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“Thank you, Senator.” A bubble of emotion catches in the back of my throat. I choke it back before the tears start fall. Keep it together Amelia. His hand rests on the curve of my hip and it sends a rush of guilt through my body. The well-placed stitchingholding me together is beginning to tear, and I realize I can’t go through with this.
Just as I’m about to push him away, Deacon comes bursting through the door, dragging two security guards behind him. He manages to shake them off, and they lunge for him again, but they are no match against Deacon and his fierce left hook. They both end up back in the hallway on the floor wincing in pain. He turns his attention back to me, pushing the Senator out of his way as he stalks over to me. My breath hitches when his hand cups my chin. His touch makes me feel whole again.
“You can’t just barge in here,” the Senator barks.
Deacon lets out a frustrated growl. He pulls out a wad of cash from his wallet and stuffs it in the Senator’s breast pocket. “This should cover what you paid for your session.” He grabs the Senator by the arm and roughly shoves him out the door, slamming the heavy wood in his face. He slowly stalks over to me. His dark hooded eyes send a chill down my spine.
“Deacon, what are you doing here?” I stutter, taking a few steps back.
“I came here for you, Amelia. Since you walked out, I haven’t been able to function without you. There is this huge gaping hole in my chest.” He grabs my hand and places it over his heart. The soft rhythm matches my own.
“Deacon, I…”
He presses his fingers to my lips, stopping me from protesting. “You don’t get to talk right now.” He guides me back toward the wall as he speaks, “I’m sorry for what I said in Vegas. I was being an asshole, but what I’m not sorry for is telling you that I love you and that I want you to come home with me to Chicago. You are my end game, Amelia. I need you in my corner, and I don’t care what delusional ideas you have in that head of yours as to why we won’t work. I want you, and I will take you kicking and screaming out of this fucking house if I have to.”
My back presses against the wall. Deacon’s hand still rests over my mouth. His words are making my head spin. He came back for me. He really loves me and, as much as my heart is going to hate this, I love him too.
“You’re mine, Amelia.” His hand reaches around my back and unclasps my bra, his fingers gliding between my breasts as the fabric falls to the floor. My body instantly melts against his touch. My eyes flutter closed as his thumb brushes over my nipple, working it into a hard peak. “See, even your body knows it belongs to me.”
The emptiness that has plagued me all day is slowly filling with every touch of his hands. I need more. I want to feel his bare flesh against mine, taking me, owning me. I want nothing more than to be his. I can see it so clearly now.
He moves his hand away from my mouth. “Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?” he asks with a look of hope in his eyes.
“Where you go, I go,” I say with a confident breath. “Take me home Deacon.”
EPILOGUE ONE
Amelia
“Amelia, baby, get that gorgeous ass out here,” Deacon calls out. So impatient. Oh yeah, Deacon is going to love me in this, I say to myself as I snap the final clasp on my white lace garter to the silk stockings adorning my legs. I scrutinize myself one last time in the mirror. This new line of lingerie I designed is beautiful and feels amazing on my body. My customers are going to go crazy for it.
I opened my lingerie shop six months ago in Chicago. The shop has done far better than I ever could have imagined. My designs have been flying off the racks. This came as no surprise to Deacon. He has been incredibly supportive through this whole process. He’s also been patient with me while I adjust to my new life with him in Chicago. My time at Magnolia will always be a part of who I am, but I realize now that I was just hiding out there. I didn’t know where my life was heading. One of the bright spots that did come from working at the brothel was, of course, Deacon, my Saint. He sees the beauty in my flaws and loves me for all that I am. I don’t need hundreds of men dropping to their knees for me when I have one man who is worth more than athousand men. He’s the only man worth getting on my knees for. The only man worthy of my heart.
“Okay, ready or not, here I come.” I slide open the curtain to the dressing room and step out, doing a little spin. “This is a part of the bridal collection we are going to start selling. So, what do you think?” I ask, resting my hands on my hips.
The phone in Deacon’s hand falls to the floor. His eyes darken with hunger as he drinks the view in. “I’ve never seen virginal white look so sinful before,” he says with a sexy panty-melting grin.
“You think everything I wear is sinful, Mr. Saint.”
“That’s what happens when the woman wearing it is sexy as fuck.” He stalks across the dressing room, stopping right in front of me. His powerful body towers over me, sending a wave of desire straight to my pussy. “You know what would make this look even sexier?” His fingers hook inside my thong, ripping it clean off my body. With nimble fingers, he opens the clasp on the front of my bra, letting the palms of his hands glide over my bare breasts as he removes the lace. One hand moves to the top of my thigh, popping open each clasp one by one. He sinks to his knees, lips tasting my inner thigh as he slowly slides one stocking off then moves to my other leg, leaving a trail of hot kisses along my skin.
“Now you’re perfect.” He grins up at me. Leaving me standing there in nothing but my garter, he leans in, kissing my wet pussy lips, tongue swirling around my clit. I can’t believe this is my life. I have the same gorgeous man in my bed every night, loving me, fucking me, treating me like a queen. Every day with Deacon is an adventure. Him eating me out in the middle of my shop is high on the list of incredible adventures. Knowing Deacon, he will have that topped by the end of the night.
“I see my fashion show only made it to one outfit before you had to fuck me,” I giggle between moans.
“You should not be surprised by this babe. My dick is always at the ready to fuck this pretty pussy.” He catches me in his gaze as he flattens his tongue, licking the length of my pussy.
“Then you better whip that bad boy out right the fuck now,” I demand. All his teasing has me horny as fuck.
Deacon sits back on the leather bench in the middle of the room, and unzips his pants, pulling out his already hard cock. My tongue glides across my lips, watching the beads of pre-cum dripping down his shaft. I step between his legs and turn my back to him, wiggling my ass close to his face. He leans in, sinking his teeth into my left cheek, making me squeal. His hands take purchase of my hips, positioning me over his cock. Slowly, I sink down on his thick length until he fills me to the hilt. That first thrust of his cock is almost my undoing. He envelops me in his arms, and I am home. I started out as Deacon’s lucky charm, now he has become mine.
EPILOGUE TWO
Deacon
Six years Later
“I can’t believe we made him,” Amelia coos, while nursing our son, Romeo. Just a day ago, it was just the two of us and now we have a beautiful baby boy. I’m a father. Six years ago, I never imagined this is how my life would go. A wife and kids were not what I thought I deserved. That was until I met my Amelia. She is the light of my life. My home. We had our fair share of difficulties at the beginning of our relationship. Now we are stronger than ever.
