This chapter is a little bit more adult rated (nothing over the top). Consider yourself warned.

Rayna spent the morning with Bucky running through a list of potential artists they were interested in for Highway 65. The twin looks of surprise when Deacon knocked on the door indicated that they had both lost track of the time. "Hey Deacon, I wasn't aware that you were coming in today." Rayna quickly adopted a professional look as she explained to Bucky that she had asked Deacon to pop in to help her work on a song she was stuck on. Deacon however had seen the look of yearning light up her face before she returned to being Rayna James. Giving them both a lopsided grin, he nodding in agreement at Rayna' declaration. "Ye but I thought we could grab a bite to eat before lock ourselves away for the afternoon."

Giving Bucky a look that asked 'are we done here", he nodded and began to pack up. "Good to see you again Deacon, you take care".

"Thanks Buck."

Smiling to himself Bucky walked back to his office. Shutting the door he chuckled as he recalled the look that passed between Rayna and Deacon, they weren't kidding anyone…it was obvious that they were together.

Leaning against the desk, Rayna's eyes traced the very desirable image in front of her. Deacon was wearing an old pair of faded jeans topped with a grey t-shirt. Her fingers twitched with a need to caress what was beneath the shirt. Raising her passion filled eyes to his face she drank in his features, as familiar as her own. Rayna pushed herself off the desk, her voice heavy with desire, "Hey."

Deacon crossed the room so that they were standing close enough to feel each others breath on their skin, "Hey yourself."

Her body visibly shivered as his voice caressed over her, his smile lit up his face highlighting the laughter lines around his eyes. Tentatively she raised her hand up and traced the lines. Deacon's breath caught in his throat as he watched Rayna draw her bottom lip in between her teeth, her fingers were causing his skin to prickle with anticipation. She tugged him slightly and he willingly closed the distance between their lips. They broke apart to catch their breath, they were both panting like they had run a marathon.

Deacon running his thumb over her swollen lips, he whispered "Ray…. We need to stop...to grab lunch." Sucking on his thumb she blinked slowly allowing him to see the passion in her eyes. She frowned slightly, confused at what he had just said. "Cause if we don't stop now, Bucky might be in for a big surprise when he walks in later."

Laughing, she fell forward allowing her head to rest on his shoulder as he hugged her to him. She could feel his desire pressing up against her. Nibbling his neck, she mumbled "as long as we get to finish this later."

"Hmmmm" moaning he tipped his neck sideways to give her more access, her nibble fingers toyed with the hair on his chest as he gripped her arse and pulled her flush against him. A moan from deep within her escaped and echoed through the room, as she grounded herself against his jeans. Deacon's large hands were simultaneously trying to negotiate down the back of her jeans and caressing the softness of her back. Their lips found each other as they struggled to get enough air into their lungs. Rayna pulled back a fraction and used her tongue to trace the outline of his lips before claiming possession again.

Deacon wrapped his arm tightly around her back, as he used his other hand to cup her butt cheek and lift her slightly off the ground. Rayna wrapped her legs around his waist, and he walked them slowly towards the office door. Using the solid wooden door as leverage, he pressed against her firmly using both hands under her butt to hold her up. Using their lips they teased and tasted each others skin, reacquainting their senses with what was once so familiar. Deacon sucked on her ear lobe before nosing the collar of her shirt aside so that he could use his teeth to scrap the tender skin of her collar bone. Flinging her head back against the door, she tightened the grip of her legs around him causing her to push her chest against him. Gasping she struggled to draw air into her lungs, while pulsating her lower body against his. Raising her eyes to his, she could see her own level of passion reflected back at her. Their skin was flushed with desire and they both panted in unison.

Pulling herself up against him again, Rayna nibbled his neck as he massaged her back frantically as though he couldn't get close enough to her. Her desire for this man was building to a frenzy state and with no release in sight, in frustration she bit down on his neck, alternatively sucking and soothing the spot. Groaning at the feel of her marking him, Deacon grounded against her. "Ahhh….Ray." A breathless Deacon moaned in her ear "Oh…god". Rayna tangled her fingers into his hair and gently pulled it. Her lips had found his and they were both devouring each other.

Their thrusting was making soft knocking noises against the office door and their desire filled gasps filled the otherwise silent room. So completely absorbed in their ache for each other they failed to hear the ring of the internal phone. Rayna could feel his warm breath teasing her swollen lips. Her own breath was shaky and full of yearning. Her whole body was tingling with uncontrollable need, teetering on the edge of a precipice just aching to let go. Deacon was always able to make her loose control, to overwhelm her senses so that she lost sight of everything around her. The throbbing of her body was matched by the buzzing in her head. Deacon gently bit the sensitive skin on her neck and slowly made his way back to her lips. Punctuating his words with small soft kisses on her tender lips, "Ray…think...the…phone…is….ringing"

"Hu?"

"The phone Ray…it's ringing."

"What?"

Slowly un-wrapping her legs from around his waist, he gently lowered her back down. Placing his hands on her shoulders he turns her towards the noise and pushes her in that direction "Think you might need to answer that."

Blinking dreamily, realisation slowly penetrates Rayna's ardour. Breathlessly she answers and she turns to watch Deacon struggling to control his own desire. "Um…what Buck?"

Deacon could hear the muffled voice of Bucky repeating what he had just told Rayna. Rayna's eyes were still unfocused, full of unrequited sexual desire. Watching him with naked want her mind was not concentrating on the voice at the end of the phone.

"Sorry Buck, who is here? And why? Aha…hmmm…ummm…yeah I guess. Umm give me a couple of minutes, and ummm I will meet them in my office."

Hanging up, she turned back and with regret now slowly replacing her desire, she sauntered over to Deacon. Scratching his stubble, "Leyla is demanding to see me." Drawing in a deep breath to steady himself Deacon kisses her forehead. "Go. Go put your executive hat. When you are done, we will grab some lunch."

Grabbing his face with both her hands, she gives him a quick passion filled kiss "God I love you." Deacon smiles against her lips, "I love you too."