So I keep writing. It’s easier than thinking about how everybody loves him. The wives. The men. The drivers. The kids. The animals. All of them talk about him, or stare at him, with the same annoying light in their eyes.
The page blurs. My head lolls back against the cushion.
At some point, my eyes drift closed because the next thing I know, I jerk awake, my heart racing like it knows he’s there.
And he is. Kneeling in front of me. Watching me like I’m a dessert tray and he skipped dinner.
His aqua eyes rake over my body, and I suddenly remember my outfit of heels, fishnets, barely there bra and panties, his tie around my throat. Heat flares in his gaze, dark and hungry.
“Nice fucking outfit, Molly,” he says with a quirk of his lips. “Were you looking for somecraic?”
“No, I’m not looking for ‘crack’,” I shoot back automatically, even as my skin lights up. “I came for a tie.”
He catches the ends of it in his fist and gives a sharp tug that pulls me straight into his chest.
“Are you sure?” he murmurs, pinning me against the cushion.
No. “Yes.”
He bends his head and licks a slow path along my neck, mouth closing over one exposed nipple. My breath stutters. He sucks, teeth scraping against my flesh, and every nerve in my body goes on high alert.
“I want to know if you’ve done anything about my dad,” I blurt, clinging to the last thread of my sanity.
“This isn’t the time to talk about your da.” The vibration of his voice hums against my skin. He moves to the other nipple and sucks harder. A moan escapes me. My pussy clenches, slick and needy.
“But I’m working on it,” he adds. “Maybe he doesn’t want to be found.”
He bites my nipple, and his hand drifts down, cupping me through the thin net of my panties. It’s basically like he’s touching bare skin.
“What did your boyfriend want?” he asks, voice turning sharp.
“To give us coasters,” I snap. “And he’s not my boyfriend. He’s leaving. And I’m glad he is.”
Declan’s fingers push the panties into me, rough and hot, and my hips buck against his hand against my will.
He pulls back, eyes glittering. “I don’t think I want to talk about him either. Crawl onto my bed, since you walked in here like a gift to be unwrapped.”
Desire hits me hard enough to steal my breath. I get up from the couch and climb onto his bed, my knees sinking into the mattress.
“Just like that,” he says, coming up behind me, palms smoothing over my ass.
The first slap has a sharp, perfect sting. Then the second, on the other cheek. Heat blossoms under my skin, pain turning instantly into something else. Somethingwicked.
He bites my left ass cheek, sucking, and my entire core clenches around nothing.
“Oh, God.”
“Just me,” he says, amused. His fingers slide between my thighs, tracing my slit, up over my clit and down again. Then he pulls my ass cheeks apart and blows a soft breath over me.
I almost come from that alone.
“Turn over,” he orders.
I roll onto my back. He yanks the tie free and uses it to bind my wrists.
He strips out of his clothes. No hesitation. My mouth waters at the muscle, hard lines, and thick erection.
My mouth actually waters.
