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“Call me good girl.”

He leans over me, his chest against my back. I’m not any kind of aerial yoga goddess, but I suspect if I lifted my arms off the table, I would still be airborne in his embrace. “If you want me to call you a good girl again, you’re going to have to earn it.” A stroke, slow and measured. It’s so not what I want, and I whimper. “You want me to say it?” His voice is hot against my ear. It feels like he’s growling through my skin and deep into my body. “I’ll say it when you squeeze around my cock, draining every drop from me as you follow your own pleasure as far as it leads you. Scream my name when you come and I’ll call you good girl.”

Oooh, daddy Declan, yes.

He punctuates that statement by pushing so deep inside me, he fills parts I didn’t realize were empty. My body sings, calling out to him, pulling him deeper. The orgasm is right there, bright and shiny.

Two thrusts later, and I unspool. I clench around him, rising off the counter. He shifts to support me, his hands warm and strong, and that only makes the pleasure last longer. “Declan!” I cry out through wave after wave of the orgasm.

He holds me through it all, giving me what I need. As my body starts to relax, I tighten my muscles around him, just as he asked. I’ll milk him all day for those sweet words.

“Good girl,” he whispers into my ear. Then he flips me onto my back on the counter and fucks me until I come apart again, tears dripping from me like beads of pleasure. Then, as my second, smaller orgasm ebbs, he arches his spine and empties into the condom.

“Daughtry,” he breathes, then collapses on top of me.

I feel hazy and light and something like complete, caught and supported between the hard, cold countertop and Declan’s warm, strong body.

“Are you okay?” Declan asks, his cock softening inside me.

I don’t want to move, don’t think I can move. “What the fuck was that?” I giggle, then cover my mouth with the back of my hand.

Declan’s face clouds. He pulls out of me and disposes of the condom, wrapping it in a paper towel before chucking it in the trash. He pulls up his pants. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I said—”

“Oh my gods, no!” I reach for him, grabbing the end of his polo shirt and tugging him down toward me for a kiss. “It was amazing.” I kiss him again, letting my mouth linger, trying to sear the memory of him into me. “It was sneaky, incredible sex.”

“Sneaky incredible?” He bends down and pulls my leggings and underwear up over my legs. Which is good because I’m completely boneless at the moment.

“Yes.” I let him lift me off the counter and carry me to the couch. He lays me down gently and covers me with a throw. “I thought it would be a little quickie against the counter, but damn, you throw down.”

I watch as he fills a glass with iced water, then takes down a bowl and fills it with chili. “I don’t think I know what that means,” he says. Moving to the fridge, he takes out the toppings his mom had packed into little containers.

“It means you are amazing at sex,” I tell him, appreciating the blush that appears along his tanned neck. “Seriously. If I didn’t have a one time policy—”

“You have a one time policy?” His gaze catches mine, and there is something bruised and aching inside it that makes me want to shrivel. He sets all the dishes on a tray and carries it over to the couch.

I struggle to sit up through the rush of emotions and post-orgasm hormones. “I mean, it’s not like a hard and fast rule. Haha, hard and fast.” Declan does not seem to find that funny. “Hey.” I reach over and take his hand. “I’m sorry if I said the wrong thing. Thank you. Honestly. That was possibly the best sex I’ve ever had. You’re incredible, Declan.”

His expression softens, and something deep in my chest flaps like a newborn baby bird. “So are you. It was…electrifying.”

There is something warm in his gaze that makes me want to stay there forever. Like he sees who I really am, and likes her.

It’s highly problematic.

I swallow, my mouth dry. “You should get back to the house,” I say. “Your mom and Alex are probably wondering where you are.”

“Right.” His jaw tightens. “I’ll go. Good night, Daughtry.”

“Good night.”

CHAPTER 10

Daughtry

Two hours later, my body has finally recovered from its sex coma. I inhale the chili, shower, and wrap myself in warm pajamas. This cottage reminds me of all of the best things about the Fosters. It’s comfortable and welcoming and filled with practical luxuries.

I turn off the lights, ready for bed since I have to perform tomorrow, when I hear a knock at the door.

Declan.

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