Chapter Twenty
I’m aware that I sleep, but wrapped around Declan’s body I have no nightmares. I dream of fucking him, holding him, kissing him. I vaguely remember waking up once, realizing I rolled away from him, and I rolled toward him again, found him, pulled him to me, and instantly dropped back to sleep.
When the alarm on his phone goes off too damn early Wednesday morning,even earlier than my own alarm usually goes off, I grumble and roll over so he’s pinned under me.
Laughing, he tries to ease himself out from under me. “I have to get ready, Sir.”
“No, you don’t. I’m the boss. We can be late today. Text her and tell her you’ll ride in with me.”
“I need clean clothes, Sir.”
“You can wear mine.”
He chuckles. “You’re taller and bigger than me, Sir. I think someonewould notice.”
I grumble. “Then we can all be late this morning, dammit.”
He relaxes a little, now holding me, but I can tell he’s still going to get up.
Except I want to shower with him this morning. I’m not ready to give this up yet.
I’m not ready to givehimup yet.
Before Declan can leave my bed, I pull him in for a long, deep kiss. There’s no hesitation in his response, no drawing back.
No resistance.
“I need to make your coffee, Sir,” he reminds me. “Ma’am will be here soon. She’ll beat my ass if I don’t have it ready when she arrives.” Even in the dim light, I hear the smile in his tone.
Emotion wells up inside me, threatening to rip me apart. “George,” I tell him. “Call me George.”
“Ma’am said—”
“Fuckwhat Casey said. Right now, I want you to saymyname. Call me by myfucking name, Declan.”
He pauses, then snuggles close and lets me hold him while I kiss him. “I need to make your coffee, George,” he whispers against my lips between kisses. “Please let me go make your coffee for you, George.”
I…fuckingshiver.
A good shiver, but it shakes my world to my foundation, to the depths of my soul, even.
Ellen used to make me shiver like that. All the time.
I cuphis face, my forehead pressed against his. “Thank you, Dec,” I say. “Thank you for all of this, for what you’re going to do, everything. I…” I choke back the emotions trying to break through. Dammit, I fucking willnotcry this morning. “Tell me the truth. Never lie to me. How was last night?”
He nuzzles my nose with his. “I’m hoping we do that again, and often.”
“And this morning? After spendingthe night? Would you want to do that again?”
His smile fades. “That’s up to Ma’am. And you.”
My sexually-fueled inner bravado of last night has evaporated in the cold light of dawn.
I’m terrified if she realizes how much I want him now that she might never let him sleep here again, and I don’t know why I feel like that. She already told me I’d get him for the DC trip, but…
“You tell me whatyouwant, Dec.”
He nods. “Iwantto do this again, George. A lot. But I want to call you Sir.”
