It took seconds for them to find each other’s lips in the darkness of Deacon’s office. The pain that Deacon caused Gwen; now understood by Deacon, had fallen to the floor along with her clothes that she wore to please him. The door to his office came closed with a loud thud before his fingers moved to the latch that would keep others from intervening upon this moment. He was careful to navigate her through their darkened surroundings before coming to the edge of his desk. With her fingers dedicated to the locks of his hair, she could feel him begin to move around for the light upon the desk, struggling to find the string that allowed him to access its illumination. When coming to it, he pulled it quick to access the sight of her breathless and desperate with lust. There was something in th
