I felt guilty that I had definitely peaked during my scramble to leave.

Yep. Spices and pure sex...

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After getting dressed in a pair of short cut off shorts and a tight black tank top, I packed up the last of my things. I shouted to him that I was going to head over to Venise's room while he got ready and didn't wait around for a response. I didn't let on to Venice about my evening after the club or the shower incident, not because the thought of it didn't excite me, but because the current facial expression on one Patrick Fitzsimmons told me two things: 1) He was hungover and being a grumpy pants and 2) I shouldn't wake the inner beast with the mention of one Dean Andrews.

About twenty minutes later, I heard a firm knock on the suite door and Patrick went over to answer it, while holding his pounding head. "Hey, Dean. Come on in."

"Hey man, little worse for wear today?" he asked, as he looked at Patrick before handing him a bottle of orange juice and closing the door behind him.

"Man, thanks for that. Yeah, I'm miserable," Patrick admitted, as he took the bottle and gave it a generous chug.

"No problem, Pats, those hooker drinks will knock you on your ass." Dean lightly patted Patrick on his shoulder and came into the bedroom where Venice and I were currently sitting, with our jaws on the floor. Since when were the infamous Dean Andrews and in Dean's words 'the snobby and pretentious Englishman,' Patrick Fitzsimmons, members of the same boy's club?

He must have realized that we were in shock and all he did was give us a 'What' look and proceeded to come over and wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me up so that he was sitting underneath me.

"You guys ready for some fun in the sun adventure?" Dean said and then proceeded to brush his lips lightly over my ear, whispering, "By the way, you left me hanging in the shower Blakewell. Don't think I won't forget that." His words caused a fresh layer of pink to spread across my cheeks.

Venise was excited, but trying to contain it for fear that her voice would be like nails on a chalkboard to her one and only, who was laying behind her moaning like he was currently dying a slow and miserable death.

"Yeah, where are we going?" she whispered.

"Well, it's a surprise actually, but first things first. We need to get some greasy pancakes and bacon into Pats." Dean threw a shirt in Patrick's direction before lifting me off the bed and slinging me over his shoulder, as if I were a bag of ice. He proceeded to walk towards the door. "I'll see you two lovebirds downstairs in ten." He gave me one swift slap on the butt, as he carried me out of the door and to the main lobby of the hotel.

Luckily, he had set me down before approaching the concierge and throwing a $50 his way

"Please move suite 4's luggage to the penthouse as soon as possible and release the reservation for that room, it won't be needed any longer."

When he came back to me, he had an infectious smile on his face. I looked at him and asked, "So you were serious about us living together so soon into the relationship?"

"Well, I've waited almost seven years for you, so I'd say we've taken it slow enough. I'm not interested in any more games, Ari Blakewell," he simply stated, as he brushed his hand across my cheek and headed towards the outside, sliding on his sunglasses as he reached the outdoor light.

In my shock, I watched him as he stood outside waiting for us, his thumb rubbing over the face of his watch.

I was done with the games as well.

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A/N: Hey guys,

So I hope you liked the chapter. Please vote and comment.

What do you guys think about Dean telling her he's done with the games?

Do you think he's rushing things or does their solid history justify his assertiveness? Let me know what you think?

So I actually didn't listen to much music this chapter, but I did watch To The Bone, starring Lily Collins on Netflix. It was touching, funny, heartbreaking and utterly amazing!

So stay tuned for more Ari and Dean relationship feels in the coming chapters!!

Amina <3