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The orgasm ricocheted through her-a hot detonation that throbbed with such force she swore her eyeballs pulsed. Her body was so revved up she couldn't slump back and bask.

Then Deacon buried his face in her neck, pumping his hips fast. She felt the heat of his release, her spasming walls milking him as he came in a drawn-out groan.

Sometimes Deacon immediately pulled out and brought her tissues to clean herself up. But today she silently begged him to stay put, needing this connection with him as long as possible.

• • •

"MOLLY."

"Mmm?"

"Babe. You gotta let go of me."

"But I don't wanna," she murmured. "I like your weight on me." She rubbed her lips over the stubble on his cheek. "I like the stickiness between my legs. I like feeling you soften inside me, knowing if I did this"-she squeezed her pussy muscles around his semihard cock-"you'd get hard and fuck me again."

"Don't tempt me, woman. We're damn lucky we didn't get caught." What the hell had he been thinking, rutting on her in the dojo like a crazed man?

Because you are crazy about her, man. Beyond crazy, heading straight into those three-little-words territory, which is completely new fucking territory for you.

He fit his mouth to hers and kissed her, slowly easing out of her body and then laughing as she tried to hold on to him and keep him on her and in her.

"At least I know you were happy to see me," he murmured.

"Very happy. As always."

He'd been in a lousy mood since first thing this morning when Maddox pushed him to work Courey-meaning he'd been relegated to chump again. Holding the mitts while Courey tried to pummel him.

Luckily-maybe unluckily-Deacon had left his phone on, in the training room, during practice-a strict violation of practice and not intentional on his part-but the phone call from his cousin Tag served as an excuse to leave the dojo. He'd mumbled something about "family shit" and no one had questioned him because they all were aware Deacon never made excuses not to train and he never talked about his family. 

By the time he'd finished dealing with Tag, he'd been pissed off for real and wished Courey hadn't bailed for the day because he could've used him to work out his frustrations.

The last thing he needed was Tag showing up in Denver. The fucker had resorted to threats to force the dinner meeting, so Deacon had to ask Beck to sub for him tomorrow night.

Then he'd seen Ronin talking to Shihan. Deacon knew Sensei was questioning whether it'd been a waste of time to add Deacon back into the teaching rotation when he bowed out again within the first two weeks.

Realizing he'd zoned out, he refocused on Molly buttoning her blouse.

"You're staring at my boobs again. Didn't you get enough of them?"

"Never." He reached down to snag her panties. After he handed them over, she used them to wipe between her legs. Then she wadded up the blue silk and stuffed them in her purse.

"What? My panties were soaked anyway. I'd rather go commando than wear wet panties."

Deacon hauled her against him and kissed the hell out of her.

When they broke free, Molly said, "What was that for?"

"For you being the best thing that's happened to me in a long time."

Her brown eyes softened. "Deacon."

He plucked her panties from her purse and shoved them in his pocket.

"Hey! Give those back!"

"Nope."

Molly poked him in the chest. "If I ever see those hanging up in your training locker like some kind of trophy-"

"For my eyes only. I promise." He rested his forehead to hers. "This is ours. No one needs to know how it is between us."

"You are so sweet sometimes. And don't worry. I won't tell anyone that either."

Deacon held her hand as they exited the training room. "What're your plans for tonight?"

"I've been spectacularly fucked, so I can cross that off my 'to do' list."

"Hilarious, babe."

"I actually have some work to catch up on. What about you?"

He had to check over the financial statements from JFW and the investment reports Tag had e-mailed him. "I've got stuff to look over."

"Fight tapes?"

"Yeah." Not a lie since he still hadn't watched Needham's last training tape.

When they exited the stairwell on the second floor, Knox and Shiori were standing outside the office door.

Knox's shrewd gaze zoomed between Deacon and Molly. Then he flashed a shit-eating grin the size of Texas and mouthed, Busted, before he elbowed Shiori.

Shi-Shi turned those cool eyes on him and shifted Nuri to her other hip. Knox said something that caused her to smirk.

Asshole.

"Hey, Deacon. Hey, Molly. I thought your kickboxing classes were on this floor."