That pushed me over the edge, and I started to spasm, each wave washing over me with intense pleasure. Surprisingly, this orgasm was nearly as intense as the first one. A moment later, I lay gasping as the throbbing ebbed. Then he kissed me gently. “You’re everything I imagined you’d be.”
Then without another word, Deacon scooped me up into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. The bed was already undone, and he laid me down on the silk sheets. They were cool to the touch. I reached for the blanket to cover myself, but he stopped me.
“Don’t. I want to look at your beautiful body.”
The way he looked at me didn’t make me feel cheap or uncomfortable, just beautiful as he’d said. He got off the bed, went to a small wet bar in the corner of the room and poured wine into two glasses. I found myself appraising his body. For a man his age, he was certainly fit. His stomach was flat and firm, his shoulders muscled. He brought the wine back to the bed and sat down next to me.
As we sipped the wine, he gently stroked my thigh. “I hope you’ll want to remain here with me and let me make you happy.”
I’d given this subject a great deal of thought already. Of course, I knew nothing was forever, but I liked the man. I hated to make rash decisions, though.
“You seem to be a terrific guy, but I really don’t know you—and you don’t know me. Can we take this a little more slowly?”
“I’m too old to date. However, I do have a compromise. Stay here on a temporary basis. If you’re not happy, say, in a month, you can go home. Is that okay?”
Even though it was a little too soon, it did seem fair. Besides, it was only a month, right? What’s a month out of an entire life?
I nodded my agreement. He took the glass from me and put it next to his on the night table. Then he reached for me. I melted into his arms as he began to make tender love to me. His gentle touch began to arouse me all over again. I didn’t think it was possible, but it was.
The man seemed to know all the right buttons to press. After one last orgasm, I fell contentedly asleep in his strong arms. My last thought was how easy it would be to fall in love with Deacon Masters.
I had an uneasy feeling that going off with a man I hardly knew made me no better than the mother I’d left behind. It wasn’t something I normally saw myself doing, but I convinced myself before I could get cold feet that I was doing the best thing for me at the time. In a way, it was because Deacon treated me right. It was easy to fall in love with him. It wasn’t an earth-shattering kind of love, but it was a comfortable one, with undeniably good sex. Looking back, any kid from the wrong side of the tracks would have done the same.
Two days later, Morgan took me shopping for warm clothes. Deacon was taking me to Whistler, British Columbia, where he owned a chalet. I was so excited! I was going to see real snow for the first time in my life. Unfortunately, the trip was canceled as he had to go away for a few days on business. Not wanting me to be alone, he had Morgan stay with me. Having Morgan serve as my babysitter soon began to happen more often than I would have liked. I didn’t think Morgan wanted to be stuck babysitting me, either.
In the beginning, it was the excitement of traveling to places I’d never been that attracted me to Deacon. Of course, he sweetened the relationship by giving me expensive things I could never have afforded even in my wildest dreams. But eventually, my feelings for him grew. As I said, they weren’t earth-shattering, but I did love him. Though he treated me well, he also sometimes frightened me. I discovered there was a less attractive side to him. He didn’t like to be crossed and could be a ruthless adversary in business. Knowing there was just a small stretch from the professional to his personal life wasn’t very comforting. I often wondered what he would do if I disagreed with him over some issue. Luckily, it never came to anything like that.
Despite how I felt for Deacon, as time passed, I found myself thinking more and more about Morgan. I couldn’t understand why I was so attracted to him. True, we were always thrown together, but I had been attracted to him from the first moment our eyes met. Though he was handsome and reminded me of a graceful black panther when he moved, he worked for Deacon and could never afford to give me what Deacon did. Yet, I still desired him and fantasized about him.
I loved to watch his muscles ripple when he moved and longed to run my hand lazily over them. More than that, I wanted to taste those sexy lips of his and twist my fingers in his hair. I reasoned it was all because he was like forbidden fruit, and the more I fought my feelings, the more attracted to him I became.
