My fingers wrapped around the top of the headboard in a death grip as Deacon lay beneath me, holding my hips so tight I’d probably have bruises the next day. The sensation of his tongue and teeth devouring my pussy was almost too much to bear, but when I tried to lift up, he’d jerk me back down, his ministrations relentless.

One of Deacon’s hands traveled down my quaking thigh, causing the trembles to grow more pronounced as I drew closer and closer to an out-of-this-world orgasm.

The moment he stopped flicking his tongue against my clit and drove it inside my opening, stars burst behind my eyes. I’d never had a man give me so much pleasure just from going down on me. He feasted like he was positively starving and my body was the only thing that could sustain him.

His growl sent vibrations through my core, and I sucked in a choked gasp as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

When I looked down between my spread thighs, the sight of Deacon’s face buried in my pussy caused my entire body to tremble. It was the most beautifully erotic thing I’d ever seen.

“Oh God, honey,” I panted, grinding myself against his face. “I’m gonna—” My words cut off with a low moan as I came, writhing and squirming, riding his tongue as I exploded.

I hadn’t even finished when he pushed me down his body. One hand went to his cock and he lined it up with my entrance just a moment before he shifted his hips and filled me.

“Take yourself there again,” he commanded.

Putting my hands on his chest, I did as ordered and began moving up and down on his rock-hard erection. His hands came up to cup my breasts, his thumbs dragging across my tight nipples. I dropped my head back as the intensity of his touch sent sparks from my breasts to my clit. I moved faster, harder, riding him with everything I had, desperate for another release.

“Fee,” he grunted, pinching my nipple and sending bolts of lighting throughout my body. “Eyes on me when you get off.”

Tilting my head back down, I let my hair drape over my shoulders as I opened my eyes and met his. Digging my nails into his chest, I sucked in a breath at the desire glinting in his gaze as he watched me. “Deacon,” I panted. “God, I love you.” Then I came again, unable to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head.

He flipped me to my back and took over, pounding into me again and again. Hooking his arm behind my knee, he pushed it toward my chest so he could go so deep there wasn’t a single part of me that his cock didn’t touch.

I turned my focus to him as I started coming down, lifting my free leg and wrapping it around his hips as he powered in and out.

“Fuck me, Fiona,” he growled. Sweat glistened on his brow as he stared directly into my eyes. “Love you so much. So goddamn much.” His cock swelled thicker, stretching me so perfectly.

Deacon pulled almost all the way out and paused for just a second before slamming back inside. He did it again and again, taking me hard but slow at the same time.

“Christ, baby. You light up for me every fucking time.”

He wasn’t wrong about that. I couldn’t get enough. Each time was more spectacular, more consuming than the last. I couldn’t get enough of Deacon Lockhart. “Always, Deac. I’ll always light up for you.”

A feral growl rumbled up his throat. “Goddamn, you’re perfect for me. Fucking. Perfect.” He punctuated those last two words with brutal thrusts. “Never get enough of you. Never stop loving you.”

I let out a whimper as pleasure washed over me. Happy tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t drag my gaze from his as he buried himself inside me, the muscles in his neck and jaw growing tense right before he groaned out his orgasm between gritted teeth.

Deacon collapsed on top of me once it left him, releasing my leg so I could wrap my limbs around him and hold on tight. After a few minutes, he pulled out, rolled us to our sides, and brushed the hair from my face.

“My girl had my back tonight,” he murmured with a gentle smile on his face.

I returned his grin. “I told you I would.”

His chuckle shook my body, pressed close to his. “Yeah. I just didn’t know you’d do it so damn well. I think you might have actually gotten through to my old man.”

Reaching up, I traced the length of his jaw with my fingertips. “Whether I did or not, it doesn’t matter. As long as it’s you and me, everything else is pie.”

His bright white teeth flashed on a grin. “Pie, huh?”

“Yep, pie. As in easy as pie.” I was content to just lie there and stare at his beautiful face until I fell asleep. But then I remembered what he said at dinner. “Are you really starting an open mic night?”

“Yep.”

“Omigod!” I squealed. Sitting up quickly, I sent my loose hair flying in all directions. “Deacon, this is so great! We need to come up with a marketing campaign,” I started rambling. “I’m thinking we blast this on social media. We’ll put the signup for musicians on the home page of your website. Do you have a newsletter? If not, we need to get on that, like, now. Word of mouth will probably be our biggest draw, so I’m thinking maybe we make up some fliers. Oh, and a banner! The Black Sheep is packed every night, so we’ll put up a banner announcing that open mic night is coming soon, and we’ll include the web address for your site so bands know where to go to sign up for auditions. This is going to be amazing!”

“Whoa, whoa.” Deacon sat up on a laugh. “Slow down, baby. All this is good, but I barely followed what you just rambled, seeing as you didn’t even take a breath.”

Grabbing his face, I pulled him closer, unable to keep the huge shit-eating grin off my face. “That’s okay. I already have a plan. I want to help with this.”

“Sweetheart, you’re forgetting the little fact that you have a career of your own. This is going to be a ton of work.”

“I don’t care!” I chirped. “I’ll make it work somehow. It might seem boring as hell to you, but I loved coming to the bar and doing the books for you. I like the idea of us working side by side. And I want to help with this.”

He examined my face for several seconds, like he was searching for something before pulling back, my hands dropping to my lap. “I hesitate to ask this, since you’re such a fan of calling me a caveman, but have you thought about working at the bar full time?”

My upper body tipped back in surprise. I knew I loved working at the bar, not just because I was working alongside Deacon but because I actually enjoyed the work. I hadn’t once given thought to leaving behind Prentice Fashion to do it full time. But now that he’d mentioned it, I wasn’t sure I could stop thinking about it.

When I didn’t reply, his expression turned skeptical. “You’re not about to lay into me for being sexist or misogynistic or some shit like that, are you?”

“No… I… No. I’m not.”

“But?” he asked hesitantly.

“But….” I shook my head to try an organize my thoughts. “I can’t actually think of a but.”

His back went straight and he leaned in closer. “Is this something you’d actually want? To work with me at a bar? I think you already know this, but it’s not exactly a glamorous job.”

I looked at him with a vicious glare. “Are you trying to talk me out of it? Because that’s what it’s sounding like. If you don’t want me to work for you—”

Deacon’s hand came up and clamped over my mouth. “Calm down, crazy. I wasn’t saying that at all. First off, you wouldn’t be working for me. You’d be working with me. We haven’t had this conversation yet, but just so you know, I fully intend on marrying you one day in the very near future. When that happens, what’s mine becomes yours. That means the bar. So if you decide that working there is something you want, it’ll be as my partner, not an employee.”

I smacked his hand away and my jaw dropped. My eyes bugged out as I began sputtering, “I—you—but…. Are you serious?”

“You surprised? I remember you telling me that you always wanted what your folks had. You watched your mom work alongside your dad and help him build the company up to what it is today. Is that still what you want?”

A golf ball–sized lump of emotion formed in my throat. I struggled to swallow it down and croaked past it. “Y-yes.”

He leaned in farther, so close I had no choice but to fall to the mattress. Deacon hovered over me, his biceps bulging as he held his weight up on his arms. “I want to give you everything you want, baby. If you think working at The Black Sheep will make you happy, then I want you there. I’m not trying to pressure you. I just want you to know how I feel.”

With a watery smile, I lifted my hand and stroked his cheek. “Stop being so awesome. You’re going to make me cry.”

He chuckled and bent his elbows to plant a kiss against my lips. “Just think about it, baby. The offer’s on the table indefinitely. There’s plenty of time.”

I sniffled and batted at my watery eyes. “Okay. I’ll think about it.”

“Good.” One of his hands snaked between our bodies and down between my legs. “Now, how tired are you?”

My blood began to heat with arousal even though I’d just come more than once. “You know, I’m suddenly feeling wide awake.”

“Hmm,” he hummed. His fingers skated through the slickness between my thighs. “Then how about you show me how awesome you think I am?”

Suddenly, that was exactly what I wanted to do. Licking my lips, I rested my hands on his chest and applied pressure, taking him to his back. I slid between his legs and shimmied down his body, placing wet kisses along his defined abs on my way down.

“Is this what you want?” I asked playfully, my tongue peeking out to lick at the muscular indentations of his hips.

“Yeah, baby,” he hissed between gritted teeth. “You know it is.”

I was so turned on that I was dripping as I hummed and bent my head, opening my mouth to take him as far as I could. Deacon’s grunted curse the instant my lips wrapped around his shaft set my entire body on fire and encouraged me to make this the best blowjob he’d ever have. And that was exactly what I set out to do.

And just a few minutes later, after he came down my throat and flipped me to my back, Deacon returned the favor.