Just a Taste (Private Relations 1)

“Not in general, but right now, you’re looking rather smug, Deacon.”

“Am I?”

Narrowing her eyes again, she said, “Yep. Super smug now.”

Squeezing her thigh under the table, he said, “Have I mentioned that I love you this morning?”

Tilting her head, she thought for a moment and said, “No. I don’t think you have.”

Smirking, he said, “Okay. Just checking.”

Sara blinked at him, then said, “Really? Just checking?”

She turned her head away, but he could see she was trying not to laugh.

After a moment, he relented and said, “Sara. I love you. Just thought you might want to know.”

Turning her head, she said, “Cool. Thanks for keeping me in the loop,” then stuck out her tongue.

“Ouch. I guess I deserved that one,” Deacon said, rubbing the center of his chest.

Leaning in, Sara gave him a slow kiss and then said, “I love you ridiculously. Even when you’re being smug.”

Pausing, she said, “It feels weird to say it. It feels like it should be too soon, but it isn’t.”

Nodding, Deacon said, “I know what you mean.”

Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against hers. He could feel her sigh into his mouth when the kiss deepened.

They were both startled when the waiter came by to drop off their soup.

Digging into their meals, Sara gave a tiny moan of pleasure when she took a bite of her chicken, then chewed.

Deacon’s chopsticks paused midair. He set them down on the edge of his bowl and leaned over.

His mouth right next to her ear, he said, “That moan? It does things to me. If you’re not careful, I’m going to take you right here up against this bar, customers and waitstaff be damned.”

He lightly nipped her earlobe with his teeth before he moved back to take a bite of his food.

Quiet for a moment, apparently taking that last statement in, Sara finally looked over at him.

Smirking now, she said, “I really don’t have time to follow through this afternoon, but please be assured. Next time I see you? I’m going to do such bad things to you with my mouth. You have no idea.”

Her expression very matter-of-fact now, he watched her take another bite.

Shaking his head, he said, “When are you free next? I have to say, your idea is very relevant to my interests.”

“Well, I’m booked Monday and Tuesday. I’ve got a thing on Wednesday at JDC. Maybe after?”

Nodding, he said, “I’ll pack a bag and stay over.?

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“Sounds like a date then,” Sara said, breaking into her marinated egg.

“Is it okay if I leave some stuff at your place, so I don’t have to bring it back and forth?”

Blinking in surprise, Sara said, “Sure. I’ll clear out some space.”