“Come on…show me what you’ve got, Declan,” she whispered in his ear. “You promised to show me—Oh!”
They both cried out, one after the other, as he slid home with one last, violent thrust. He collapsed against her, holding himself away until she pulled him down on top of her, welcoming the heavy, solid, salty weight ofhim.
She throbbed delicately, happily around him, her heart thudding, her toes curled, her eyes closed. All of her was warm and sated and felt very caredfor.
“That was…pretty amazing,” she said when she felt like she could form coherent words. It was after a long while…after he’d eased away, disposed of the condom somewhere aside, and gathered her up against his magnificentbody.
Legs tangled, toes mingled, breaths fenced, eyes closed. Limbs relaxed…pulsesslowed.
Until the sound of a door slamming jolted them abruptlyawake.
Sixteen
Declan boltedup and off the bed, nearly taking a header into the dresser because the sheets and blanket had somehow wrapped around hislegs.
Holy shit. Holy frakking shit—what is Stephanie doinghome?
He stumbled around like an elephant and yanked on his jeans—narrowly missing zipping up his very happy cock—and managed to find ashirt.
All the while, he was aware of the sounds from his daughter: “Dad? Are you home? Dad? Who’shere?”
Leslie was goggling at him with wide eyes and a mouth open with horror and silent laughter as she too pulled her clothes back on. He had a moment of regret when she covered that lovely ass with drooping leggings, then pulled on her sweater, sans bra andtank.
“I’m here,” he called when he heard the ominous sounds of Stephanie making her way down the hall. The last thing he needed was for her to bust into his bedroom. Not that she would…but one never knew with a fifteen-year-old.
Oh God, did he smell like sex? Could he even go out there? Would sheknow?
“Whose shoes are these?” Stephanie called just as Declan opened the door and came out into the hall. He closed it behind him in one last bid forprivacy.
“Hey, Steph,” he said, forcing himself to sound as casual as possible. “I was just—uh—”
“Who’s here? Is that Leslie—I mean Ms. Nakano’s car out there?” Stephanie had an extremely suspicious look at her face. “Are you— Were you—Oh my God!” Her face turned pink then bright red, and she gawked from Declan to the closed bedroom door. “Oh myGod!Dad!”
Declan had no idea what to say or how to react. He stood there, open-mouthed and confused as his daughter continued to repeat the same refrain as she turned in a circle in the hallway, alternately covering her ears, then her eyes, then hermouth.
The bedroom door opened and Leslie came out, looking as cool and unruffled as she would have in the boardroom. “Hi, Stephanie. I guess you got done with pom practice early today,hm?”
“I— Yes, I— We did. Coach Sandra was sick, so she sent us home early.” Stephanie was still looking back and forth between them, and her eyes were still wide, but she didn’t seem quite asflabbergasted.
“I’m starving. Want something to eat? Let’s see what we can find.” Leslie started toward the kitchen—as if coming out of Declan’s bedroom in the middle of the day, then deciding to raid his kitchen was the most natural thing in the world—and Stephanie turned tofollow.
Declan looked after them for a moment, then went back in his room to…well, to pull himself together. He went into the adjoining bath and put himself to rights, splashed water on his face and brushed his teeth, washing up—all the while realizing he was shirking his parental duty by allowing Leslie to handle themoment.
But he was just simply so mortified. Yes, he was an adult. It wasn’t so much a moral thing as the fact thathis teenaged daughter—whose friends ogled him, by the way—knewhe had just hadsex.
Oh. My.God.
He looked up at himself in the mirror and suddenly grinned like amaniac.
Oh yes, indeed, he’d just had sex. He’d just had mind-blowing, intense, sweet,amazingsex with a gorgeous, smart, sassy woman. And he couldn’t freaking wait to do itagain.
And with that very happy thought as fuel, he grew a pair and went out to face themusic.
“I wouldn’t recommend it, frankly,” Leslie was saying. She and Stephanie were sitting on stools at the small square kitchen island sharing a bag of nacho chips and salsa. “No matter how hot he is. I was young and very naive.” She gestured with a chip. “It could have turned out to be a real career killer if people found out or it went on long term. Especially since the bastard was married and never told me. But he wasveryattractive and extremely charming. Difficult toresist.”
Declan looked from one to the other. He didn’t think he wanted to know what they were talking about. But apparently, what he wanted didn’tmatter…
“We’re talking about the pitfalls of sleeping with your boss,” Leslie informed him as she languidly dragged the chip through the salsa. “I told her I don’t recommendit.”
