Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

"You remember it that well?"

His nod is pure need.

It's everything.

It's completely inappropriate with my dad's footsteps downstairs.

But it's still incredibly hot.

"You home, Chloe," he calls.

Fuck me. Seriously. How do people deal with having sex in high school? This is mortifying.

"Yeah. I'll be down in a minute," I say.

I fight my blush as I get into my clothes. I'm still wet. My jeans don't want to cooperate. I have to coax them into it.

There.

I find a bra in my drawer. A black tank top.

Dean wraps his arms around my waist.

His touch calms me instantly.

"You'll be okay, sunshine." He plants a kiss on my neck. "I promise."

I nod. He's right. This is no big deal. Just my dad getting home minutes after my boyfriend came on my chest.

Is Dean my boyfriend?

I can't even say hey, Dad, you know my boyfriend. More like hey, dad, you know my boss, who I am clearly having sex with.

Ugh.

Dean's chuckle bounces around the room. "How about you let me lead?"

I shake my head.

"You trust me?"

"Terrifyingly enough, yes."

"Then let me handle this."

Uh…

He holds his hands up. "Your call."

Dad did like him immediately.

Everyone likes Dean immediately.

Maybe he does know what he's doing.

"Okay. But if I give you the signal, that's it. I'm taking over," I say.

"What's the signal?" He chuckles.