Page 19 of One Hot Chase

"Oh, don't listen to him," Julian interjects, his grin widening. "Wildewick Hall is a marvel. Centuries old, with secret passages, a hedge maze, and gardens that would make even the most jaded botanist weep with joy. We even have our own lake with a flock of swans."

Sabrina's eyes glitter with excitement. "Swans? Ooh, I'd love to see them."

I shoot Julian a warning glare, but he ignores me, focusing on Sabrina's obvious enthusiasm.

"Well then, consider yourself officially invited," Julian says with an outrageous flourish. "We're having a garden party next weekend. You simply must come."

Sabrina claps her hands together, practically bouncing on her toes. "A garden party? That sounds amazing!"

I clear my throat, trying to regain control of the situation, though that feels like a hopeless task. "Bree, darling, I'm not sure that's the best idea. My family can be a bit... overwhelming."

She turns to me, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh come on, Sir Declan. Are you afraid I can't handle your stuffy British family?"

"The Wildes are not stuffy. But that isn't the issue. It's just..."

She lifts her brows. "Just what?"

I don't want you anywhere near my family. That's what I wanted to tell her, but it would sound elitist. Sabrina has no idea about my romantic past. I doubt she would have any interest in sleeping with me if she did know.

I place a hand on my brother's chest and give him a gentle shove. "Bugger off, Julian. Go back to your wife and baby."

He raises his hands. "All right. Goodbye Sabrina. Goodbye, Decky."

At last Julian leaves, and I shut the door, turning around to face the woman who just moments ago had my cock in her mouth.

Her gaze narrows a touch. "So, are you going to tell me why you don't want me at the garden party? Is it because I'm not sophisticated enough for your family?"

I knife a hand through my hair, and my tone turns growly, though I hadn't intended to sound that way. "I am not that conceited. It's just...my family can be a bit much. Especially when it comes to discussions of my love life. I'd rather not talk about it right now. Besides, we barely know each other."

"Okay, no problem." Sabrina saunters over to the sofa and settles onto it, spreading her arms out as if she's inviting me to join her. "Now, where were we before your brother so rudely interrupted?"

I swallow hard as my gaze trails down her luscious body. "I believe you were about to give me a heart attack."

The sound of her melodic laughter, so sweet and yet sensual too, sends warm shivers down my spine. "Oh please, Sir Declan. I'm sure a big, strong knight like you can handle little old me."

I groan at the repeated use of my title. "Bree, I asked you not to call me 'Sir.' "

My feet move without my permission, and I seem to have no control over my body anymore. Before I realize what's happened, I'm standing directly in front of her. I tip my head down slightly to stare into her shimmering green eyes.

With her body mere inches from mine, she lays her hand on the cushion beside her and pets the velvety fabric in a distinctly erotic manner. "But your title suits you so well. Brave, noble Sir Declan, always ready to rescue a damsel in distress."

"Is that what you are? A damsel in distress?" My voice has dropped to an even lower, huskier register. "A few hours ago you called me evil."

"And then I offered to suck you off. I've seen another side of you, thanks to your brother's visit." She shrugs one shoulder. "Now you seem human."

"You are a very confusing woman."

"Call it a woman's prerogative." Bree stretches one leg out, nestling it between my knees, and then walks her toes upward until the largest one teases my cock. "I want you, Declan. Right now. I don't care what you do to me as long as I go off like a nuclear bomb. Better make me scream too. But first, I'm going to devour you."

"On the couch?"

"Mm-hm." She pets the cushion again. "Sit down, please."

What else can I do? My heart is racing, my pulse thunders in my ears, and I'm certain my cock will explode at any moment. So, I drop onto the cushion beside her.

Sabrina kneels at my feet and pushes between my thighs. Her fingers deftly undo my trousers once more, and I lift my hips to help her slide them down. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of my fully erect cock.

"My, my, Sir Declan," she purrs, "you certainly are...well-equipped."

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