Page 30 of The Labyrinth
“Scream it, Marion.”
She obeyed.“Deacon!”
“That’s right,” he almost snarled.“This perfect pussy belongs to me.Scream it again.”
“Deacon!”
He leaned back on his knees, grabbing her hips to bring her with him, until her lower half rested on his thighs.He resumed his relentless fucking as he chased his own release.Pounding into her.Forcing her to take every inch of him.He came with a roar, burying himself so deep in her she didn’t know where she ended and he began.Hanging onto the bliss until they both collapsed from exhaustion.
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Deacon roused fromslumber, blinking against the light, unsure if it was morning or afternoon, if twenty-four hours had passed or ...who the hell knew.The next thing that filtered through his head was the feminine body pressed against him.Marion lay curled up next to him, gentle little puffs coming out of her mouth.He could stare at her all day, and that scared the hell out of him.When did this little human burrow under his skin?
Easing away, he grabbed some sweatpants and left Marion asleep.He needed coffee like nobody’s business.Padding downstairs, he set up his coffee maker and started fixing something to eat.In this case, bacon and eggs.A few minutes later, Marion walked into the kitchen.Even with mussed hair and a yawn, she was gorgeous.
“I hope you cooked enough,” she said, plopping down on the island chair.“If there isn’t, I’m stealing yours.”
He poured a cup of coffee, walked around to her, and kissed her on top of her head as he placed the mug in front of her.
“Cream and sugar?”
“Yes, please.”
He opened the fridge and grabbed the half-and-half and sugar and placed them on the island.His eyes widened in disbelief when he counted five teaspoons of sugar she dumped in the hot brew.
“How are you not diabetic?”
“Huh?”she asked, dumping so much creamer into the coffee, it turned almost white.“Oh.I don’t like coffee that much.Too bitter.”
“Then why drink it?”
“I like the caffeine and the sugar high.In about thirty minutes, I’ll have solved world peace.”
Deacon chuckled.“I don’t doubt it.”
A moment later he plated their breakfast and slid one in front of Marion before he sat next to her.
“So,” she started, picking up a piece of bacon and chomping down.“Let’s go over the plan.”
“Are you chewing and talking at the same time?”
Marion held up her white coffee.“Caffeine, remember?”
He rolled his eyes.Grabbing his phone, he quickly typed out a text and sent it.“Delaram deals in just about everything you can think of.That night you walked up to me in The Gin Room, he bartered to get into my arena to sell off some of his cache of weapons, which included explosives.”
“Do you know how odd it is to reconcile that an arms dealer is an animal?”
“We’re all animals,” he reminded her.
“True.”She held up a piece of bacon.“I’m not eating your neighbor, am I?”
Just then his phone beeped, cutting off anything he was going to say.He read the message, then showed it to her.
“We’re meeting him at noon at The Gin Room.”
“How are we getting around your need for your labyrinth?”
“I’m going to bring some of it with us.A mini-labyrinth.”He finished his coffee.“Let me put the dishes in the washer...”
