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CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Olivia was struck speechless. She had seen Deacon’s naked body before, but both times had been too brief for her to truly appreciate the splendor. His shoulders were broad. His biceps bunched. And his chest defined and sprinkled with dark hair. Hair that bisected a hard, flat stomach and ended in a display of virile manhood that left Olivia more breathless than her tightly laced corset. If she had thought his penis was big the first time she’d seen it, that was nothing compared to how it looked now. This time it was fully erect and boldly jutted from his body. Just looking at it caused wet heat to flood the spot between her legs.
“So have you changed your mind?”
At Deacon’s words she glanced up and met his gaze. The uncertainty she saw there surprised her. She’d expected him to be as controlling in bed as he was in life. Instead he seemed hesitant and vulnerable. Which gave her confidence.
She shook her head, then leaned back on the desk and slowly spread her legs. “Have you changed yours?”
A growl came from deep in his chest, and in less than a second he’d stepped between her legs and was kissing her hungrily. He tasted like the richest of coffee—dark, strong, and flavorful—and he affected her the same way. Adrenaline surged as her brain focused on every place he touched.
The heat of his fingers in her hair. The slide of his tongue in her mouth. The strength of his thighs against the inside of hers. But mostly she focused on the brush of his erect penis against her hot center. The nudge of smooth, moist tip had her hips lifting and her legs wrapping around his waist. There was a brief, heavenly breach of her womanhood before he groaned and pulled back.
“Wait, baby,” he breathed as he opened the condom. But before he could slip it on, she sat up and took it from him, fisting him in her hand as she slid it over the tip. She stroked his length until he moaned, then guided him home.
With his eyes closed and sweat beading on his forehead, he took his time, easing in inch by stiff inch. But she didn’t want restraint. She wanted Deacon unleashed. She wanted him hard. And she wanted him deep. Hooking her heels around his waist, she thrust her hips up and took him whole. Deeply embedded, he flung his head back and gave her exactly what she wanted. His next thrust was hard and deep. As was the one after. And the one after that.
He gripped her hips and took control, and she let him, giving herself more freely than she had ever given herself before. When the orgasm hit, she felt like a bolt of satin being unfurled. She soared. Billowed. Then drifted down in shimmery waves. Above her, Deacon blurred, and the last thing she remembered before she lost consciousness was his passion-filled eyes.
She blinked awake to find the passion replaced with concern as he tapped her cheek with his hand.
“Breathe, Livy, breathe.”
She tried to obey, but couldn’t. There was no oxygen left in the air. Just Deacon. Sexy, disheveled Deacon. She smiled and closed her eyes, but then opened them again when he jerked her to a sitting position.
“Damn it, Olivia! How the hell do you get this thing off?” He fumbled with the ribbon on the corset. Finally he gave up, jerked open the top drawer of the desk, pulled out a pair of scissors, and carefully, but efficiently, snipped it off her. The rush of air that filled her lungs was a relief. She sucked in a good three gulps before she noticed the ruined corset.
Thinking about all the work she’d put into it, her heart sank. “I guess it’s too late to tell you that the actual laces are in the back?”
“Jesus,” he whispered before he pulled her into his arms. “You scared the shit out of me.” Okay, so maybe a ruined corset wasn’t that big a deal. She smiled against his hard chest as he rubbed her back in soothing circles. “Are you okay? Do I need to call an ambulance?”
“Now that would set the office to gossiping. Not to mention the tabloids.” She couldn’t help but run her tongue over the nipple that topped his defined pectoral muscle. He tasted a little sweaty and a whole lot sexy. And when his nipple beaded, she took a little nibble.
His hand stopped rubbing. “You should know by now that I don’t care what people think.”
She did know that. It was just another thing she liked about him. Once he’d made a decision, he went with it. To hell with what anyone thought. Which pretty much explained what she was doing on his desk wearing nothing but purple high heels. For some reason Deacon had decided that he wanted her. And she had easily fallen in with his plans.
She waited for the guilt and self-condemnation to set in, but all she felt was happy. Happy. Content. And extremely satisfied. A thought struck her, and she stopped brushing her lips over his nipple and pulled back. “Did you come?”
His eyes looked desire-drugged and confused. “What?”
“Before I passed out, did you reach orgasm?”
He blinked. “The way your mind works is truly confusing. Yes, I came. But it would’ve been even better if the woman who gave me the amazing orgasm hadn’t stopped breathing.”
The amazing made her feel light-headed all over again. “Amazing?”
He grinned. “Damn amazing.”
Her gaze lowered. For a man who had just had an orgasm, he looked raring to go again. And just the sight of his hard, smooth length had her not far behind. “Well,” she said as she took him in hand, “I guess we could try it again without the corset.”
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One of the nice things about having sex with the boss was that you didn’t have to worry about getting in trouble for missing work. Although once Olivia was completely sated by three orgasms, she couldn’t help bringing work up.
“So have Jason and Kelly discovered anything else odd about the accounts? I would ask Kelly, but she seems to have switched loyalties.”
Deacon adjusted a throw pillow under his head and then caught Olivia before the movement caused her to roll off the edge of the narrow couch. “I hate this damned couch. We should’ve gone to my office.”
