Just a Taste (Private Relations 1)

Sara bit her bottom lip for a moment, as if she was considering, then said, “Very well. I haven’t eaten since breakfast. You’re forgiven.”

Deacon’s eyes focused in on her mouth. Setting the box down and moving toward her, his eyes darkened with a predatory gleam.

Immediately sensing the mood change, Sara stepped forward, meeting him halfway. Grabbing the lapels of his jacket, she pulled his mouth down to hers roughly.

With a groan, Deacon immediately took control of the kiss, his hands moving to tangle in her hair. Moaning softly, Sara released the lapels of his jacket and slid her hands inside and up across his broad shoulders.

Deacon continued to devour her mouth for a few moments more, hands tightening in her hair. He broke the kiss, nibbling on her jaw. He worked his way down her throat, dragging his tongue and teeth lightly down the side of her neck until she let out a low whimper.

He gentled his grip on her hair and eased back from the kiss, seeming to realize he had all but attacked her when he walked through the door.

Deacon closed his eyes and drew in a ragged breath.

Sara relaxed her fingers and slid them from his shoulders. Leaning her forehead against his chest for a moment, she let out a slow breath.

Laughing incredulously, she said, “Hello, Deacon. It’s nice to see you, too.”

Deacon laughed and said, “Hello, Sara. I hope you’ve been having a good day.”

Laughing, Sara said, “If I wasn’t before, then I am now.”

Eyeing the bags suspiciously, she said, “Is that really food?”

Smirking, Deacon said, “Chicken pad thai and a coke.”

Pulling the containers out of the bag, he passed her one, along with a drink and silverware.

Grabbing the food, Sara looked around for a place to sit and gestured to the office.

“We can sit in there. The guy in charge had this amazingly comfy couch brought in.”

Smiling, Deacon grabbed his food and headed toward the office door. Settling in on one end of the couch, Sara laid her food out in the middle of the couch and opened her drink.

Looking up at the door, she saw Deacon just standing there watching her.

He shook his head and softly said, “I really have no idea how I ever walked away from you back then.”

Snorting and gesturing up and down the length of her body, Sara said, “Clearly you were overwhelmed.”

Shaking her head with a somewhat sardonic smile on her face, she opened the takeout and sniffed the air appreciatively. Taking a bite and chewing, she said, “Excellent choice.”

Smiling smugly, he said, “Of course it is.”

Rolling her eyes, Sara took another bite and then gestured to the kitchen with her fork and said, “As much as I enjoyed that, we really can’t do that here. I’m trying to build a professional reputation.”

Deacon looked at her for the longest time, then sighed.

“You’re right. You’re right. It’s totally not fair to you. I own the company so I can just tell people to kiss my ass, but you really don’t have that luxury.”

Silently, Sara nodded in agreement.

Tilting his head, he asked, “You didn’t mean altogether, right?”

Shaking her head, Sara said, “No. I didn’t. But I really can’t have it looking like I fucked you for a contract, either.”

Blanching slightly at her blunt words, he said, “Wow. Okay. I agree. The last thing I want to do is to cause problems for you. I’ll keep my hands off you when we’re here.”

“But,” he added, pausing, “for what it’s worth, anyone who’s tasted the food knows why you got the contract.”