He slipped his hands under her ass and leaned in, licking and sucking, kissing her, holding her to his mouth. Stiffening his tongue, he pushed inside, fucking her that way until she writhed beneath him, moaning his name. Her fingers tugged hard at his hair, one minute trying to pull him away, the next she would shove his face against her and grind her hips, seeking release. His little viper was still fighting it, even though he knew this was what she wanted.

He pressed his dick into the mattress in an attempt to ease the ache and couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into it. He pulled back before he ended up humping the thing.

“Look at me, Alex.” Her eyes fluttered open, lips parted and red from biting them. “Play with your tits for me, baby.”

She didn’t hesitate and squeezed her perfect breasts, pinching the dark peaks. When she tugged at the barbell there and gasped, he almost came in his pants.

Replacing his tongue with his fingers, he thrust in and out of her, so tight and slick, then sucked hard on her clit. Her thighs trembled and her moans got louder. Then she bucked and cried out, coming hard against his mouth. He removed his fingers, then sucked and licked at her until he’d wrung every last tremor from her body. When she collapsed back, panting, he dropped his head against her thigh and tried to get his shit together.

Jesus. She was going to kill him.

Chapter Five

Boneless, Alex lay in a heap on Deacon’s bed. The mattress dipped, and he settled beside her, his hand coming to rest on her belly, then trailing up to her breast. He squeezed gently. “All right?”

Eyes trained on the ceiling, as if his crown molding was the most interesting thing she’d ever seen, she avoided his gaze. Her resistance was failing big-time. Deke had made her come hard enough to pass the hell out, and she already wanted him again, wanted him inside her.

“Alex?”

“Yeah. I’m good.” Wet heat surrounded her nipple, followed by some teasing suction. She moaned, her hand threading through his now scruffy hair, like it had a mind of its own. He continued to tongue her piercing carefully, knowing how tender she must be.

“I need to know you enjoy what I’m doing to you.”

She expected him to strip and finish what he’d started, but he didn’t seem in any hurry as he trailed his fingers down her body, cupping her between the legs. She automatically spread her thighs wider, giving him better access when he grazed lightly over her sensitive clit, then dipped inside.

He made a rough sound at the back of his throat and pressed in deeper.

“Deacon…ahh.” Back arching, she bucked against his hand.

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?” Her voice was thin, needy.

“Making you come.”

He added another finger, thrusting in and out of her. She was wet, embarrassingly so. But when his thumb joined the party, pressing against her clit, she couldn’t bring herself to care. “Again? Jesus.” She groaned as her hips moved of their own volition, riding his hand.

Deacon loomed over her, watching her with hungry eyes. “Yes, again.”

He curled his fingers so they brushed that magic spot inside every time he pumped them deep, then dragged them back out. “Ahh.” She lost all control over her vocal cords as the exquisite sensations built steadily, moaning and gasping, and shit…begging for it.

“That’s it, come for me. Come all over my fingers. Let me feel you squeeze them tight, sweetheart.”

The endearment pierced her chest and pushed her over the edge far too quickly. Deacon watched her the whole time, never taking his eyes off her. He looked wild, panting, his sweat-slicked chest pumping hard with every ragged breath. His obvious desire for her made her come harder, longer.

When she collapsed back, he dropped down beside her and rolled her into his side, tucking her in close. “I could watch you come all night,” he whispered.

Memories swamped her of their night together six months ago. She hadn’t told him she loved him, but it had been there in every touch. She hadn’t had sex with him—no, after he’d made her scream his name, she’d pushed him back on the bed and made love to him. Humiliation heated her skin. Had he seen it? Was he using her feelings for him to get what he wanted? That thought hurt more than anything else.

“Talk to me,” he said, raising up on an elbow and brushing her hair back so he could see her face. She noted absently that whiskers had already sprung up, darkening his strong jaw. It suited him. A lot.

“If we’re going to fuck, you need to get on with it. I have to get back before Rusty and Piper wonder where I am.” She was trying to draw Mr. Chill back out; instead he smiled down and brushed his lips against hers.

“We’re not fucking, Alex, not tonight.”

What? She could feel his giant boner against her hip, so she knew he wanted her. It’s not like he could hide it. What was he playing at? Had she done something wrong? Then she got pissed at herself for giving a crap. She rubbed at the sting in her chest.

“Right.” She tried to pull away, to get out of his bed, to get the hell out of there, but he held her tight against him. “I need to leave, Deacon.”

“Not yet. I want to hold you for a while.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“It is now.”

She squirmed, trying to get some distance between them, but he threw a heavy thigh over hers, tangling their legs together, trapping her. It was hopeless. “You can’t just change the goddamn rules.”

He nuzzled her throat and ran his hands down her body and over her hip to squeeze her ass. “They’re my rules. I can do whatever I like. Now shut up and let me cuddle you.”

“I don’t cuddle.”

“You’ll get used to it. I like to hold a woman after I make her come. Not that you’d know, since the last time I had you in my bed, you ran away.”

She didn’t want to think about that night anymore, and she didn’t like the fact that he’d brought it up and thrown it in her face, either. Then a vision of Deacon snuggling with the Barbie from his office flashed through her mind. He’d said he hadn’t slept with her. Was he telling the truth? Could she believe him? Had he had that woman here, in this bed?

Shit. She had to get out of here. She increased her struggle to get free, but he just held tighter.

“You’re not going to win, so stop fighting me. And for God’s sake, relax. Cuddling is no fun if the person you’re holding feels like rigor mortis has set in.”

He massaged her shoulders and nibbled behind her ear. The bastard knew she liked it when he did that, had been using it against her all night. What was he playing at? His dick was still hard as iron and pressed against her ass through his trousers, but apparently they weren’t going to have sex, and now he wanted to cuddle? “What are you doing, Deacon?”

“I already told you. Now shh.”

Legs still tangled with hers, he tightened his heavy arms around her, pulling her in closer. His belt buckle was hard and cool against her waist, a stark contrast to the heat of his bare chest. If this was going to be part of the deal, she had to think of a way to get out of it before it was too late. Her heart didn’t care about deals and casual sex, and she couldn’t afford to go there, especially not with him.

She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to control the flip-flopping in her belly. Who was she kidding? Her heart couldn’t be any more involved if she ripped it from her chest and handed it to him decorated with a big red bow. He owned it, had for the last nine years.

The only way to get out of this was to buy the building from him, and they didn’t have that kind of money.

She needed him to go back to cold and distant. At least then she could stay pissed and ignore how much she wanted him, how painful she knew it would be when all of this ended. Jesus, she was so far in over her head it wasn’t funny.