We talked and drank over a leisurely meal. I enjoyed listening to his stories about all the places he’d been. The man was utterly charming and obviously knew how to treat a woman. But the night was only just beginning.
After dinner, Deacon hailed a cab and took me dancing at a swanky lounge off the Strip. He had given Morgan the evening off, so we were totally on our own. A live band was playing smooth jazz when we entered and were taken to a table up front. We ordered drinks and talked some before Deacon took my hand in his. “Let’s dance. I want to make the other men in the place jealous when they see me with you.”
I was wearing a simple red knit dress and had swept up my hair. If he thought I looked fine, that was okay with me. I glided into his outstretched arms, and he held me close. We were so close that I could feel his growing erection pressing against me. By this time, I was ready. The combination of the drinks and the closeness to such an attractive male was explosive. All I needed was a stray spark.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Kayla?” he asked when we eventually sat down again.
“Yes, very much so,” I replied, meaning every syllable of every word.
“This is only the beginning.”
“Is it?”
“Only if you want it to be.”
I looked at the handsome man across the small table. I liked the vibes he was giving off. Still, I wondered if there was a catch. With men…there always seemed to be a catch.
As if he were reading my mind, he said, “There’s no pressure. No strings attached. You simply want to be with me or you don’t.”
How do you say no to such a charming man, one who’s promising you the moon and has the means to provide it?
I smiled and said, “I guess this is an offer I can’t refuse.”
Looking into my eyes, Deacon brought my hand to his lips and kissed the palm, sending a wave of small shocks down to my toes. We left shortly afterwards for a nightcap at his suite. I realized that by going there, I was committing myself, but hey, he seemed to be a terrific guy.
His suite at the hotel was unbelievable. Having money certainly had its rewards—like not having to worry about paying the rent and utilities.
“You like?”
“Nice place, but where do you call home?”
“I have places in San Francisco, New York, Paris, Barbados and Canada.”
“Which is your favorite?” I asked, trying not to show how impressed I was.
“That’s a tough one. San Francisco, I guess. Have you ever been there?”
I shook my head. “Only a few places in Arizona and Vegas.”
“Well, babe, fasten your seat belt because you’re gonna travel.”
I couldn’t help but smile. I was beginning to feel like I’d ventured into a fairy tale and been turned into a princess. There might not be any bells going off, but I thought I could learn to love him.
“There’s only one problem, though,” he said with a serious look on his face.
Uh-oh, here it comes, I thought. “What’s that?”
“You’re going to have to give up your day job.”
I began to laugh, and he joined me. When the laughter died down, he looked into my eyes and drew me close. His lips on mine started my juices flowing. The guy certainly knew how to kiss. The kisses became more passionate as he reached around and unzipped my dress. I got up and let it fall to the floor before I stepped out of it.
“Come here,” he said.
I rejoined him on the couch. He gently kissed the swells of each of my breasts as he agilely reached around and unhooked my bra.
“I’ve wanted to do this from the moment I first saw you,” Deacon said, tonguing one nipple and then the other. After teasing them enough to elicit a quiet moan from me, he slowly began to plant gentle kisses down my body as he slipped my panties down and off.
My skin prickled from the heat of his touch. He took a moment to photograph me with his eyes, taking a mental picture of my body. His gaze was unhurried and seductive, sending sparks of desire shooting through me.
He covered my mouth hungrily and probed its inner recesses, staking his claim before moving on to my neck. This drove me wild, and I arched my back, wanting him to touch me. He seem to hear my thoughts and slipped his mouth down to my breasts, whipping his tongue around each nipple before suckling each newly formed, pebbled peak. I moaned at this point, feeling that unmistakable tugging at my core. After pleasuring my breasts, he moved further down my now quivering body and lingered at my belly button, where he tongued-fucked it so erotically I nearly fell off the sofa. A strong current of desire shot through me.
Continuing his journey down my body, he parted my legs and lifted them. His tongue laved my lips and toyed with my clit. My oven was now stoked, and I had to be soaking the expensive piece of furniture. I threaded my fingers through his hair and pushed him harder into me. He made love to my pussy with his tongue and lips. Each time his tongue swirled around my clit, I’d edge a little closer to exploding. Arching my back, I gyrated my body against his mouth. Squeezing his hands, which covered my breasts, I indicated that I wanted him to pinch my nipples. Electrical sparks arced through me like lightning bolts, and I came in a blaze of white-hot pleasure.
Deacon smiled and kissed my mouth. Then he stood up and opened his slacks. I watched as he stepped out of them. The bulge in his black silk briefs was inviting. He slipped
