This was the Deacon she wanted. This Deacon was all about getting off, about taking what he wanted. The businessman who’d blackmailed her into this whole thing in the first place. This was what it was all about. She felt the scale tip, and for the first time it was in her favor.
He wasn’t gentle, but she didn’t want him to be. She loved every minute of it, of watching him lose all that rigid control. She’d had enough of his noble bullshit. Whatever his reasons for treating her with kid gloves—being his sisters’ best friend, or because he’d known her as a sad, screwed-up little brat—it didn’t matter anymore. This was what it came down to. This was what he really wanted from her.
Cuddles and terms of endearments hadn’t been part of the deal when he’d forced her into this. Those things confused a straightforward agreement.
She gripped his hips when she felt him swell in her mouth, sucked harder when he tried to pull out right before he came.
He tightened his fingers in her hair when he realized what she wanted.
Those solid thigh muscles trembled, and he moaned deep and low. “Ah, fuck, baby.” Then he shot hot and hard against the back of her throat. She swallowed the load as best as she could, sucking and licking until he began to soften in her mouth. She gave him one last lick, then smiled up at him.
Head bowed, his hair hung across his forehead and his wide chest pumped in an effort to calm his beating heart. A small grin lifted one side of his mouth, and he reached down to brush light fingers across her jaw. “Thank you.”
She stood but had nowhere to go with the wall at her back. “What’s the point of having a sex slave if you don’t utilize her talents?”
He caught her around the waist, hauled her in close, and kissed the top of her head. Then he rested his forehead against hers. “If I didn’t have to get to work early, I’d be utilizing a hell of a lot more than your mouth.”
Finally!
He reached around her and turned on the shower. “I just need one more taste before I leave.”
Chapter Ten
Deacon stared out his office window. He’d lost it this morning, happily. Jesus, that mouth. Just when he thought he had things between him and Alex under control, she went and turned the tables on him.
The phone on his desk started ringing, and he snatched it up. “What is it, Jessica?”
“I have an Alex on the phone for you, sir. Sorry, she won’t give me her last name. She said it’s important.”
He didn’t need a mirror to know a stupid grin had spread across his face. “Put her through.”
He put the phone on speaker and sat back in his chair. “This is a surprise.”
“Yeah, hey. Um…sorry to hassle you at work.”
Jesus, he loved the sound of her voice—it had a low, husky quality that made him hard just hearing it. But he also hadn’t missed the underlying hesitation in her tone. Even though he was sure it was nothing, he found himself gripping the edge of his desk, anxiety chasing away the shot of lust like a dunk in the Arctic Ocean. “Don’t apologize. You can call me anytime you want. Hearing your voice has improved an otherwise shitty day.”
Alex was silent for several seconds, and he cringed. Too much? The woman was driving him insane. She was like a skittish foal—get too close and she’d dance right out of reach.
“I have to cancel our plans for tonight.”
He sat forward in his seat. “No.” The word left his lips before he could stop himself.
“What do you mean, ‘no’?”
“I won’t let you cancel, Alex. We have an agreement.” Not after the small step forward he’d made with her, the way she’d come after him, taken him into her mouth, the teasing, the way she’d looked at him. His chest squeezed. He’d barely resisted telling her how he felt, those three words so close to spilling from his lips when she’d sat back, still on her knees at his feet, and smiled up at him.
No. He wouldn’t let her try to put distance between them again.
“What’s so important, Deke? Do you really need me to sit there with you while you drone on to some old stiff about stuff I don’t understand? Really?”
He clenched his fists. “I thought we could stay in tonight. Just you and me.”
Silence. “Right. So it’s nothing important then?”
“Jesus.” Did she really feel that way? Was spending time alone with him so god-awful?
The phone crackled, the sound muffled, and then he heard her tell someone she wouldn’t be long. One of his sisters, no doubt. “Look, it’s crazy busy here at the garage. I don’t have time for a drawn-out discussion. How much?”