Trouble in Disguise: 5 (Eclipse Heat) Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    Oh my, yes. She closed her eyes. She’d waited a long time to try this out and planned to take full advantage of the opportunity since it was doubtful she’d ever get another chance to bed him. He cupped her breasts, kneading them and pressing his thumbs against her nipples as he took her mouth in a kiss.
    She’d never tongue-kissed anyone before Deacon tonight. While she tried to get the hang of doing it, he stroked the nubbin of nerves at the top of her cleft, thrusting his hips up and sinking deeper inside of her at the same time. She followed his rhythm and it was what Miri imagined dancing must be like.
    Her sex fisted around Deacon’s cock and her channel squeezed him as her back arched against the tension. Pulling her mouth from his, she gasped in panicked protest.
    “Deacon…” she managed to get out before ecstasy pulsed in her womb. Her hips moved, chasing bliss.
    “Don’t stop, sweetheart,” he growled. He stiffened, tried to stand, sat back down and grabbed her rump, grinding his pelvis into the lips of her sex and sealing them together. She felt the hot pulse of his seed against the walls of her channel.
    It was amazing and scary and not at all like the first time they’d coupled, which had been interesting. This time she was embarrassed, lethargic with pleasure and left feeling vulnerable. She’d clearly misplaced her mind.
    “I lost control,” he muttered.
    Well, all right. He’d lost his head too. She blinked, not realizing until that moment her eyes had been shut tight and she was biting her lip. Her gaze locked with his. He looked stern, forbidding. She still had his cock inside of her. It was awkward.
    “I sure am hungry.” Not knowing what else to say, she eased off him, dropped a napkin over his lap and grabbed his shirt. Retreating to a spot behind the fancy screen, she cleaned herself, again feeling that flush of intense awareness of her body, him and what they’d done.
    As she washed away their mingled emissions she tried to get a grip on her emotions. It had been a momentary aberration. A loss of good sense. Now she’d have to deal with possible repercussions from her insane behavior.
    She tidied herself, pulling on his shirt. He was bare-chested, wearing only pants when she returned to the table. He stood, seating her on the chair as if she were a lady before he dropped a kiss on her head and began filling a plate from the different selections on the serving cart. When he handed it to her, she avoided his gaze.
    “Hope this is pheasant.” Lydia’s chef was famous. Miri had sampled a few bites on her way through the kitchen during the last week and knew it was food like she’d never had before. Flustered by her own feelings, she concentrated on the meal and not the man across the table.
    When she heard the clink of cutlery against china, she risked a peek at him. He’d filled his plate and ate with gusto. She returned to her food, adjusting the way she held her fork to match his.
    Everything was moving along well until he began to question her. She should have known that Deacon McCallister was incapable of setting aside work for pleasure.
    “How do you know Lydia?”
    “What difference does it make?” she mumbled, forgetting to use the seductive voice she’d assigned this role.
    “How long have you been here at the Pleasure Dome? Did Beauregard send you in to scout for him?” He prodded her for more information.
    “Why?” Miri laid her fork down and stared across the table at him. His inquisition ruined the moment and she set aside the impulse to bury her face against his chest and rub her nose in his scent.
    He stood, placing his napkin carefully on his chair. She noted the gesture in case she had an occasion for fine dining in the future, which was doubtful.
    “You were a virgin,” he repeated as if that had some significance she’d overlooked.
    “Was. Not anymore.”
    “I don’t bed virgins,” he declared.
    “Too late,” she answered and took the last