“Never,” she says against my lips. “Seriously. And I know them. They wouldn’t call the police on us.”
“Are you sure? Because what I really want to do right now is strip you naked and fuck you on this bench.”
“That sounds amazing,” she says. “But there’s no time.”
No time for me to do everything I want, but definitely time to get her off.
I grip the waistband of her pants and give a little tug. “Can I touch you?”
“Deacon,” she says my name on a groan that’s so fucking sexy I’m ready to tell her to forget her job and the real world. “I don’t have time—”
“I know,” I say. “I won’t make you late for work. Trust me?”
“I’m definitely not thinking clearly right now.”
I nip her neck gently.
“I trust you,” she says, her voice deliciously breathy.
I undo her pants and urge her up for me to lower them just enough to get at her sweet pussy. I slide a finger between her soft labia, and she is soaking wet. It just makes me harder, my cock begging for a release, but this is all about her.
She moans as I rub her clit. I kiss her, my hand working to bring her closer to release as I taste her and feel her grinding against my hand.
She gasps when I slide a finger inside her and moans when I add a second.
It feels like no time at all before she’s clenching around my fingers and making the sexiest noises as she pulls away from my mouth to catch her breath.
I pull my hand free and button her back up, my dick angrier at me than it has ever been.
“Wow,” she says. “That was…” She meets my gaze, her eyes still heated, her expression happy and sated. “Thank you.”
She reaches between us and rubs my cock through my jeans. “I want to do something for you.”
“Another time. You have to get back to work.”
She sighs and kisses me before climbing off my lap. “I hate leaving you like this.”
“Don’t.” I grab her hand and squeeze it. “I’m perfect. Watching you come like that has made my day.”
She shakes her head, looking confused. “You’re too good to be true.”
It’s a post-orgasm compliment, but it sinks into my chest and pumps from my heart out through my veins and arteries. I want to be too good to this woman. I want to give her everything. “Let me know when you have time for me to come over and work on Marmalade’s gym.”
She frowns, her gaze sharpening. Reality is crashing back in. “I have no idea when that’ll be. The next couple of weeks are going to be pretty hectic.”
“No problem,” I say. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’ll text you.” She grabs her trash and hurries to her truck. “Thank you again.”
She drives off, kicking up dust as she hightails it back down the dirt road.
I stay next to the pond, eating my lunch and trying to talk myself out of a deepening suspicion that I’m way past falling and already head over heels for this woman.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Amelia
Iblame Deacon for the way I can’t stop smiling all afternoon. It should be great for my plan of being more friendly to clients, but smiling when someone tells me about the stray dog that’s been scaring their children kind of makes me seem like a dick.
