"So," Deacon breathed in my ear, his arms locking mine behind my back, trapping my body between the kitchen counter of the shop and his body. "Laughing at me, were you, sweetheart?"

I tried to squirm free, a shit-eating grin plastered on my face, but each movement only seemed to make me even more painfully aware of what was pressed into me, grinding against me every chance it had.

"Yes," I answered defiantly, breaking off into a whimper as his lips found my neck, suckling on a spot just above my collarbone that almost had my legs buckling. "You're mama was telling me some pretty cute baby stories. What a...