Page 61 of The Sweet Spot

Not since the day my biological grandparents, who I’ve never spoken to, called my father and told him my mother had died.

I remember thinking I should be sad.

But I wasn’t.

I was too busy being scared of what it meant.

“What are you thinking about?” Deacon interrupts my spiraling thoughts. His hands hang above his head from the doorframe, and he leans outside.

This man is beautiful, inside and out, and for right now, he’s mine.

“I was thinking about peace, and how I hadn’t felt much of it there for a little while,” I admit, thinking how sad that sounds.

He drops his arms and closes the distance between us. “What changed?”

I slide my palms into his and stand up. “I guess the answer is you. You quieted my fears. You keep saying how much I’m helping you. But I swear to you, Deacon, you’re giving me more than you know.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but I cover it with my finger. “Just let me get this out,” I whisper as the rain picks up around us, silencing the rest of the world. I try to find the words that won’t come. The words I so desperately need to tell him, but even the idea of them petrify me in a way nothing ever has. “I’m falling in love with you, and there’s so much you don’t even know.”

He wraps a big hand around my head and bends his knees until we’re at eye level. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready, baby.”

He presses his lips to mine and licks into my mouth, and I melt in his arms.

Here, I’m safe.

Nothing can hurt me, and no test can define me. With Deacon, it feels safe. I feel safe.

He tastes like bourbon and chocolate, and I can’t get enough as I press up onto my toes and wrap myself around my husband. My lips skim up his neck as his hands gather the hem of my sundress and slide it up over my ass before he runs a finger over my silk panties.

Deacon spins me around and presses me forward against the bronze balcony railing. “Ass in the air, red.”

He drops to his knees behind me and presses his face against my pussy. “So fucking wet for me already. Fuck, Brynn...” The words are a guttural growl against my sensitive skin as his hot breath goes right through the satin covering my drenched sex.

I peek over my shoulder and whimper at the sinful sight behind me.

“You gotta be quiet, baby. If you moan... if you make a single sound, this stops.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, and I bite down on my lips. “Just like that, baby. Be a good girl for me, and let me taste your cunt, wife.”

I turn my head back as my pussy throbs from his delicious words.

Every time this man calls me wife, I get hotter. Wetter. Guess I found my kink.

Heat rolls off his skin as he peels my panties down my legs and smooths a hand over my bare ass before he smacks it, sending a hot pulse straight to my throbbing core.

“Deacon,” I whisper, praying the heavy rain drowns out any sound.

“You like that, don’t you?” His rough palm rubs over the undoubtedly bright red handprint he left on my pale skin. When I squirm back against him, he presses a warm, wet kiss against my skin. “Fuck, Brynn...”

“Deacon?.?.?.” I silently scream when that same hand slaps my pussy before he finally presses his lips to my clit and sucks.

I push back against him and drop my head down to the railing, desperate for more. And Deacon doesn’t hold back as he eats me, bringing me to orgasm over and over again. Refusing to stop his delicious assault. And my God, he works his fingers, his lips... his whole fucking hand while he eats me until he’s rung every last drop from me, and I’m silently screaming as I come with the most explosive orgasm.

And just as I sag against the railing, cool air hits my overheated skin and a whimper builds in my throat until Deacon pulls my dress over my head and stands behind me, gloriously naked.

He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head back until his lips are grazing my ear.

“Tell me I don’t have to be gentle tonight, Brynn. I’m not sure I can be.” Deacon’s deep voice promises so much more than I could ever ask for.

I lean forward and turn my head, barely able to stand up on my shaking legs. “Don’t be gentle, Deacon. You won’t hurt me. I won’t break.” I push back against him, and Deacon drags his cock through my sex, teasing me.

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