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  “I’ve never sat up here before,” I gushed, leaning over the railing to get a better look.

  “You’re in for quite the treat.” He smiled, placing his hands on my waist to be sure I didn’t fall over.

  As we left the music venue with the rest of the late crowd, I was glad to be in the limo alone with Declan. We finally had peace.

  “There are two options.” He ran his hands through my hair, watching as it cascaded over my shoulders.

  His touch was pure ecstasy. “To what?”

  “On how we finish this evening.”

  “Two ways?” I asked nervously.

  “You can be dropped off at your apartment to spend an evening with your Bob.”

  “You know about Bob?” My eyes widened in surprise.

  He probably thinks I’m a crazy cat lady.

  “Cats are great,” he snickered.

  “What’s the second option?”

  “Bob spends the night alone.” He winked.

  “Why would Bob be spending the night alone?” I bit my lip. I hoped he was insinuating what I thought he was.

  He smiled coyly and lifted me onto his lap.

  I could feel a stirring under my bottom as Declan kissed my jaw line.

  “Bob should be fine for a night.” I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Declan’s soft lips on my skin.

  His mouth lifted at the corners slightly. My heart thudded in my chest. He created such strong emotion and desire in me. He slowly hiked the skirt of my dress up to my hips so I could straddle him.

  “Appropriate for the car?” I arched my brows this time.

  “Probably not.” He held tightly to my waist, not letting me move off his lap.

  I squirmed a bit under his grasp.

  I smiled as I felt his cock growing beneath me.

  “Declan!” I gasped, glancing down at the bulge in his pants.

  “What did you think would happen when you’re squirming on top of me?” He laughed.

  “How long until we’re at your house?” I whispered in his ear.

  He glanced out the window. “About ten minutes.”

  “Can you wait that long?” I asked, nibbling at his ear lobe.

  “I suppose.”

  He lifted me off his lap and deposited me next to him. I watched as he adjusted himself and sat back, taking a few deep breaths.

  Oh, God, I want that man! I need that man!

  My panties were wet and my nipples hard. I’d opted out of a bra so Declan was able to tell. I knew he could tell. He hadn’t taken his eyes off my breasts since lifting me off his lap.

  For the first time in years, I wanted to spend time with a man. I wanted to bed a man. No, not any man. That man. I wanted to feel his hands on me, his mouth all over me, and his cock inside of me. The thought of it made my body shudder with pleasure.

  “We’re here, sir,” the driver called out from beyond the partition.

  “Great.” Declan opened the door and dragged me out.

  He heaved me over his shoulder and carried a giggling me into his opulent house.

  This is not how I pictured being taken into Declan’s home for the first time.

  He put me down in the entryway and led me to the great room. Inside, a fire was roaring, chocolate-covered strawberries and champagne sat on a table, and a comfortable-looking loveseat was positioned right in front of the fire.

  “You knew I was coming back with you?”

  “I knew when I kissed you, I would have you,” he stated, yanking me in to his body.

  “How did you know?” I asked, gazing up at him dreamily.

  “I felt it. I knew from the moment I saw you that I needed to have you.”

  “You’re awfully cocky, Mr. Press.”

  “You have no idea, Miss Evers.”

  He picked me up and carried me to the loveseat. He laid me down gently and covered my mouth with his.

  “I want to give you the most unforgettable night, Sarah.”

  “You already have, Declan.” I brushed his hair out of his eyes and let my fingers fall down the side of his face.

  “Then let me finish it off the best way I can think of,” he said with a devilish gleam in his eyes.

  Chapter 8

  Declan grabbed the bottom of my dress and pushed it up to my hips. I bit my lip as I felt an ache grow in my pussy. Perhaps it was lust more than an ache. He ran his hands up my leg to my knee. He stopped touching and leaned down to kiss right below the kneecap. His lips felt amazing. His hands continued to move up toward my thigh. A small moan escaped as his long, soft fingers brushed against my panties, which were well saturated with my juices. I squirmed a bit under his touch, which seemed to excite him even more by the looks of the growing bulge in his pants. He abandoned my thigh and wet pussy to continue his trek upward taking my dress with him. He lifted me forward gently and tugged the apparently offensive garment over my head, depositing it next to us. I lay back, wearing nothing but little black panties.

  “You don’t wear bras?” he asked, intrigued.

  “Not with backless dresses,” I replied, breathing heavily.

  “Hmm.” He lowered himself down on me.

  He kissed gently at my jaw moving down to my collarbone, where he continued to kiss and nip.

  He is going to be mauled if he keeps this up! I thought as his mouth continued to move south.

  One of his hands suddenly grasped my breast and tweaked the nipple. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I reached up and held on to his back. I wouldn’t be able to withstand much more of the torture.

  This is pathetic, Sarah. He hasn’t even started doing anything! Hold out!

  His tongue flicked at the free nipple, and I could feel his smile against my skin. He was obviously pleased with the response to his stimulation. My nipples were hard enough to cut diamonds at the moment. My breathing became heavier with each passing tweak, flick, lick, and kiss. He let his hand linger on my breast as he continued his kissing down my body. I groaned as his tongue moved slowly down my stomach to my navel. It twirled around my belly button and right down to my hips where he switched to tiny bites at the bone. I squirmed as he massaged my breast with one hand, nipped my hip, and grabbed my thigh with the free hand. I groaned and tried to move away. I don’t know why I moved. I didn’t want to escape. I didn’t want to go anywhere, but the man was driving me insane.

  “If you don’t stop squirming, I’m going to have to make you.” He lifted my hips and slipped my panties off.

  There I lay beneath Declan, completely nude, sweating, breathing heavily, and we hadn’t even had sex yet.

  “Well you’re driving me insane,” I half-complained wanting him to just thrust his hard cock inside my wet pussy.

  “Deal with it.” He held on to my hips.

  “Deal with it?” I asked.

  “Yes, because if you can’t handle me touching you, you won’t be able to handle this,” he said, trading in light biting for kisses moving from my hips to the soft and very sensitive area right above my pussy.

  My eyes shot open as his tongue brushed against my clit. I bit my lip and grabbed his hair. He chuckled as he let his tongue explore the increasingly wet nether regions. I was somewhat surprised when I heard him moaning.

  “D-Declan, I-I don’t know ho-how much more I can take,” I stammered as he allowed his tongue to trace up and down the lips of my pussy.

  Then he focused on my clit. The light movements of his tongue made me squirm even more under his tightened grip. His tongue prodded at the opening, testing to make sure it was welcomed.

  Oh it was.

  His right hand moved from my hip to my pussy and one of his fingers slid in slowly. I closed my eyes and groaned as he moved his finger in
and out at a quickening pace. I wiggled and pushed him back. He sat up, surprised by my action. I leaned forward and ripped his shirt open and unbuckled the belt on his pants. I fumbled with the button but managed to get it. Yanking them off, I saw a massive cock pressed against the fabric of his boxer briefs. It wanted out, and I was more than happy to oblige. My eyes widened and I licked my lips at the sight. With shaking hands, I grasped the elastic on his undergarments and slid them down, freeing his cock from its prison. It sprang up and stood at attention.

  “Oh my God,” I said under my breath.

  I reached up and grasped the firm shaft in my hand. He moaned loudly while I stroked the magnificent dick. I leaned down and gently licked the tip.

  “Sarah!” he gasped, tangling his hands in my hair.

  “Shhh. My turn,” I muttered, continuing to lick and kiss his member.

  His cock throbbed under my touch. I gently bit my lip before taking him into my mouth.

  A groan rose from Declan’s mouth as I let my tongue travel up and down the shaft.

  “I can’t take it!” he grunted.

  Chapter 9

  He sat and lifted my head up.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I don’t want your mouth.”

  “What?” I asked, taken aback.

  “I want that pussy of yours.” He pushed me back onto a mound of pillows.

  Declan grasped my thighs firmly and made enough room for him to get between them. I could feel the tip of his cock pressed against me.

  “Do you want more?” he asked, a sense of needing, want, and urgency in his voice.

  I gripped his back and urged him into me. His long, hard, thick cock felt amazing as it slid inside me.

  “Yes,” I groaned.

  He closed his eyes and slowly let out a breath. Getting his bearings back, he began to thrust in and out of my pussy.

  I held on to him as he grunted, his cock pounding away like a champ filling me up. An intense and overwhelming sensation came over me. I could feel my body tightening.

  “I’m going to come,” I yelled out.

  He began to move faster and harder with a determination to go deeper than he could. A surge of energy and shaking overtook my body as my pussy tightened around Declan’s throbbing cock. I let out a scream as released pent-up sexual frustration escaped my body, leaving me with a feeling of satisfaction. He moaned, and I could feel his body stiffen. He quickly withdrew from me and let out an equally loud bellow as he released his load onto my stomach.

  We collapsed into a sweaty, heavily breathing heap.

  “I’m exhausted,” he finally said.

  “Same here. I should probably go home.”

  “Stay?” he asked, while stroking my cheek.

  “Do you want me to?”

  “Yes.” He ran his hand through my hair.

  I smiled lightly. “Okay.”

  We slowly stood. My legs felt like a bowl of Jell-O. Shakily, I followed Declan through the massive house. He led me up a flight of stairs, which in my current state was a bit of a struggle. My brain could not process just what stairs were and my thighs burned at the thought of doing anything else that was remotely close to physical activity. I dragged myself up and down the ridiculously long hallway to two tall double doors. Declan pushed them open, revealing an opulent bedroom.

  “You sleep here?” I couldn’t believe the size of his room.

  “Yes.”

  “Wow.” I whistled, looking around.

  “What?”

  “Let’s just say my bedroom could fit in your closet.”

  “Hmm,” he muttered, drifting to a door at the opposite side of the room.

  “Where are you going?”

  “We’re going to shower.” He opened the door and turned on the water.

  I followed, happy to have hot water hit my aching muscles.

  “Let me wash your back.” He soaped up a loofa and ran it over my back, down my ass, and my legs. As he brought it back up, his hand gently brushed against my pussy.

  I closed my eyes and let out a soft whine. I was sensitive but it felt so good. He pressed his wet body against my back and brought the loofa up and around to my stomach. His available hand lingered on my pussy. He slid two fingers inside me as he used the loofa to massage my breasts.

  “This isn’t exactly showering.”

  “Do you want me to stop?” His sweet, low voice was right in my ear.

  “No.”

  He dropped the loofa and bent me over. The massive cock slid into me from behind. I braced myself against the wall and placed my foot on the edge of the tub so he had better access. He held on to my hips as he pounded into me.

  “Oh god, Sarah!” He pulled out and held on to me as he finished off, letting himself go in the bottom of the shower.

  “That was fun.” I stood and faced him.

  “Now I’m really exhausted.”

  “Me, too.”

  We finished washing and climbed into bed. I felt extremely naked as he propped himself up on an elbow and stared at me.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing. You’re just so incredibly beautiful.”

  My cheeks began to burn.

  “You can’t blush.” Declan wrapped his arms around me.

  “Why not?” I yawned.

  “After what we did, you have no right to blush around me anymore.”

  We drifted off to sleep like that. His arms wrapped around me, our legs intertwined, and content. Our bodies fit perfectly.

  “Sir?” a voice called out.

  “Mm,” Declan mumbled, still sleeping.

  “Sir? The lady’s phone is ringing in the great room.”

  “Phone?” I asked. “Oh!”

  I sat up and looked around. The clock on the fireplace in the bedroom read seven.

  “Is it seven a.m.?” I asked the voice on the other side of the door.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Oh thank God! I won’t be late. Declan, I need to go!”

  “Why?” he mumbled, wrapping the blankets around his body. He looked like he was snuggled up in a cocoon.

  “I have to work today.” I climbed out of bed and ran to the door.

  “You’re naked,” a muffled voice called from the bed.

  “Oh!” I replied, looking down.

  Last night wasn’t a dream! me inner self squealed and jumped up and down.

  “My robe is on the chair by the window.”

  “Thanks.” I grabbed it and ran out the door.

  “Your phone, ma’am,” a tall, elderly man said, handing me the phone.

  Meredith’s picture was plastered on the front.

  I swiped at the screen. “Hello?”

  “Where are you?” she asked in a panic.

  “Good morning to you, too, sunshine.”

  “I came by this morning because I was out of coffee and you’re not here!”

  “Key is on top of the doorframe.”

  “You are not answering my question, Sarah.”

  “Mer, I’m just not home right now.”

  “Tell her where you are,” a voice bellowed from the room.

  I cringed and sighed heavily.

  “Who was that? Are you with a man?” She was silent for a moment. “Oh my God, you’re with Declan Press, aren’t you! Did you fuck him? Was he good? Are you okay? What was it like?”

  “We will talk later. Key is on top of the doorframe. Help yourself to coffee and kindly feed Bob. I’m sure the tubby is starving to death,” I whispered into the receiver.

  I ended the call and held the phone to my forehead.

  Shit. I did not want everyone to know yet.


  “Does she know?” he asked, yawning behind me.

  “Yes.”

  “How are you going to explain it to her?”

  “I don’t know yet.” I smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

  “Can I meet your friends?” he asked.

  “You want to meet my friends?”

  “I do.”

  “Why?” I turned to look at him.

  “Last night wasn’t some one-night stand.”

  “It wasn’t?” I stared into his eyes trying to read him.

  “I don’t take such elaborate measures on romantic dates for one-night stands.” He frowned and furrowed his brows.

  “I just thought . . .”

  “You just thought that I’m being the usual philandering Declan Press. Right?”

  I opened my mouth to say something but shut it before I dug an even deeper hole for myself.

  “Don’t believe everything you read in the tabloids. I’m not the horribly evil man that broke poor Giselle’s heart. She broke mine. The gold digger was only after me for the money. She cheated on me with anything that had a dick and was willing to fuck her.”

  “Oh.” I bit my lip. “I’m not the type to go after a man for money.”

  “I know, and you didn’t pursue me. I’m the one who went creepy stalker and hunted you down at work.” He laughed.

  “Right.”

  “I’ll see you tonight,” he stated rather than asked.

  “I’m supposed to be meeting with my friends . . .” I started.

  “Perfect, since I would like to actually meet them.”

  “All right. Be at my place at seven.”

  “I’ll see you then.” He kissed me lightly on the cheek.

  My heart leapt to my throat.

  Declan Press likes me! He likes ME! He wants ME!

  I got dressed and gladly accepted the ride back to my apartment.