Then he turned and kissed her.
It wasn't a fleeting peck—it was deep, lingering, consuming.
Mary pushed against his shoulder, but the resistance was token at best. Within seconds, she melted into him, arms winding around his neck, returning the kiss with equal fervor.
I watched. Expression blank. Pulse steady.
A horn blared from behind. The light had turned green. Dean finally pulled back, tongue dragging slowly across his lower lip, savoring her. He shifted the car into drive.
Mary sank against the headrest, fingers combing through her disheveled hair, smoothing her rumpled blouse. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, cheeks still flushed with color that had nothing to do with makeup.
"Hotel's booked?"
Her voice came out slightly breathless.
"Same place as always." Dean's eyes stayed on the road, but his smirk was audible. "Suite with the floor-to-ceiling windows. River view. You like that one, don't you?"
"Mm." A low hum of approval. Her hand drifted back to his thigh, fingernails tracing lazy circles. "And my... bonus? You know how much work it took to balance those books. A million dollars plus a car—I nearly didn't get it past those fossils on the board."