Page 31 of Trust and Obey

Deacon pouted, but he was a reasonable man, and knew why I was being extra cautious. He waited until the door was closed then came around and put one finger under my chin to tilt my face up for a kiss.

I returned it eagerly, tasting the scent of toothpaste in his mouth.

“I missed waking up with you this morning,” Deacon murmured.

“Yeah, me too. Sorry about that.” With a sigh, I shook my head. “It was nice, but I shouldn’t have stayed as long as I did. In fact, I ran into my manager on the way out.”

Deacon stilled and then took a step back to look me up and down. “Is everything okay?”

I shrugged a shoulder. “I’m pretty sure he suspects something, but he’s mostly concerned with making sure there will be no guest complaints.” I looked at Deacon. “You don’t have any complaints about my service, do you, Mr. Helman?”

His gaze swept me up and down. “No, I do not.” Then he sobered. “But the last thing I want is for you to get in trouble. Is there anything I can do to… make him forget?”

I blinked. “Are you suggesting you want to bribe my manager?”

Deacon shrugged and scratched the back of his neck. “It’s not ideal, but I don’t want to put your job in jeopardy.”

“Let’s call that Plan B,” I said dryly. “Even if I was okay with that, which I’m not, I think it would have a good chance of backfiring. Andy has an honest streak in him.”

Now it was Deacon’s turn to shrug, but he looked a little relieved. He struck me as the type of goody-two-shoes to think that money laundering involved actual laundromats.

“We’ll just have to be more discreet.” I gestured to the food cart. “Meanwhile, our breakfast is getting cold.”

Our breakfast. Deacon had asked for me to share this meal, but Sam was right, he had ordered a spread that would easily satisfy a small family.

Deacon had just assumed I was going to share breakfast with him. Not that I minded. It made me feel warm inside knowing that he wanted me around even when we weren’t actively fucking.

Over the meal, I offered him a choice of activities for the day, all of which would take us out of the resort and away from prying eyes. “We can go out on the boat again, there is horseback riding, parasailing, and more. We even have a zip line set up on the other side of Mount Doom. Your choice.”

“Actually,” Deacon said, “I think I’m in the mood to lounge around today on the beach, or just sit by my pool.” He gave me a long look. “I don’t suppose you could join me?”

The villas were meant for privacy. I didn’t trust that as far as, say, going down on him in the pool without notice. But we could always move things inside if we got a little frisky.

I smiled. “If my manager asks, we’ll just tell him that you needed my expertise as a masseuse.”

Deacon’s eyes brightened. “Actually, I’d like that, too. Would you mind?”

I laughed. “Mind? Honey, these fingers are yours.” I wiggled them at Deacon. He caught my hand and pressed a kiss against my knuckles. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Gazing into his eyes, I thought, Whoever his ex-wife was, she was a real idiot to let a man like this go.

Setting up the massage table inside the living room took no time at all.

This time, Deacon laid down on it while gloriously naked, not even bothering with a towel over his hind end.

I took shameless advantage of it, digging into the tight muscles there. First hearing him chuckle and then groan as the pleasure from a deep tissue massage took over.

“You,” I said playfully, “are carrying a lot of tension in your ass.”

“Not a surprise,” he grunted. “Unless I’m in the gym, I’m sitting down all day. I carry tension everywhere.”

That was true. Even laid out in front of me with his body language open and secure, I could feel lingering tension in his muscles.

Abandoning his glorious ass, I got to serious work, attacking his tight muscles, and spending a few minutes along his spine.

He breathed deeply and arched, clearly enjoying it.

“What is it that you actually do?” I asked. The atmosphere could not have been any more different than from the first time I gave him a massage. Last time, I had been quiet and trying my damnedest to be professional. Now, I had no problem carrying on a light conversation. “I don’t think you ever told me.”

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