#Chapter77
/"Hey, sweet boy,/" Deacon greeted when I came into the bedroom. I wasn't really surprised that he had waited for me. /"How would you feel about me drying you?/"
I minded. I minded a lot. In fact, I was having none of it until his stupid touch ended up reminding my body that it liked his. He promised to get rid of my problem with his mouth if I let him dry me. He kept his promise. He patted me dry with the towel, fluffing up my damp hair, and warming lotion on his hands before applying it to my arms and legs before his mouth went to work.
