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CHAPTER 24
Riley
“What? No… no, I’m not doing this.” I tried to step away from Deacon, glaring at him when he caught my arm just above my elbow.
He smiled at the sales associate. “We need a minute.”
“Of course,” he said and walked away.
Deacon glanced around the store before tugging me to a quiet, more secluded section between a wall of glasses and a spinning rack of sunglasses. He pressed me up against the space of bare wall next to the rack and placed one hand on the wall next to my head, penning me in.
“You need glasses, Riley,” he said.
“I know I do,” I snapped in a low voice. “But I don’t need glasses that are…” I checked the tag on a pair of the frames closest to me and nearly fell over at the price. “Holy shit… I’m not buying glasses with six hundred dollars frames, Deacon.”
“You’re not buying them. I am,” he said.
“No,” I said.
“Yes,” he said.
I glared at him. “I can buy my own glasses.”
“Then why haven’t you?” he asked.
“Because I… my car broke down, and I had to use the money I saved up for glasses for the repairs. But I’ll have the money in a few weeks and -”
“You can’t go another few weeks,” he said. “I know you’re getting headaches from squinting, Riley.”
I looked away. “It’s not that bad.”
I bit down on my bottom lip, but Deacon tugged my lip free of my teeth with his thumb. “Baby, I want to do this. Be my good girl and let me buy you glasses.”
My need to please and make him happy surged forward with astonishing speed. “Stop it.”
“What?” he asked.
“You’re using my kink against me,” I said.
He grinned shamelessly. “I am.”
He leaned closer, and my hands clutched his suit jacket when he brushed his mouth over mine. “Don’t you want to be my good girl, Riley?”
“Yes,” I said in a low voice, holding back my urge to hump his leg. We were in public, for God’s sake.
“Then let me buy you glasses,” he said.
My fingers still clamped on his suit jacket, I said, “Fine. But can we go somewhere cheaper? I can pay you back much faster if we go somewhere more reasonably priced.”
“You’re not paying me back.”
“Like hell I’m not,” I said indignantly.
He pressed even closer, and I made a soft squeak when he slid his hand behind me and gripped my ass, giving it a rough squeeze. “This is a gift for my good girl.”
He brushed his mouth against mine again, and I suddenly didn’t care that we were in public. “Deacon, please.”
I could feel his erection against my stomach, and I squirmed restlessly. “I need you.”
