He looped a claiming arm around my waist and pulled me closer, the caveman in action for Todd’s benefit. “I figured you probably skipped lunch again, so I stopped by with a sub on my way to the bar.”
My stomach let out an embarrassingly loud growl at the mention of food, but I was suddenly too hungry to care. “Crap, is it after lunch already?”
Deacon shot me a crooked smirk. “Babe, it’s after three.”
“Damn,” I muttered, snatching the plastic bag from his hands and peeking inside. “Ooh! Turkey and swiss! Did you—”
“I told them easy on the lettuce, heavy on the mayo,” he answered, already knowing exactly what I was going to ask.
“God, you’re such a lifesaver. I saw two sandwiches. Does that mean you get to stay for a bit?”
“Just a little while. Then I’ve got to get to work.”
Willing to take however much time with him I could get, I gave him another peck and turned back for my desk, only to jerk to a stop since I’d momentarily forgotten that Deacon and I had company. “Oh, Todd. This is my boyfriend, Deacon. Deac, this is Todd. A coworker of mine,” I added, hoping to drive the point home to Todd that nothing was ever going to happen between us.
Deacon stood there, staring blankly as Todd sized him up. And being the arrogant ass he was, from the look on Todd’s face I could tell he was under the mistaken impression that he was better. He couldn’t have been more wrong.
I spoke to get his attention back on me, and hopefully hurry him out the door. “Is there anything else you needed, Todd?”
He picked up the documents I’d just signed and turned back to me with a slimy smile. “No, Fiona. That’s it. For now.” He began to leave, but not before stopping just beside Deacon and glancing back at me over his shoulder. “And let me know about that drink. You’ve got my number.”
Then he was gone, closing the door behind him.
The asshole.
Deacon’s eyes went from the door to me. One brow quirked up as he asked, “You’ve got his number?”
With a roll of my eyes, I started pulling the food out and setting it on the desk. “Everyone here has each other’s numbers. They’re all listed on the employee database.” I took a seat on the desk to face him as he sat in the plush chair in front of me. I passed him his sandwich and began unwrapping my own.
“There something with that guy I should know about?” Deacon asked before taking a bite of his own lunch.
“Nope,” I replied after swallowing a mouthful of the best sandwich in Seattle. “Like I said, he’s just a coworker.”
I shoved another huge bite in my mouth, my stomach thankful for the sustenance. Lately, all I’d been eating at work was whatever shitty, several-days-stale junk I could get from the break room vending machine. If I had to eat one more PowerBar or bag of pretzels, I was likely to stab someone in the eye.
“You know he wants to fuck you, right?”
I choked on a piece of turkey I’d just swallowed and had to cough to clear the way for air. Once I could breathe normally, I told him, “He’s harmless, Deac. He’s just a bit clueless is all. You’ve got nothing to be jealous about,” I added with a teasing wink.
He snorted disdainfully. “You think I’d be jealous of him? That dickless wonder wears enough cologne to choke a horse.”
A giggle burst past my lips as I set my partially eaten sandwich down and kicked off one of my high heels. Running my foot up Deacon’s calf to his thigh, I lowered my voice and said, “Sure sounds like you’re jealous to me.”
My toes encountered the bulge behind his fly, and my breath hitched as I rubbed against his erection, earning myself a ferocious growl from him.
“I see my girl’s in the mood to play.”
“Mmm,” I moaned, pressing harder against his thickening cock. “I can’t help it. You’re just so damn sexy.”
Tossing his lunch to the side, he stood from the chair, dislodging my foot, and came closer, pressing his palms against the desk on either side of my hips. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Always,” I said on a whoosh of air.
He smiled that delicious smile that spoke to all the naughty things he wanted to do to me. “Tell me, Fee. Are you already wet just thinking about it?”
My lips parted to inhale deeply as I nodded, so turned on I was unable to form words. One of his hands moved, coming to rest on the inside of me left thigh. His fingers slowly started trailing up beneath my skirt as he leaned in and whispered, “Let me see.”
I spread my thighs as wide as the tight material would allow and dropped my head back on a gasp as his fingertips whispered across the soaked material. He pressed down, putting pressure on my clit as he hummed appreciatively. “Oh yeah, you’re ready for me. Think you can keep quiet while I take you fast and hard on your desk?”
I smiled wickedly and said, “If I can’t, I’m sure you’ll come up with a creative way to silence me.”
At my challenge, Deacon shoved aside my panties and plunged two fingers inside me. When my lips parted to let out a loud moan, Deacon’s mouth crashed down on mine, swallowing the sound with a searing kiss as he continued to fingerfuck me, pushing me closer and closer to release before I was ready.
He ripped his mouth from mine and stated with a cocky grin, “Oh yeah, I’m sure I can come up with something.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Deacon
I was in a perpetual state of arousal when it came to Fiona. It was bad enough that I couldn’t control my hard-on, but now that Fee was letting her guard down and her inner vixen was coming out, it was so much worse. My dick hadn’t been this out of control since right after I hit puberty.
Her wet heat surrounding my fingers was driving me out of my mind. I couldn’t wait any longer. And from the frantic way she writhed her hips, neither could she.
“Fuck,” I growled. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?”
Her breath hitched as her pussy clenched. “God, Deac. Now. I need you now. Please.”
Christ, I’d never get tired of hearing those words. But I wasn’t done toying with her just yet. Pulling my hand from between her thighs, I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean. “Take me out,” I ordered as I started undoing the buttons of her fancy blouse.
Fiona’s eager hands fumbled at first, but moments later my cock was free. She wrapped her fingers around it, and I had to bite my cheek to stifle my groan as she began jacking me. With her shirt completely undone, I ripped it from her skirt and pushed it open, revealing her perfect tits covered by sexy peach lace. My dick twitched in her hand at the sight of her tight, puckered nipples peeking through the flimsy material.
My eyes traveled back to her face. Fee’s cheeks were pink, her eyes glazed with lust. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to lick her bottom lip as she stared at my hard-on like it was an ice cream cone she couldn’t wait to devour.
“You like my cock, baby?”
“Mmm,” she hummed in affirmative, giving it another stroke.
I was so turned on that I could barely see straight. The hold I had on my control was slipping. “Lie back,” I demanded.
She complied so perfectly. When her back was flat against the desk, I yanked the cups of her bra down and sucked one nipple between my lips. Fiona took in a harsh breath at the sensation. Her back arched and her hands came to my head. The slight scrape of her nails against my scalp sent tingles of pleasure down my spine as I sucked and licked the turgid peak before giving it a gentle bite.
I moved to the other, giving it the same attention while Fee moaned beneath me, circling her hips in need. When I was done, I pulled back to view my handiwork. Her nipples, usually a creamy peach color, were now a deep rosy pink from my ministrations.
From the corner of my eye, I spotted Fiona’s cell phone from her desk and was struck with a brilliant idea. Picking it up, I swiped the screen, bringing it to life, and engaged the camera function so I could take a picture of her luscious tits. Her hazy eyes opened,
her lids only half-mast as she looked up at me.
“What are you doing?”
“This sight’s too good not to photograph.”
She giggled. “With my phone?”
I ran the pad of my thumb across one of the puckered nipples and took another photo when her lips parted and she gasped. “Your phone was closest. I’ll text them to mine when I’m done with you.”
Before she had a chance to say anything else, I jerked her skirt all the way up past her hips and whipped her panties down her legs, stuffing them in the pocket of my jeans as soon as they cleared her sky-high heels.
Then I held the phone in place and clicked as I slowly sank into her, making sure the shot of her pussy taking me was absolutely perfect. The second I was buried as deep as I could get, all thoughts of the camera phone were forgotten. I snapped, lust and desire sending me over the edge.
Dropping the phone onto the desk with a clatter, I pulled out and thrust back in so roughly that Fiona’s body slid up the desk. Her lips parted on an uncontrollable cry, so I put a hand over her mouth as I moved again, pulling out and pushing in brutal and fast.
“I’ll give you slow and sweet later. Right now I need to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for a week.”
Fiona’s eyes rolled back and she began to buck her hips, taking me even harder. Her arms extended above her head to grip the edge of the desk for leverage. I kept one palm over her mouth while the other held on to her waist to keep her in place.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Fuck. You’re so perfect. So. God. Damn. Perfect.” I punctuated each word by driving into her tight pussy.
Uncovering her mouth, I leaned over her, continuing to fuck her as I swallowed her moans and whimpers with a hungry kiss. Lack of oxygen eventually required that I pull back a few inches.
Staring down into her eyes, I asked, “You like how I fuck you?”
“Love it,” she breathed. “God, I love it.”
“You love my cock?”
Her legs came up and circled my waist. “Yes,” she whispered, locking her gaze with mine.
“You love me?”
She pulled in a stuttered breath and answered, “With all my heart.”
My heart swelled so big I wasn’t sure there was enough room for it in my chest. I stood tall, continuing to pump in and out of my girl with everything I had. Sweat beaded along my forehead and started trickling down my spine as I told Fiona, “I love you too, Fee. With all my heart.” I reached between us and pressed my thumb against her clit as I ordered, “Hands over your mouth.”
Once she’d done as I’d told her, I picked up the pace and pinched her clit until the walls of her pussy trembled and convulsed around me. A second later, her entire body arched as she came, her cries muffled by her own hands. I dragged it out as long as I possibly could before the tingle at the base of my spine swelled and burst, creating an explosion of stars behind my eyes as I poured myself into her with muted grunts and groans.
I didn’t know how it was possible, but every time with my Fiona was better than the last.
“You know, it’s kind of uncomfortable walking around with no underwear,” she grumbled once she’d finished cleaning up and getting her clothes and hair back in order.
With a huge grin, I lifted my head from her cell after texting myself the fucking amazing pictures I’d taken. I closed it out and dropped it back on the desk. “You’ll get used to it.”
She rolled her eyes but walked the few feet between us, tipping her head for a kiss. After I gave her what she was silently asking for, she muttered, “Pain in the ass.”
“Yeah. But you love me anyway,” I said with a chuckle.
“I do,” she replied with a teasing huff. Moving back around her desk, she took a seat. “So, you’re working late tonight?”
Resting my hip on the edge of the desk, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Yeah, I’m on until close.”
The pout on her face told me she wasn’t thrilled that we wouldn’t be going to bed together again. With our work schedules this past week, there had been more nights like that than I was happy with.
“What if I come by the bar when I get out of here later this evening? Maybe I could help out again like I did last time.”
My chin jerked back at her suggestion. “Baby, you’ve been working your ass off all week. You’re exhausted. Don’t you remember how beat you were last time you offered to help?”
“Well….” She stopped to think. “I wouldn’t have to wait tables. I could wash dirty glasses or something.”
My face went hard. The thought of her scrubbing dirty dishes set my teeth on edge. She was too good for that. No way in hell. “You aren’t washing dishes, Fee.
“I’m perfectly capable of washing a damn glass, Deacon,” she argued with a roll of her eyes.
“Don’t doubt that. But you’re still not doing it. It’s beneath you.”
She shot to standing, planting her hands on her hips in a pissed-off stance. “You’re being a caveman again. Remember what you told me I should do when you tried to run over me to get your way? Well, I’m about to rip you a new asshole.”
That redheaded fury making a sudden appearance made me smile. “Baby, I’m not trying to run over you to get my way. I’m just telling you how it is. You don’t wash dishes.”
“I wash the dishes at home all the time!” she cried, throwing her arms out in exasperation. “What’s the difference?”
“Let me amend my statement. You don’t wash dishes in my bar. And you seem to be forgetting the fact that when we’re together, I always help out. And technically you don’t wash. You dry. I wash.”
Fiona knew damn good and well that I was right, which was why her face started getting red with anger. If it was just the two of us, she never did shit like that—I did.
“Jeez, Deacon, are we seriously fighting about me washing a few stupid glasses? What’s the big deal?”
I circled the desk and pulled her into my arms, loving how her body felt against mine, like it belonged, like it was made to lean on mine for support. “The big deal is you work hard every single day at this company. You do your part here every day, so when you’re off work, that’s your time to rest. I’ll take the load off as much as I can. That isn’t me trying to be a caveman, baby. That’s me trying to take care of what’s important to me. And in case you haven’t noticed yet, you’re the most important person in my life.”
I knew I had her when her body pressed deeper into me. “It’s really not fair that you get to win this argument by being sweet and awesome.”
Her face lit up at the same time I chuckled and gave her waist a squeeze. “I know!” she exclaimed, smacking her hands on my chest. “I can come and do your books!” Before I could object, which I was about to do, she kept going. “You’re always bitching about all the paperwork that comes with owning The Black Sheep. You hate doing it, so you put it off as long as possible. I’m good with numbers. I’m good with all that stuff, and I actually enjoy doing it. It’s the perfect solution!”
Part of me wanted to tell her no, but she sounded so excited at the thought of doing administrative shit. And she wasn’t wrong. I fucking hated paperwork. So I finally relented. “Fine. You can come by tonight and do my books. Happy?”
She let out a little squeal of delight and clapped. “Very happy.”
Damn, this woman was something else. “Good. Now give me a kiss. I need to get to work.”
Fiona tilted her face back once more, her expression growing soft and warm. When I broke the kiss, the last thing I wanted to do was leave her, but if I wanted to keep my bar in the black and provide for my woman, I had no choice.
“To Jupiter and back again, baby.”
“Around the world and back again, Deacon.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Fiona
It was the night of the Lockharts’ Christmas Eve party, and I was a nervous wreck. It was mine and Deacon’s first time as a couple in front of all our friends and family. Sure, they al
ready knew and said they were happy for us, but this felt different.
For the past few weeks, it had been like Deacon and I were living in our own personal little bubble where nothing from the outside could eek in and infect our private world. It was irrational, but I felt like attending this party together was a huge deal, like it was my time to prove that I really did deserve him after everything I’d put him through.
I spun in a half circle to try and see what the dress I was wearing looked like from behind. “Is this dress too much? It’s too much, isn’t it? Why the hell did I pick red? I should’ve known better. Redheads don’t wear red!”
What the hell had I been thinking? Not only was the dress red, but it was covered in sequins. The neckline dipped in a V that revealed more than a bit of cleavage, and the V at the back was even deeper, making it impossible to wear a bra. The hemline barely hit mid-thigh, making me wonder how I’d be able to sit without flashing my goods to the entire room. The black, round-toed platform Louboutin stilettos on my feet added several inches to my frame. I looked like a club chick who was trying way too damn hard.
“Jesus Christ, Fee. I’ve told you a million times already that you look gorgeous. I feel like I’ve been talking to my damn self.”
I whipped around to where Deacon stood propped in the bathroom doorway and shot him a glare. “You aren’t being a very supportive boyfriend right now.”
Uncrossing his arms to throw them wide, he asked exasperatedly, “How many different times do I have to tell you that you look hot?”
“At least three more,” I snapped.
He rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. “You’ve been bitching about that dress for twenty minutes now. We’re already late, baby. Either change or get your sexy ass in my car.”
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