Smiling, I take the pillow off of my face when it gets too hot. When I do, I see a dark figure in the doorway and yelp, my heart racing a million miles an hour.

Deacon stands there, a crooked smile on his face. “Hi,” he says.

Flushed, I ask, “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at work?”

I sit up and start to stand, but he says, “No, stay there.”

It feels a little like I’m in trouble. Like when I did something wrong as a kid and I was made to stay on my bed and not move.

“I called in sick,” he says, moving toward the bed. Toward me. My breathing comes faster. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. There’s a connection here. I know you feel it.”

lying on his bed, my breath now coming in heavy bursts as he leans over me. I nod because my voice is caught in my throat. He grabs my arms and raises them above my head.

just as fast as mine. He seems so confident, but his heartbeat suggests he’s nervous too. Or maybe he’s just as excited to be with me as I am to finally be with him. I can’t believe this is finally

his hard on straining to get out of his jeans. I’m all too

the pain of having sex for the first time. Especially with

His boxers slip down over his narrow waist, and I see just how intimidating he really is. I’m nervous, but at the same time I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. His skin

positioned roughly. This wild side of him is such a turn on, and I realize the difference between

on his face lets me know he likes what he sees and all I want to do is please him, so I make sure not to curl in on myself

ever seen,” he says

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