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already got you over a barrel here. Might as well make use of it and see what that firm little body can take.”
    He zipped down his pants. The second I caught sight of that thick spear of his, my legs spread on their own. I wanted it so bad. That was Deacon's real strength.
    “Oh, no, darlin'. You go on enjoying the view.”
    He flipped me over, grabbed a thick knot of my hair and pulled me up. My thighs ran slick with anticipation.
    I was just another piece of furniture. Geometric, bare and ready to be used.
    Very gently, he pushed himself into my slit. I cried out, and he froze
    “You ok, sweetheart?” His voice warmed.
    “God, no.” I flailed back, and cupped his own solid rear. “Take me deeper.”
    There might have been more words that night, but I didn’t hear them. He started pounding me, slamming my legs into the back of the sofa, pulling me tighter by the hair. The city lights scattered into a constellation as my vision went blurry.
    I came hard around him, once and twice and then who knows how many times after that. He finished in me, but we only lay there a couple minutes longer before he spun me around for a kiss and carried me off into the dark of the bedroom.
    I showed him what my mouth could. I showed him what my hands could wring out. I showed him how much strength I had.
    I showed myself all these things I never even knew I possessed. Was it my strength or his? It didn't matter at all that night.
    Sometime before dawn, we lay side by side, surprisingly dry and toasty. He lay stroking my head, and said, “Christ, I think I’m gonna have to call that a draw.”
    I smiled and nuzzled deeper into his neck. Sleep dropped fast on me like a curtain.
    I deserved a night like this with a guy who I didn’t have to think about. What use was freedom, if I couldn’t indulge in a little sin? Heck, if this was sin, sign me up for horns and a pitchfork.
    Some men were dark deep down. But under his suit and jacket, this man was no monster. All that draw was this sculpted body, curled up around me, no more no less. He might hold me tight now, but he was just as spent as I was.
    So it was fine.
    Besides, it was just one night.
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    Deacon
    The phone did not make a damn peep the whole night. Not that I would have noticed, gasping and sweating and thrusting in Kerry or after I passed out tangled with her. But when I groaned awake in the morning, the blank screen confirmed it. Even my e-mail only showed the new airline booking from Demetri.
    It was a true miracle. Even the universe played in moves and countermoves. Stranding me in Chicago and delaying my meeting, but then granting me a night of untarnished bliss with this succulent angel.
    Her soft, round face looked sweet in slumber. Her dark hair had settled behind her, only barely frayed from my grip last night.
    I considered steaming her awake in the shower, but she looked like an art exhibit, those juicy limbs strewn across the wrinkled sheets.
    Fucked girl in repose , by D. Stone.
    Yeah, I could probably get this up at the Met. Thought that wasn't saying much, considering we had a wing under our name in New York and Houston. I'd suffered many an evening there in futile attempts to impress my father. I should get something out of it.
    Then again, I didn't want to share her with the world.
    Five minutes passed with me just watching her chest rise and fall before I forced myself to rise. I found my clothes in a heap by the couch, and put on enough to go a level down. It was time to wake up the boys.
    I hit the elevator button and glanced out. The clouds lay thick as a blanket, but the windows were dry. Too bad. A full day with no distractions between Kerry and me but room service sounded exceptionally fine.
    Her face lingered in my mind. Not the night, but what came before. She had certainly been eager once we got started, but boy had she put up a fight. Not just the petty resistance of the high society Dallas girls that my mother set me up with. No