Page 11 of Legacy's Destiny

She rolled her eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

He shook his head. “I don’t lie.”

She frowned. “Ever? Like you’re George Washington?”

He blinked and then laughed, grabbing her hair and moving her toward him. Before kissing her, he said, “Lies complicate everything.” He kissed her, and she almost lost her train of thought. Damn, what he could do to her mind was breathtaking.

She shook her head. The fog of wanting more had started moving in. “Haven’t you ever told a white lie to protect someone’s feelings?”

He shook his head. “Not that I can recall. If I have nothing nice to say, I don’t say anything.”

She slid on top of him and inched back against his cock. “So, if I asked if I tripped your wire sexually, you’d say?”

“Every fucking wire I have and some I didn’t know I had.” He cupped her breasts in his hands as she slowly and gently made figure eights with her hips. His thumbs worked the nipples until they pebbled. She dropped her head back, and a soft moan fell from her open mouth. His cock thickened under her.

“And if we ever meet again, will you act like you don’t know me?”

He shook his head. “Has someone done that to you?”

She scrunched her nose at him. “I’m being hypothetical.”

“A very specific question for being hypothetical.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers, and she gasped. Rivers of electricity connected directly to her core and zapped her with amazing strength.

“Ah … answer the question.”

“No, I’d never act like I didn’t know you. I would, however, read the room and be respectful.”

She smiled at him, then leaned forward, her hands on his shoulders. “Time for another promise. You ready?”

He lifted his hips. “You tell me.”

She felt his length and leaned over, grabbing the strip of condoms. She pulled one off and opened it. When he made the move to help, she shook her head. “No. I’ve got this.” She rolled the condom down his length and then moved over him. For some reason, she wanted this night to be the best sex he’d ever had. Ever. The why wasn’t important. She was going to pull out all the stops. She slid down his cock and used her quad muscles to gyrate on his cock, watching as his chest started to heave. The feel of his legs shaking under her gave her a major rush and a feeling of control that made her fly. That was until his fingers found her clit. The first swipe over the sensitive nub zapped a megawatt of lightning straight to her core. When he started to rub it with his thumb, her rhythm went straight to hell. Her best-laid plans crumbled as she jerked, and her body splintered. Her core clenched in that reverberating cascade of contractions. The air in the room disappeared, and red and white explosions shattered behind her eyelids. She dropped to Deacon’s chest, and he wrapped his arms around her. Lifting his legs, he thrust into her from his position under her. Thechange of position triggered more of those gripping ripples of pure physical perfection. She felt him hilt inside her, and as she clenched, he came. It was the best sex she’d ever had.

She slid off him into a boneless puddle of goo and panted, “Why can’t you live in Virginia?”

“Right?” He huffed and continued to breathe deeply. “Fuck, you’re addictive.”

She lifted her head. “Right back at you, Sparky.”

He laughed. “I’ll make you pay for that.”

“No doubt.” She pulled the sheet over them. “Do you ever go back to the States?”

“Every couple of months or so.”

“I’ll give you my number. I wouldn’t mind meeting up again.”

He kissed the top of her head. “That sounds like a plan.”

She closed her eyes and yawned. “Power nap?”

“Perfect,” he said and turned, pulling her closer. The smell of this man and their sex hung heavy in the air, but it was perfection. Who knew she’d have to fly halfway around the world to find someone she’d want to spend more time with? She’d give him her number. Drawing a deep breath, she let it out slowly. He wouldn’t call, but that was the way of things. The flight, the sex, and the purple monster drinks settled on her, and she closed her eyes.

CHAPTER 4

Deacon woke instantly. He could see the first light of the morning sun peeking through the drapes. They’d used all his condoms before finally falling back to sleep after their quick power nap. Fuck, the woman was astonishing. Her ability to keep up with him was a first. She was powerful, fit, and funny as hell.Sparky. He smiled and looked at her on the other side of the bed. Her hair covered her face, but her steady breathing told him she was sleeping soundly. He got up and found the small pad on one of the nightstands. He gave her his cell number with a note underneath.

Call me. This is too good to ignore.

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