“I want two, maybe three, too.”
His eyes lit and he pressed closer. “Miracle.”
That confused me.
“Sorry?”
“Somethin’ my Cassie Boss isn’t gonna fight about.”
I grinned even as I lamely slapped his arm.
He bent his head and brushed my lips with his before he lifted away and asked, “You gonna watch the news with me?”
“I don’t watch the news, Deacon, because it’s not news. It’s televised depression.”
He chuckled.
“No, seriously,” I said.
“Right,” he replied, still chuckling. “Then go on up. I’ll just watch the top and be up with you.”
“Okay.”
He gave me another brush on the lips before he took his weight from me.
I rolled off the couch and strolled to the doorway.
I stopped in it, unable to see Deacon where he was lounging on the couch.
It didn’t matter. I didn’t need to see him. I figured he’d hear me.
“Baby?” I called.
“Right here,” his deep voice called back.
Yes he was.
Thank God.
My voice dipped lower when I said, “When you come up, would you play with me?”
Last night he’d given it to me vanilla. Or, more aptly, I’d given it to him since I rode him until he found it (after other things, of course; and I found it too, definitely).
Now he’d had a good night’s rest and a day of nothing taxing, just taking care of a sick kid.
I wanted to explore.
The air in the room got heavy in a good way but he just ordered, “Be naked when I get there, Cassie.”
“I will,” I said softly.
Deacon didn’t reply.
I didn’t need it.
I was already on my way upstairs to get naked.
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