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Deacon bit back a curse. This woman was going to be the death of him, either he’d explode, or Cowboy would kill him. At the moment he couldn’t bring himself to care. She hadn’t been wrong when she’d pointed out that they were both old enough to make their own decisions. Nearly every word she said took him to the edge of his control, but when she’d insinuated that she wanted him to spank her, that snapped the thin belt of resistance he’d had left.

Placing his hands under her ass, he lifted her against him as he stood, then carried her into the bedroom. Thank fuck he already knew where it was.

“I may make you regret that smart mouth,” he growled as he stepped into the bedroom. The bed was just the way he’d last seen it this morning. Mussed from where she’d gotten up, then disappeared into the bathroom. He dropped her on the mattress and shrugged out of his vest.

“Do your best. I dare you.” She grinned up at him and reached for the hem of her shirt, whipping it over her head as if she’d just been waiting for the moment.

Deacon tossed his vest across the back of the chair in the corner, then sat and unlaced his boots, his gaze never leaving her and the beautiful round breasts she’d just bared to him. He wanted touch her, to cup those breasts and tease the pretty pink tips, but knew he had to get out of his boots first or he’d fuck her with them on and that wasn’t the way to treat her. No. Lisa deserved better.

And he was just the one to show that to her.

“You look like you’ve found just what you want.” Her voice had dropped an octave and come out low and sultry. She trailed one hand along the side of her boob, teasing him.

His hands fumbled on his boot laces.

“But maybe there’s something else you’d like even better.” Before he had an idea what she was doing, she shimmied out of the tiny shorts she’d been wearing and moved until she knelt on the bed, much like she’d sat on his lap in the other room. Her weight rested on her heels and her knees were spread, giving him a perfect view of nearly her entire body. And oh, what a body it was. Not the too thin that was so popular these days but rounded in all the right places.

Her hand appeared again, sliding down her body, teasing him as it skimmed the same skin he wanted to touch, to lick, to taste, maybe even bite. It skimmed down between her legs, covering the thin patch of hair that only barely hid her pussy from him then disappearing between the lips there.

He froze. Waiting. Was she really doing what he thought she was?

Her breath caught, leaving him with no doubt what she was up to.

“Stop,” he went to work on his laces again as he gave the order. If she wanted to play like this, so could he. “Open them up and let me see.”

Her fingers spread, opening her vulva, and showing him the sweet pink lips and the erect nub of her clit.

“Stay just like that.” He didn’t take his eyes off her but went to work on his laces with both hands until he could peel his boots off. He dropped them right there then went to his knees next to the bed. “Don’t move.” He eased her knees apart until he could get his shoulders between them then lowered his mouth to where her fingers still held herself open for him.

One quick flick of his tongue over her clit then he moved his focus elsewhere.

Deacon licked and teased her, dipping his tongue, then his fingers into her pussy. Lisa cried out, moaned, and begged for more, but he wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted, not yet. After a moment, her hand disappeared. He didn’t care where it went. He was too lost in her taste.

Fingers combed through his hair then tugged. He liked that way more than he should. She cried out again, and her fingers in his hair curled against his scalp. He curled his fingers until he felt that little spot. The way Lisa tensed, her body clenching and fluttering around his fingers told him he’d found the right spot.

“Oh, there. Please. Please. Please.” She didn’t seem to know what she was begging for, or maybe she did. And he planned to give it to her.

He brought his mouth back to her clit and used it and his fingers together to bring her to a screaming climax.

Deacon sat back on heels, gazing up the long line of Lisa’s body where she’d let herself fall back against the bed. She lay there now, gasping for breath as her body slowly relaxed. After a few moments she lifted her head enough to grin at him.

“Damn you’re good at that. I could let you do it every day. But come here.” She crooked one finger at him.

Curious, he moved up the bed, bracing his hands on either side of her as he bent down over her. She fisted a hand in the cotton of his t-shirt and pulled him closer until she could stretch up and cover his mouth in a searing kiss. When she broke, pulled back, she gazed up at him with hungry eyes.

“Now it’s my turn. Strip.” She let him go, and when he stood and peeled his shirt off, she moved. Rolling to her knees, she gave him an amazing view of her ass that made him want to grab hold and squeeze. She crawled to the head of the bed as he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to pool at his feet.

A mental image of him bending her over her kitchen counter and driving into flashed into his mind but he pushed it away. Maybe eventually but not now.

She opened a drawer, pulled something out and turned back to face him.

“Are you waiting for something?”

That spurred him into action. Deacon stepped out of the pile of denim and crawled his way up the bed to her, eager to see what she had in mind.

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