It catches me off guard, and I stop my trail on her breasts. Guilt hits me, but then I know it’s a distant memory, because for some reason, I feel like something else defines us. I latch on to her nipple to kiss while her head falls back.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” I say against her nipple. “Use me the way you need, Vi.”
She aligns me with her opening and sinks down, her warm heat wrapping around me like a perfect glove.
No condoms with her is going to mess with my head, I know it, because I can never go back with her, and this feeling is pure indulgence, even more that it’s a type of closeness that is intensified when you already care for someone.
“Declan, is this what you want?” Her sweet moan follows the rhythm of her slow thrusts.
I use my hands to bring her breasts together as she moves on top of me. “Yes, baby, exactly like this. Clench harder,” I urge.
She clamps down, and my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. This woman is sexual dynamite with a heart of gold. And I hate the fucking guy who will claim forever with her.
But right now, she is mine, which is why my lips crash against hers to ensure we are completely one, until she convulses around my length, taking my own orgasm with her.
* * *
I fastenmy watch around my wrist, and Violet emerges from the bathroom in a summer dress that I had sent over from a boutique a few blocks down. I had them send over a few options, plus lingerie, in case we lose this dress too somehow in one of our morning escapades.
Violet looked concerned that my call to the boutique was so simple, then she eased when I assured her that I knew of the place because my cousin stayed here a few months ago and she studies fashion.
“Okay, I think I’m ready. I got a text from Charlotte that I can just get my car from her place whenever by asking the doorman for access to her garage. She’s not at home, surprise, surprise.” Violet’s tone is the opposite of her words.
We look at one another with a knowing thought.
“They probably went to an after-party, and who knows where they are,” I add.
Violet holds a hand up. “I don’t want to know. Besides, I’m starving.”
I walk behind her and gently pat her ass to scoot her out of my room. “As you should be.”
My phone chimes a sound, and I pull it up from my pocket to see Ford is video calling me. “Shit.” I show Violet the screen, and her eyes blaze.
Yet, instead of ignoring it, I answer, since Violet is out of view. “Hey, man.” I smile. “What’s going on?”
Ford looks like he’s lying by his pool. “Just wanted to check if you’re going to the team reunion leading up to pre-season games. I got the email from the team, and then another email from marketing about a press conference. I don’t know, I just go with the flow, but thought I would touch base that you also got it so that we’re on the same wavelength.”
I scratch the back of my head while I balance the phone. Meanwhile, Violet smirks at me while she reaches for the buckle on my jeans to mess with me.
“Yeah, I saw something come in but didn’t open it.” I attempt to shoo her away to no avail, and I do my best not to crack a laugh in front of Ford, but he must pick up on something, as his face changes to entertainment.
“I think I’m interrupting?” He smirks.
Violet’s face is pure mischief.
“No, it’s okay. I was just heading out, need to get my day moving.”
Her fingers curl into the waistband of my jeans, and I do my best to keep my face straight.
“I’ll let you go then, and just give me a call next time you’re in Lake Spark, we can grab a beer.”
“For sure.” My voice is strained.
The moment the call ends, Violet’s head falls back as she laughs. Immediately, I tickle her which only causes her laughter to grow. “Are you kidding me? With your brother on the other end?”
“Oopsies.” She flashes her eyes at me.
“What happened to a peaceful breakfast?” I ask.
