Page 19 of Kissing Danger

“I hope moving to a new studio hasn’t been too stressful,” I said when it became apparent that Deacon wasn’t going to start the conversation.

“No,” Deacon said, though his voice was breathy and distracted. “It hasn’t been too bad. Honestly, Kiki took care of most of it. I just need to show up and look important.”

I approached on light steps. After a lifetime of training, I always moved as if I were stalking an enemy, even when I was trying to be gentle. With Deacon’s back to me, and the silence of my footsteps, I felt like a creep intruding where I wasn’t wanted.

Deacon was only an arm’s length away, close enough for me to touch if I wanted, when he finally spoke up again.

“Someone from Interpol visited me.”

He didn’t need to say more. I could already guess what had happened.

With a sigh, I took a chance and wrapped my arms around him from behind. “Agent Belden. So, you’ve met her, too. Charming, isn’t she?” Running my lips along the line of his neck, I pressed a quick kiss to his skin.” So, what did she accuse me of?”

He flinched within my embrace, but didn’t try to pull away, and even tipped his head slightly to the side to give me better access to his neck.

“You already know? Then you realize she’s accusing you of killing the model at the show, right?”

I tightened my arm around his waist, pulling him back until our hips pressed together. “Not surprising. Ever since I first met her, she’s been determined to lock me up for something. I didn’t kill the model, if you were wondering.”

Deacon shuddered when I licked the shell of his ear.

“I-I didn’t think you did. If there was any evidence proving that you killed her, that Agent would have thrown it in my face when she broke into my studio.”

Broke in?

It seemed Agent Belden was determined to sign her own death warrant. Threatening me was one thing. Threatening someone harmless like Deacon was an entirely different matter. Until now, I’d considered her a nuisance at worst. Something I could easily ignore. However, it seemed I was going to need to take care of her in a more permanent way. Especially, since she had no interest in doing her real job. Considering how easy it hadbeen to locate the actual killer, Agent Belden wasn’t interested in solving a murder. She just wanted an excuse to get to me.

Deacon’s hand tangled in my hair and pressed my face deeper against his neck. I could practically taste the beat of his pulse.

“It wasn’t the murder accusation that bothered me. Although, I didn’t like being called an accessory to murder. No, what really bothered me was how casual the accusation was. Like killing people is a common occurrence for you.”

This was a dangerous topic of conversation that hit too close to the truth. I needed to distract Deacon, but if I changed the topic too quickly or denied the accusation too vehemently, it would seem suspicious.

Instead, I leaned into the topic, over-exaggerating to make the very idea seem ridiculous.

Letting my hand slowly creep downward, I whispered directly into his ear. “What if it was? What if I was a killer with a body count in the hundreds? What would you do then? Would you run away?”

When he didn’t stop me, I dipped the tips of my fingers inside the waistband of his pants.

“Or, would the thrill of sleeping with a killer excite you?” I slid my hand all the way inside his pants. “Based on how hard you are now, I think I know what the answer would be.”

“Fuuuuck,” Deacon groaned as I started stroking his cock over his underwear. “You’re such a... tease.”

I abruptly stopped the movement of my hand. “Tease? Hardly. A tease makes promises without delivering on them.”

Pulling my hand out of his pants, I wrapped both arms around him and picked him up just enough to drag him over to the couch. He ended up sitting in my lap with his back pressed against my chest.

“I can’t be a tease, because I fully intend to fulfill my promises.”

All thoughts of murder investigations and Interpol were forgotten as I freed him from his pants and shirt. Conscious of his anxiety around sex, I left his underwear in place. The barrier between full skin contact seemed to help relieve his worries, for although he was obviously nervous, he didn’t try to stop me.

In fact, he only made one demand as he sat nearly naked in my lap.

“Call me Deke. My full name has always sounded weird. There are too many religious connections to that word.”

Considering all the trust he was placing in my hands, using his preferred nickname could hardly even be considered a favor. It was just general respect. I understood the importance of a name, considering the fact that I’d changed mine as well.

With one hand, I tipped his chin back and to the side, so he was in a better position to be kissed. Sitting on my lap like this, if he were any taller it wouldn’t have worked, but our respective sizes fit perfectly.

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