Twenty-Five minutes later, they sat down to eat. Deacon looked at the plate and said, “This looks great.”
Taking the first bite of his steak, he said, “That’s really good.”
Pleased he appreciated her efforts, she said, “Glad you like it.”
Reaching over he put his hand on her knee, squeezing it, and said, “You really don’t have to cook for me.”
Laughing she said, “I know I don’t have to. I wanted to.”
They finished the rest of the meal in relative silence. Deacon got up and put their plates in the dishwasher, then started to clean up the kitchen.
“You cooked. The least I can do is clean up.”
“Oh, I won’t argue with that,” she said, pointing to the cupboard next to the refrigerator. “My storage containers are in that cabinet.”
Putting the leftovers into a container, Deacon finished loading the dishwasher, then moved back over to where Sara sat and said, “Thank you for the phenomenal meal.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you for cleaning up. What do you want to do now? We could go somewhere. Just hang out here.”
Pulling her into his arms, he said, “Let’s hang out here.”
“There’s a Legion game tonight, if you want to watch.”
Blinking, he said, “You like football?”
“Yeah. I used to have season tickets until work got so crazy I was giving them away most of the time.”
Twenty minutes later they were curled up together on the sofa, watching the game and having another glass of wine. Smitty had already hopped up and head butted Deacon a couple times then curled up against his other side.
Watching him absently scratch Smitty’s ears, Sara smiled.
“I’m really surprised. You must be some kind of cat whisperer. Smitty hates people that aren’t me. Hell, sometimes I think he hates me, too.”
Deacon smirked.
“What can I say? I’m likeable.”
Relaxing even further, she laid her head back against his chest. Feeling the light brush of his lips over her hair, she squeezed his thigh lightly then twisted to brush her lips against his.
Deacon shifted, tilting up her face, then nipped at her lips. With a sigh, Sara opened her mouth and traced the seam of his lips with her tongue. Angling his head further, Deacon deepened the kiss.
Deciding there wasn’t enough contact, Sara shifted until she was partially facing him, halfway in his lap and twined her arms around his neck. Continuing to move his mouth softly against hers, their tongues twining, he picked her up off the couch and adjusted her so she was straddling his lap. Her dress now hiked up indecently, she shivered as he ran his hands up her thighs to grab on to her ass.
Sara rolled her hips against Deacon’s burgeoning erection. Breaking away from his mouth for a moment, she drew in a sharp breath as a wave of pleasure ran through her body. Feeling her sharp intake of breath, he slid his hands up her thighs, under her dress.
Continuing to roll her hips against his now-obvious arousal, she moaned in appreciation when she felt his warm hands on her flesh. Tearing his mouth from hers, he kissed his way across her jaw and nipped on her earlobe.
Sensation slammed through Sara’s system. Probably feeling her vivid response, Deacon continued to nip her earlobe, his warm breath causing her to shiver.
Goose bumps running up and down her arms, she tilted her head, giving him full access to her neck.
Moving down her neck, he deliberately dragged his teeth, slowing the pace. He rolled his hips up to meet hers.
When they broke apart to breathe, he leaned his head against the couch and said, “I can’t get enough of you.”
He asked, “Should we take this to your bedroom?”
Shaking her head, Sara said, “No. Right here.”
With a sharp intake of breath, Deacon slid his hands under her dress, intent on taking it off her. Sliding it over her head, he groaned when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Immediately bending to take one of the tight peaks into his mouth, he flicked his tongue over it.
Giving a slight whimper, Sara moved her hands to the hem of Deacon’s shirt, forcing him to break contact long enough to take it off.
Deacon moved Sara off of his lap momentarily. She stood in front of him, not quite steady on her feet, wearing only her soaked panties.
His eyes almost black, he stared at her for the longest time, until she thought she was about to burst into flames, then said, “I hope you’re not attached to those panties.”
He then reached to the strings that connected the sides, snapping them. Sara squeaked in surprise, felt herself flush as they fluttered to the ground. She was unspeakably aroused now.
Deacon fumbled with his belt, finally managing to pull down his pants and boxers at the same time. Grabbing Sara’s hips, he dragged her back into his lap. Positioning her opening against his cock, he began to push into her and said, “Fuck fuck fuck. Condom.”
Leaning back, Sara watched him go through his pants, looking for his wallet. Locating a condom, he tore open the package and rolled it on. She shifted back over his cock, then sank down to the hilt.
Reaching for her hips again, he gripped her. She put her hands on his shoulders for balance, then slowly began to raise herself up and down on his rigid erection.
“Mmm. You feel so good inside me. Fuck.” Sara panted.
Deciding that perhaps it was time for Deacon to give up control, she stopped him when he began to use his hands to move her hips.
Blinking at her, slightly confused, his stare grew heated when she half moaned, “No. Let me. I want to watch you come undone. Let me.”
Sara continued to ride him at the same leisurely pace, telling him how fucking sexy he made her feel, how much she enjoyed the feel of his hands on her, how hot his filthy mouth was, how his dark eyes did things to her, until he began to tense up, his breathing slightly uneven.
He said, “Sara, let me—”
“No. I get to be in control this time, Deacon.”
Deacon seemed content to let her have control, but his look was almost hesitant.
She stopped moving for a moment, took his face in her hands and said, “I want to ride your cock until you have no choice but to come. I want to see your face. I want to see your eyes when they go blurry.”
Seeming to finally understand that she was looking for utter surrender, he let his body enjoy the sensation of her body gliding over his. At one point he tilted his head back, closing his eyes, groaning.
She moved his head to face her again and said, “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.”
Seeing his eyes flicker open, the raw need in his expression pushed her over the edge. Continuing to move slowly, steadily, she splintered into a million pieces over him. As her orgasm wound down, he finally lost the battle, his body finally giving in to the sensation of her warm, wet channel pulsing tightly around him.
Without moving his eyes from her flushed face, he groaned hoarsely, letting her contractions send him over the edge.
Once he was spent, she leaned forward to give a slow kiss, then moved off his lap so he could discard the condom. After Sara pointed to the guest bathroom, he stumbled in to clean up.
A moment later, he came back into the living room to find her curled up under a throw. He sat down beside her, moving the throw to join her underneath. Situating her so she lay up against him, he looked at her curiously.
Seeing his look, she said, “You’re always so tightly controlled. I wanted to see what would happen if you weren’t.”
Hands idly roaming across her body, he took a moment to digest that information.
Smirking he said, “I’m not complaining. No one has ever asked me for that. In the past my partners were comfortable with me being the aggressor. Now that I’m able to actually think again, that was really fucking hot.”
“Glad you enjoyed yourself. You seemed weirded out.”
“I’m dominant by nature, so it was a little strange for me. I won’t lie.”
“Dominant? I hadn’t noticed,” Sara said with a smirk.
He lightly pinched her nipple in response. She jumped.
“Hey!”
“You earned that.”
Gaze turning slightly heated, she said, “If you’re up for it later, I’ll let you have your way with me.”
Eyebrows raised, Deacon said, “Oh really? Carte blanche?”
Laughing, Sara said, “Within reason. You’re not into any freaky shit, right?”
“What kind of freaky shit?” Deacon asked, now sounding curious.
“I don’t mind a little pain, but nothing crazy. Definitely no body fluids that aren’t typically involved in sex. Um. Not a huge fan of anal.”
Nodding, Deacon said, “So I can have my way with you, within reason?”
Sara said, “Yep.”
Standing up, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, and said, “Where’s your bedroom?”
Squealing, it took her a minute to adjust to being upside down.
Slapping her butt lightly, he asked, “Bedroom.”
Gasping, she said, “Down the hall, at the end.”
Not breaking stride, he carried her down the hall and tossed her on the bed with a bounce.
Scooting over, she made room for him. He crawled onto the bed, resting on his elbows on top of her. He asked, “Now that I’ve got you, what am I going to do with you?”
Seeing the gleam of intent in his eyes, Sara felt her body responding with a fresh wave of arousal.
For a few moments, he just stared at her, his hand rubbing idly on her stomach.
Having come to some sort of a decision, he said, “Hands on the headboard. No matter what I do, don’t move them. No moving those hips or closing your eyes either.”
Already aroused, Sara didn’t see much chance of that actually happening, but she complied.
Deacon spent the better part of an hour stroking his hands over her body, then using his mouth to bring her need to a fever pitch. Finally, when she was all but begging him, he donned a condom and slid inside her, loving her gently.
Staring into her eyes, he told her how he loved the way her body clutched at him, how he enjoyed her soft skin. How much he enjoyed the intense need they had for each other, her laugh, her smell.
Sara was utterly destroyed. Coming so many times she lost count, she couldn’t focus on anything but his voice. His hands. His mouth. The feel of him inside her.
Finally, Deacon gave in to his own need, calling out her name with his release.
Giving her a gentle kiss, he pulled out of her, then moved to the en suite bathroom to get rid of the condom. Rinsing his hands, he came back to the bed.
Sara had crawled under the covers. She lifted the covers. He slid underneath and said, “See. Nothing scary. I just wanted you to understand what you did to me out there.”
Blinking, she said, “I’ve never felt so…”
Apparently understanding her perfectly, he agreed. “Me neither.”
Snuggling close, she said, “Are you staying the night?”
His arms tightening around her, he asked, “You tell me, Ms. I don’t do sleepovers.”
“If you would recall, I also basically said that you were a welcome change to my previous patterns.”
“If you want me to, I will.”
Nodding, Sara said, “I do. What time do you have to be up?”
Deacon calculated silently for a minute and said, “I think I need to leave by six. The Wellington people are coming in tomorrow at ten and I have prep to do with Jim.”
Wincing, Sara said, “I don’t mind if you feel like you need to go. Six is pretty early and tomorrow is a big day for you.”
“Are you being nice or do you want me to go? I can’t tell.”
Smacking him in the arm, she said, “I’m always nice. I was trying to let you off the hook if you wanted to head home tonight.”
Rubbing his arm, he dryly said, “Yes. You’re always nice. Vicious woman. Set the alarm for 5:30 a.m. please.”
Leaning over, Sara adjusted the alarm, then moved back into the crook of his arm.
He idly played with the tips of her hair and said, “Next Monday through Friday, I’m going to be in New York. I’ve got meetings with a farm league team in upstate, then a couple days at Viacom.”
Yawning, Sara said, “Sounds like a crazy week. Viacom is huge, right?”
Nodding he said, “Yeah. We’re shopping around a sports show for Marcus Wimberly.”
“The designated hitter for the Bravos? Wow.”
“I love that you know who I’m talking about when I mention people we represent. Have I mentioned that?”
Pausing a moment, he asked, “What about you? You don’t have anything going at JDC, right?”
Squinting, Sara thought about it and said, “No. Next week is slow for me. An event for Granada Hills College, then an engagement party, and a bat mitzvah.”
“Those sound like three large events. How is that a slow week?”
Shrugging, she said, “You make an excellent point.”
Yawning, Deacon asked, “Is it all right if I hit the light?”
Mumbling, Sara said, “Yeah.”
And that was the last thing that she remembered before her alarm starting beeping angrily at her. Slapping it with her hand, she silenced it. Looking over, Deacon hadn’t even been fazed by the sound. Deciding that thirty minutes was plenty of time, she started to run her fingers lightly down his chest.
His eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile curving his lips. All the sudden there was a yowl, and a thud as Smitty jumped onto Deacon’s chest.
Cursing, his eyes shot open and he grunted, then reached up to stroke his hand down the cat’s back.
Sara gave Smitty a dirty look. Hateful little beast.
Deacon laughed, clearly sensing the direction of her thoughts.
Shooing the cat down, he glanced at the clock and said, “I need to head out soon. What time will you be at JDC?”
“10:30 a.m. should be plenty of time.” Getting up, Sara grabbed her robe, tying it around her. She asked Deacon, “Want any coffee?”
“No. You don’t need to be up yet. Just come lock the top lock after me, then go back to bed.”
“Mmkay.” Sitting back on the bed, she asked, “Do you have plans tonight?”
Nodding he said, “Yeah. Wining and dining the Wellington people. Should be done by 9:00 p.m., but that’s kinda late. Tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a job to prep for. Fundraiser luncheon. Tiny fucking sandwiches. I hate making them.”
“Hmm. Thursday?”
“Mercifully, I’ve got the day off.”
“Can I have it, after 5:00 p.m?”
“Have what? My day off?”
“Yeah.”
Nodding, Sara drowsily said, “Sure.”
Standing up again, she wrapped her arms around a fully dressed Deacon and walked with him to the door.
Giving him a kiss good-bye, she smiled at the way their lips clung together, then said, “Good luck with the Wellington people. See you later.”
Smirking, he said, “Your tiny fucking sandwiches will put me over the top.”
Narrowing her eyes, she said, “Weren’t you going home?”
Laughing, he gave her a last squeeze, then walked to his car.
Locking the door, Sara stumbled back to bed and slept another two hours.
Chapter 14
It was just before six on Monday morning, and he lay in Sara’s bed, awake before the alarm. He’d gone over to Sara’s early afternoon on Sunday. They’d decided to walk around Old Town Pasadena. They grabbed a late lunch, then wandered through the museum. It had been a nice day, just spending time with her. No real urgency, nothing pressing. He had just really enjoyed her company.
After they were done at the museum, they stopped by the grocery store and grabbed food for dinner. He smirked as he thought about the mutinous look she gave him when he tried to pay.
She’d
gotten a pork loin, made couscous, and a quick salad. The pork loin had some kind of herb walnut crust on it. She’d made the salad dressing from scratch. It was all amazing. He figured he’d be lucky anytime she decided to cook.
They had cleaned up the kitchen, then decided to lie on the couch and just watch TV. They’d been snuggled up, but he must have dozed off. When he woke up his head had been lying in her lap. She’d been idly running her hand through his hair while flipping channels aimlessly.
When he shifted, she looked down and saw he had woken up. She gave him an apologetic look and told him he looked so peaceful, she’d felt bad for waking him up. His brain still fuzzy, he’d taken the hand that had been stroking through his hair, and kissed it. Then he’d set it on his chest, and held it there, gazing at her.
Feeling that unfamiliar pang in his chest when he thought about it still, he smiled.
God, he really didn’t want to go to New York. Sliding out of bed, he flipped off the alarm, then made his way toward Sara’s bathroom, grabbing the toiletries out of his overnight bag.
Turning on Sara’s shower, he brushed his teeth then moved the curtain on the linen closet and grabbed a towel. After taking a quick shower, he wrapped the towel around his waist and packed his toiletry bag up. Making a mental note, he decided he was going to get a few items to leave here at Sara’s.
Stepping out of the bathroom, he saw Sara was now awake, watching him intently.
“Morning,” she said, smiling.
Moving forward to the bed, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.
“Morning. Hope I didn’t wake you up.”
Sara’s arm had snaked its way around his thigh. Shaking her head, she said, “No. I don’t think it was you.”
Sara slid her arm up his thigh, nails dragging lightly.
Deacon felt his body respond and said, “Sara…”
She smiled at him innocently, like she wasn’t fully aware of what she was doing.
“You’re a wicked woman.”
Taking his erection in her hand, she began to stroke him. He tilted his head back, groaning at the sensation, then reached down to take off his towel.
Eyes burning into her, he said, “I don’t have much time but there’s something about you, first thing in the morning, all rumpled, stroking my cock. Fuck. I can’t resist you.”
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