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She took a step back before she realized what she was doing. God, she wanted everything he’d just said, all of it. “Deacon…” She didn’t know how to finish. What the hell
did you say after that?
But then he gritted his teeth, suddenly looking pissed. “The first time, all those years ago…I was young. We were young. I had plans, and you didn’t fit into them. I’m sorry I hurt you. But we were just kids.”
Oh, age was the issue now, timing? Neither of those things had mattered when he’d proposed to Emily a few weeks after popping her cherry. He’d run from Axle Alley so fast the only thing she’d had to remember him by were the skid marks he’d left on the road as he’d sped away.
He didn’t get it; how much he’d crushed her. She didn’t think he ever would. She hadn’t fit his plans then, and she sure as hell didn’t now. She’d been good enough for a quick fuck and some mild amusement, but when it came time to settle down, he’d chosen the complete opposite of her. In his eyes, she would never be good enough. “Deflower any more virgins lately?”
He hissed out a frustrated breath. “No, you were the only one.”
“Lucky me.”
He moved in, crowding her, out of patience. “Have you made your decision?”
If she had any pride at all, she’d tell him to go screw himself, but her body was more than happy with the idea of handing itself over to this man. To let him use her as he liked in exchange for keeping their garage. God, she was pathetic. “I’ll do it.”
He smiled and looked so much like his teenage self, her heart hurt. “Good choice.”
She crossed her arms. “As soon as the three months are up, it’s over, right?”
“That was the agreement.”
The guy was giving her frostbite. He’d use her until he’d had his fill and then move on to the next without a backward glance. “I have one more condition.”
His gaze sharpened. “Name it.”
“I want you to sign the building over to Piper and Rusty.”
“When you’ve fulfilled your end of the bargain, and proven to me this business is solid, I’ll be happy to.”
She had no doubt in three months the business would be more than solid. “Well…good, then.”
He ran his thumb across her lower lip. “I have a condition of my own.”
“What more could you want?”
He leaned in, buried his nose in her hair, and inhaled. “God, I love the way you smell.” His lips brushed her skin when he spoke, and she had to fight not to turn in to him, not to seek out that amazing mouth. “Exclusivity. No one touches you but me. And I want you on the pill, no condoms.”
She was struggling to breathe. “I’m already on the pill.” This was so weird, talking about this stuff like a business transaction, no emotions involved—not on his part, at least. “I’ve never had sex without a rubber. Does that suit you?”
He dipped his head. “I’m clear as well.”
She wanted to take a step back, to get some breathing room. It felt like he’d sucked every bit of oxygen from her tiny apartment.
His fingers squeezed her hips. “I have a dinner tomorrow night. You’ll be coming with me.”
Then his hands were everywhere, stroking her skin, gripping her hip, then moving up to run through her hair. She couldn’t take much more. “Fine.”
“I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“I’d rather meet you somewhere. I don’t want Rusty or Piper seeing us together and getting the wrong idea.”
He looked like he wanted to argue but fought the impulse. “You can meet me at my apartment.”
There was no warning, no lead-up, he just leaned in and kissed her. His firm, warm mouth landed on hers, and she was defenseless against the onslaught. His tongue slipped between her lips and moved over hers with slow, deep licks. Her sex contracted with each caress, making her hot, wetter in an instant.
He gripped her hips and brought her up against him, grinding his erection into her. A low moan slipped past his lips. “You’re so goddamn perfect, Alex.” His hands moved to her ass, squeezing, and pulled her in tighter, lifting her slightly so she could feel him right where she wanted him.
