“Deacon!” Emma jerked back away from Noah, her face pink and suffused with what looked a hell of a lot like guilt to me. “I thought you went home.”
“Well, I didn’t. Not yet.” I glared at both of them, waiting for some kind of explanation.
“Noah’s upset.” She said it so reasonably, as if those two words gave me all the answer I needed. They didn’t.
“He came to talk to you, but you weren’t here. I was.” Emma lifted one shoulder.
“Which is probably a lucky break for him, since I’m not nearly as much fun to hug as you are.” I knew I sounded petty and childish, but at the moment, I couldn’t care less.
Noah glanced from Emma to me, his expression confused and a little uneasy. “Uh, you know what, I think I’ll go back and sit with Ang and let you two . . . talk.”
“Yeah, you do that.” My eyes never left Emma’s face. “Go sit with your sick wife. That’s where you should be.”
One of his eyebrows shot up, but Noah didn’t say anything as he strode out of my office. I slammed the door shut behind him.
“What the actual hell, Deacon? Did you even hear yourself just now?” Fury broke off Emma in almost visible waves of heat. “Just what do you think you interrupted here?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I come into my office to find mygirlfriendbeing groped by my patient’s husband, but I’m the one who’s wrong?” I hooked a thumb at my chest. “I’m the one who has to grovel?”
“No one is asking you to grovel, Deacon. I’m not sure you know how. Getting on your knees isn’t your style, is it?” She spit out the words.
“I don’t get on my knees for any woman, Emma, unless I’m fucking her with my mouth.” I treated her to a mocking smile. “You remember how that feels, right, since I was doing that to you just last night? You do remember screaming my name when I made you come, don’t you? Were you about to get the same treatment from Noah? Were you doing research to see who goes down on you better—the doctor or the football player?”
Emma’s face went white. “Do you hear yourself, Deacon? Do you hear the crazy that’s spouting out of your mouth?” She spun around, half turning her back to me. “For your information—not that you deserve an explanation—Noah was distraught, because when he got here tonight to see Angela, she told him that she wants him to go public about her illness.”
I scowled. “And that sent him crying to your arms? Isn’t that what he’s been jonesing for all along?”
“Yes, it is, but the reason she wants him to do it is because she thinks she’s dying. She believes she’s not going to recover, and she wants her husband to have the support and love of his friends and his team—and the fans. Oddly enough, hearing his wife say she thinks she’s going to die and realizing she’s giving him one last selfless gift upset Noah, and he came here to ask you what the hell was going on.”
I felt slightly less self-righteous—that all jived with who Noah and Angela were and what I expected of the two of them—but it didn’t lessen my mad. “I thought you gave him an update when he got here tonight.”
“I did. That’s why he was coming to seeyou, to see if there was something I hadn’t told him.” She shook her head. “I told him that we weren’t keeping anything from him. I assured him that right now, it’s probably just Angela’s symptoms talking.”
“And you oh, so kindly held him to your breast and let him press up against your body?” I jeered, stepping closer to her and getting into her face. I wanted to stop myself from talking, make myself shut up, but it seemed that my mouth was moving without my permission. “You let him get his rocks off by rubbing himself against your tits? Was it good for you, Emma?”
“What the fuck is the matter with you, Deacon?” Emma reached out one hand as if to push me away, but I caught her wrist, pulling her closer, wrapping my other arm around her hips and splaying my fingers over her ass.
“What’s wrong with me is that I don’t like to share, Emma. I don’t like playing games. If you’re mine—and I thought you were, just as I’m yours—then I don’t want to walk into my office and see another man fucking touching you like that.” I grasped her chin—not roughly, but with intention. “And you are mine, Emma. Just in case you had any doubts. I want you. I always want you. I turned around to come back just now because I felt bad about snapping at you, but you couldn’t hold on that long, could you?”
I was horrified by my own words, but stronger than my self-loathing was the need pounding through my veins. Still holding her face, I lowered my lips to her mouth and seared her with my kiss, wanting to brand her as my own for all time.
For a split second, Emma struggled against me, against the kiss—and I loosened my hold. Even in anger, I wasn’t an asshole—I would never force any woman to do something that she wasn’t a hundred percent ready to do. But as I prepared to let her go, Emma shocked the hell out of me by reaching up to lock her arms around my neck and pulling my mouth back to hers.
The kiss wasn’t at all tender. It was all clashing tongues and teeth and desire. I didn’t stop to think before I picked her up, my hands cupping her firm ass, and carried her to the couch on the far side of my office. Her legs wrapped around my hips, and she writhed against me, rubbing her sweet pussy over my raging erection.
I didn’t pause to consider what we were doing or why. Shoving up the skirt of her dress, I blindly reached for her panties and tore them from her body before I unbuckled my belt, undid my pants and pulled out my cock, giving it a quick stroke.
When I glanced down at Emma, she lay below me, her cheeks flushed, her tits straining at the neckline of her dress. I jerked the material down to reveal one full breast and covered the stiff tip with my mouth, sucking hard and biting down just the way I knew she liked it.
Her hands were reaching for me, trying to guide my dick into her. She was murmuring something, but the blood was roaring in my ears and I couldn’t quite hear what she was saying. Just in case I had misunderstood her and misread the situation, I bent my head over her mouth.
“What? What did you say, babe?”
She grabbed my cheeks and smashed her lips against mine. “I said, fuck me, Deacon. Fuck me hard and do it now.”
With a growl, I pulled away, rearing back just enough to cant my hips between her legs, line up my cock to her entrance and plunge into her. There was no sweetness, no finesse here. It was hot, dirty and passionate fucking, and it was exactly what I wanted. What we both needed.
She cried out as I withdrew and then thrust again. I needed to drive myself into her, to feel her warm, wet pussy gripping my dick. I wanted to fuck her until I died of pleasure, until her name was the last sound on my lips.
