Wendy came into the room bringing a small tray with cheese, crackers, a hugecslice if apple pie and another pitcher of iced tea. Seemed her mother had insisted on there being only something to munch on as they were havibg dinner out.

Deacon returning from the bathroom freshly showered and draped in nothing but a fluffy peach towel that rested too low on his hips for the comfort of Wendy's peace of mind greeted her with a cheeky grin.

She stood by the door staring at him her eyes feasting on the delightful sight. He was just as devastating to her senses clothed as he was half-clothed and she dared not to imagine him unclothed.

She swallowed hard and willed her limbs to move while trying her best to appear indifferent, but her mind did not intend to play fair because the images that it brought to mind had her almost sending the contents on the tray spilling at her feet.

"Are you alright love?" He asked looking intently at her as he slung the other towel he had no doubt used to dry his now spiked mane around his neck.

She was itching to stroke the unruly array of wet strands in place and she could only imagine how soft it would feel gliding through her fingers. She found herself also imagining what other things would feel like too beneath her greedy touch.

"Never better," she lied and hurridly move to place the tray on the bedside table. "Thought you would like something to snack on so I brought up this."

In all honesty, she would have stayed locked away in the kitchen with Martha if the tray was not placed in her hand and the sweet caring figure of the short plump woman who was like a mother to her hadn't said with a frown. "Surely you don't plan to snack by yourself, take that up to your beau child."

This was going to be the death of her sanity. Beau? What beau? Looking at him standing all carefree and so casual practically naked she knew he was the devil personified and the lustful demons in her were just waiting to unhinged.

"I hope you're not allergic to cheese," she said sweetly and stared innocently at him.

Deacon smiled broadly and said, "I am not so nothing to worry about my love."

"Don't call me that," she snapped moving from where she stood as he approached. "And could you put some clothes on?"

She really needed to relax, but Deacon and the situation were no walk in the park as this man was sex personified wrapped in sin, and drizzled with lust.

"Am I making you uncomfortable Wendy?" he asked looking at her with a knowing grin.

She walked over to her carryall as staying put and looking at him was driving her crazy.

"Huh! Why would you?" she returned trying to appear apathetic but knew she was failing miserably.

She was zipping open her carryall when she felt the warmth of his body near her. The minty scent mixed with patchouli and lavender of his body wash invaded her nostrils and increased her awareness of him ten fold. Her hand trembled and her fingers fumbled with the zipper.

"White lies," he said his voice low and sensual "are my favorite as they lead to sweet compromises."

"Wh--- what?"

"Your little lies are only going to lead to you having to make a concession," he said softly as he let his warm hands circle her wrists then slide slowly up to her shoulders where he pulled her more firmly against his body.

Wendy felt the potency of the electrifying desire of need leaped through her and pooled in the depth of her womanhood and she throbbed with a need that she never felt with any other man.

His hands-on her shoulders went to circle her neck gently and tipped her head backward. He dipped his head and his warm mouth and hot wet tongue on her already wanting flesh gave her more electrifying sensations that leaped through her body with knee-buckling force. Her breasts felt heavy with need, her body was alive with it and her center pulsed.

She pressed into him and smiled when the realization that he too was throbbing with need poked into her butt cheek. He was encased in this spell and was very much under its influence.

Should she allow it to take control? After this weekend she had nothing but to go back to the city and pretend to be his fiancé just like he was doing here for her but when they call it quits when his dear friend was safely in Africa what would she have?

She should create one memory that she could hold unto, one moment she could lock away in her heart and keep with her forever. Without rationality or reason, she turned into his embrace and fused their lips. She kissed him long and hard with all the need she was feeling.

He did not miss a beat. He wrapped her into his arms as their tongues tasted, their lips fused and their body molded. Why should she deny herself this when she needed it? This was her opportunity and it did not have to be complicated. A compromise is exactly what she needed.

Her hands that were roaming over his well-defined body reluctantly stopped their exploration and went to pull the button and zipper on her pants she pushed both it and her panty over her hips in one fluid motion before she captured his lips again. As she reached to remove the towel he stopped her.

"Are you sure?" He asked huskily.

She looked intently into his eyes and knew if she let this moment pass she would regret it.

"Yes, yes I am," she told him her words filled with assurance.

When he released her hand she pulled the towel away, her eyes feasted on the sensual thrust and curve of his pink-tipped ramrod member and she timidly reaches out to touch it. The swift intake of a rugged breath caused her to look up at him.

He was looking down at her soft chocolate skin against his vein-raised pink-tinged member. His eyes were hot dark pools of desire and they deepen a darker shade as her hand slid down the length of him then back up to circle the wet smooth tip.

"If you don't stop that I think this will be over before it's even started," he warned.

"You're so hot," she said softly as her hand continued its gentle stroke her mind so captivated by the feel of him in her palm.

He smiled at her and her body fueled with need leaped with further awareness. His smile was so alluring. She wished to do everything to have that smile hers.

"Wendy?"

"Yes?"

"I love what you're doing but I need to be inside you," he told her.

"Be my guest," she said reluctantly letting him go.

She turned around bent forward and offered him entrance from behind. It took all of Deacon's willpower not to take her in one long hard deep thrust. He stared at her shaven buff ready and glistening with her desire to be taken.

His member twitched with readiness but he held on a little more he had to touch her. He reached for her and caress the warm flesh before he slips a finger into her wet hot core and they groaned in unison.

"Please," she begged that one word saying it all.

The finger that had begun to move in and out of her seized its wretched delicious torment. He smiled and was about to put them both out of their misery when a knock sounded at the door.

He had expected Wendy to pull away or whatever had happened earlier to propel them down this avenue to be broken but she shocked him by pushing into him a sure sign she did not want him to stop. He was about to comply when another knock sounded and a voice said.

"The Adams have arrived Ms. Wendy.
You and Mr. Ffrench are asked to be in the den."

"Thank you, Bertha," Wendy called before flopping onto the bed her naked ass offering more distractions as it pushed everything else from Deacon's mind.

"I am going to take another shower," he informed her before leaving for the bathroom. "A very cold one."

With a groan, she trashed her arms in frustration hitting the bed and a pillow before she got up fixed her clothes, and prayed the throbbing need in her center stopped.

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Wendy is ready for the compromise but seems circumstances are just dangling it close but not giving her the opportunity just yet to take it. Will this break cause her to pull back or is she ready to take every and any opportunity to have Deacon Ffrench in every sense of the word?

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