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“Oh, no you don’t.” Alex climbed out of bed, legs still shaky from what he’d just done to her, and walked to the bathroom door. She gathered her courage and pushed it open.
Her breath stuck in her throat when she saw him. Legs braced apart, boxers shoved down just enough to free his massive erection. He worked himself. Fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, sliding up and down the hard length.
Every muscle was bunched tight, abs rigid, thighs rock solid.
He hadn’t seen or heard her, too focused on getting off fast. Head thrown back, eyes closed, biting his bottom lip as he thrust into his fist. She didn’t have to think about it; she moved in behind him and wrapped her arms around his, covering his hand with her own. “Let me.”
He stilled, then shuddered. “Alex.”
Hand never leaving his cock, she moved around to face him. He looked almost panicked. God, she wanted him to lose control; she didn’t want this, whatever the hell this was.
Leaning in, she circled one of his flat nipples with her tongue, then nipped gently. He sucked in a rough breath.
“So far this deal has been one-sided. I’ve gotten the new clothes, the orgasms, and instead of letting me get you off, you’ve hidden in the bathroom and taken care of yourself.
I want to take care of you, Deacon. Let me.” She pointed at herself. “Sex slave, remember.” Squeezing his cock to stop whatever he was going to say, she took over stroking him fully. “Is this better than your own hand?”
He groaned. “Yes.”
“Thought so, but I think I can go one better.” She dropped to her knees in front of him. The desperate need in his eyes when he looked down at her made her heart skip a beat. It’s just sex. She kept their stares locked when she leaned in and licked the tip. Deacon bucked and reached for the wall for support.
“Yum, tasty,” she purred.
“Jesus.”
Then she took him into her mouth and sucked his beautiful cock as hard and deep as she could. She cupped his heavy balls, massaging, and he groaned, widening his stance to give her better access. He threaded his fingers through her hair, holding it back. His expression changed, eyes hot, control gone. He flexed his hips, pushing deeper into her mouth.
Yes!
“That’s it. Let me fuck that sexy mouth. Take it. Take all of me.”
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?”
