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Excerpt from Sinful Seduction by Kaylyn
Deacon leaped up from the desk. He didn’t know who that lady thought she was, but no one ordered him around,
especially in his bar.
Walking quickly before she could leave the room, Deacon grabbed her by her arm and turned her
around to face him.
'Who the hell do you think you are, coming here and giving me orders?' He demanded.
Brooke
was not scared, but she was suddenly aware of how small the room was. He seemed to be standing very close to her, so close
she could smell the liquor on his breath. Jerking her arm out of his grasp, she glared back at him.
'How dare you
touch me?!' She demanded of him.
'How dare you come to my club, giving me orders lady! You may get away with that
shit with those pansy ass Forrester men, but it don’t fly here baby.' Deacon said, moving even closer to her. He backed
her up until her back was against the door and he was leaning over her.
Brooke looked up into the most beautiful eyes
she had ever seen. She tried hard not to notice his eyes, his lips, everything about him. He was looking down at her too.
It seemed that she could almost feel his eyes as first they looked deeply into her eyes, then slowly looked down her neck
and finally her breast. She could feel her breathing increase, her breast raising and falling with her effect to draw the
suddenly much need air into her lungs.
Unable to help himself, Deacon leaned closer to her, his hands on the door
on either side of her head. He expected her to hit out at him, but she stood still, as if whatever had him in its grip also
had her too. He brought his lips to hers, moving them back and forth across her own. She didn’t respond, but neither
did she pull away.
He lifted his head, looking down into her eyes. He watched as her tongue came out to moisten her
suddenly dry lips. Moaning deep in his throat, Deacon brought his arms down, and encircled her waist, lifting her from the
door. Following her own example, Deacon licked her lips, back and forth.
Brooke, unable to stop what was happening,
opened her mouth allowing Deacon access to the sweetness inside. It was if they couldn’t get enough of each other, kissing
deeply, his hands now in her hair, holding her head still while his mouth feasted on her own.
Deacon fingers went
to the top button on her blouse, and even that didn’t rouse Brooke from the world that she and Deacon had created. He
had all the buttons undone, and he pushed the blouse off her shoulders. When it fell to the floor, it did so unnoticed by
both Brooke and Deacon.
Removing his mouth from hers, Deacon looked deeply into Brookes eyes, and he realized that
they were a darker green when she was aroused. He felt his own arousal pressing against her stomach. With both hands, Deacon
pushed the straps of the camisole that Brooke wore. He lowered the silken material until her breast was revealed. Leaning
in, Deacon gave Brooke an almost a chaste kiss on the lips. He nuzzled the side of her neck, using his tongue to leave a heated
wet trail down her neck. Brooke held her head to one side, giving him access to her neck.
Brooke almost cried out
when Deacon finally reached her breast. She moaned when his mouth encased her sensitive nipple inside the warmth of his mouth.
Deacon couldn’t believe how responsive she was. He left one breast, heard her cry out in protest until his mouth
settled on the other breast, giving it the loving attention that he just given the other.
Brooke ran her hands through
the hair at the nape of Deacons next. She had no coherent thoughts as she gave herself up to the sensual sensation...
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