I distract very easily.
Me
Can I pick anything up from the store?
Deacon
Condoms
I laugh as I’m walking through the center of the office, and several heads turn my way. Pointing at my phone, I say, “Have you seen the one with the cat? Sorry. Carry on.”
The rest of my workday goes down a lot easier as long as I don’t look at the empty desk outside my door. Whenever I do, my thoughts come to a crashing halt, and I wonder how the fuck I let things get so fucked up. More than that, though, I wonder if I have any chance of fixing them.
Deacon insistsI take a shower so he can at least get the food started without me in the kitchen. I was only planning on havinga glass of wine and some conversation, but two minutes into that and he was asking me nicely to leave.
He’s making baked pasta, so he just wants to get it in the oven, but I take my time washing up and yes—prepping because that’s something I have to think about now. It’s given me a new appreciation for all my prior sexual partners, but especially Evan who must do some version of what I’m doing as part of his daily routine. His ass is always pristine.
Fuck, I don’t need to be thinking about that right now. I have an incredible man in my kitchen cooking for me, and I need to be out there distracting him, focusing onhim.
I put on sweatpants and a t-shirt before heading back into the kitchen. Deacon is sliding the casserole dish into the oven, and when he straightens up and grins at me, I get chills. He looks perfect here. A surge of want—not just for him but for exactlythishas me catching myself on the edge of the island.
He walks over to the sink to wash his hands. “Forty-five minutes.”
“How can I help?”
Tossing down the dishtowel, he stalks toward me. When he gets close enough, I notice his dilated pupils, and my mouth goes dry. He touches my waist, and I fucking shiver.
With his other hand, he loosely grabs my wrist, bringing my palm to his crotch where I feel the hard, erect length of him behind his pants. “Is this why I had to take a shower?”
“I probably should have just taken care of it because it’s starting to hurt,” he says.
“Fuck.” I tighten my grip to relieve some of his ache. He licks his lips and finds my mouth with his. His kiss is soft and warm. I’m not sure where this is headed, but I like it, and whatever it is, I fucking want it.
He’s undoing his pants, and my hand follows the opening. Soon, his thick, hard cock is twitching in my hand, and histongue is in my mouth. He’s got his hands up my shirt, his thumbs brushing my nipples, and I don’t know whether to drop to my knees or hop up on the counter and spread my legs. I’ll be damned if I know how he works me into this state, but I’m not complaining.
His hands slide down my sides, into my pants and he slips them down my legs as his mouth trails down my sternum. When he licks my abs, I’m not prepared. “Jesus, Deacon,” I whisper as he kneels and slides his lips up the side of my dick. A drop of precum lands on his cheek as he wraps his mouth around the sensitive head. He takes one long taste while I grit my teeth and then pulls off to say, “That’s so good.”
Before I can respond, he’s blowing me. My hands are in his hair, and my hips are rocking. With my head thrown back, groans erupt from my throat. I try to watch and remember, but he’s right.It’s so good.
His mouth is wet around my balls as he jerks my dick, and our eyes meet. He glances at where my shirt is covering my abs, and I lift it for him. He winks and refocuses his gaze on my skin and the line of hair leading down to the cock currently thrusting into his throat.
I tighten my fist in his hair—too close—and back out of his mouth. He grabs my hips and kisses my lower abs, rising from his knees as he turns me toward the counter. “Condoms?” he asks.
“We need to get you tested.”
“Oh, I was. Last Wednesday.”
I have to grab hold of my dick because that might be the best line I’ve ever heard. Such a goddamn turn-on. “And?”
“Negative for everything. Somehow.”
I huff. “I am, too. Or—as of February first.”
“And Evan?” he asks.
“We use condoms.” Heat floods my face, which is a relatively new experience. Deacon turns me into a mess. The lack of control is borderline addicting. The forced moments of vulnerability that come out of nowhere and feel more authentic than anything I’ve had in—my life?I swear he’s altering my cell structure.
His hands rub my ass cheeks, squeezing them, spreading them, generally groping them. “Any reason Ihaveto use a condom?”
