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strawberry from the dish to nibble while he said what he had to say.
    “When I next see Beauregard, I’m going to kick his ass from here to Sunday. This is the second time the toad-eater has sent you into danger. You will leave this den of iniquity with me in the morning. Dammit, this has got to stop. Do you understand?”
    “Yes.” She bit down on the strawberry, wishing the flood of sweet juice would erase the bitter taste of regret in her mouth.
    “Fine. Come to bed. We’ll sleep and then sort things out tomorrow.” His tone lost its autocratic menace and a half-smile curved his lips. He moved her back to the bed and took charge. And she let him. He was tender, rough, giving, demanding and everything Miri had ever imagined he’d be.
    “Feel good?” he whispered in her ear as he cupped her mound, parting her folds and playing in her wet heat.
    Good doesn’t do it justice. Sliding her long mane to one side, she exposed her neck to his lips. She was greedy for sensation. “Don’t be gentle,” she ordered him.
    New though she was at this, Miri reached behind her and clasped his cock, guiding it toward her entrance. She felt him shudder and groan as she fisted her hand around him and pumped his hard length. He brought her to her knees, pressed her shoulders to the mattress and lifted her hips.
    She wasn’t quite sure what came next. For a moment she felt like a fool with her bottom waving in the air and her sexual center exposed.
    But when he teased her, rubbing his shaft against the tender flesh inside the lips of her sex, she moaned her approval. Then he brushed the end of his cock against her pearl, making it pulse with need. She was embarrassed at the amount of liquid emissions her body produced. “I’m dripping. Maybe you should dry—” He thrust.
    Miri turned her face into the mattress and screamed. When Deacon froze she whispered fiercely, “That was a good sound, not a bad. I’m a big girl and I won’t break. I want this. Don’t stop.”
    From that point on, he didn’t. Miri swayed with each thrust. His cock was hot and hard, pushing its way through folds of flesh that clenched, trying to hold on.
    She arched her back and shifted her thighs wider, taking as much of him as she could. Each time he slid in, he seemed to penetrate deeper than the time before.
    “Want more?” He thrust, pulled back and thrust again.
    “Yes,” she panted. “Yes, yes, yes.”
    “What about this?” He pulled her up and back on his lap, seating himself so deep her buttocks splayed open. Before she caught her breath, he cupped both breasts, took the nipples between his fingers and pinched.
    Miri’s knees were tucked under her on either side of his hips. She ground her sex against his groin, letting him know this time she was in charge. He growled incoherent words of delight. She angled her head as he nipped down the line of her jaw, finally turning her head completely for his kiss.
    His tongue breached her lips and she forgot everything but bliss as she lifted, came down on his cock and then rose again.
    “You like that?” He stroked the nubbin of nerves at the apex of her sex, making her womb clench and milk his hard length as spasms of pleasure rippled through her.
    “That’s mighty fine,” she gasped.
    He ran his fingers through her wetness, stroking the soft inner lining of her cleft as he used his other hand to toy with her nipples.
    “You’re new at this and I’m a greedy swine. Let me just hold you the rest of the night.” He offered to stop.
    Miri wasn’t having any of that. He was hers for the night and she planned on enjoying him as long as she could.
    It had been early evening when she’d entered the room. It was early morning when they lay in a tangle of body parts, replete and exhausted.
    “Dammit,” Deacon cursed quietly. “Back itches,” he muttered. He sat up and scooted higher on the mattress, scratching the newly healed flesh on his back against the headboard.
    Miri rolled him over