Page 168 of Always Be an Us

"Just how many people knew about this?" I ask Declan while still staring at Poppy. “Everyone?”

Declan shrugs. “Everyone who is important.”

"I didn't," Grandpa says, sounding mildly offended as he walks to us, with his arm laced through Dr. Han's as though preventing his escape.

"That's because you got a big mouth and can't keep a secret to save your life," Poppy points out to which Grandpa frowns and opens his mouth to say something.

But I don't quite catch what Grandpa says. In fact, I tune out the rest of their bickering because I'm too busy staring at Declan.

He's staring at me and I can see the love glowing from his eyes.

And I can't help but think that with thisandthe discovery of the Pink Pearl, it was all fated to be. That the universe really is resetting itself. That all this is a new beginning for everyone in Laketown.

"Just so you know, I think we're going to be together forever," I tell Declan in a low tone.

He smiles bemused "Why do you say that?"

I shake my head. "Just a feeling."

Epilogue

Declan

Emma giggles as we stumble through my office doors, but the giggle turns into a moan when I draw her flush against my body. I swallow the sound, spinning around to press her against the door, using momentum to bang the door close.

The movement is a little violent, but I can't help it. Hunger for her tears through my gut.

"Hurry," Emma whispers as I fumble with the front of her shirt, noting her eyes now flush with desire. "They’ll be back any minute from now. We don’t have a lot of time."

I grunt, because she’s not telling me anything I don’t already know. We’ve been inundated with guests for weeks and dealing with a million logistical issues.

The reopening of the Pink Hotel is imminent, and Emma has been having a busy week, hiring new servers at her Grandpa's Tiki Bar, which is now pretty much inundated with customers each day. Between all the tourists that are flooding into town, fielding the reporters, wedding planning, and about a billion other things, Emma and I have barely had any time to ourselves. As such, my hunger for her has grown to epic proportions to the point where vivid daydreams interrupt my work.

Today is a rare day when Emma and I are alone at the nearly renovated Pink Hotel, and I plan on taking full advantage of it.

I hear a rip and finally give up on the buttons, deciding to just tear the shirt off her. Her eyes widen in shock especially when her bra quickly follows suit. I don’t have time for finesse.

If I’m not inside her within the next few minutes, I think I’m going to explode.

But I need to get her ready first.

I fill my hands with her mounds, plucking her nipples. Her eyeballs roll back and she moans. I squat a little and add my tongue into the mix, laving and nipping her engorged tip the way I know she loves it. Emma starts squirming against me, but I groan as her body brushes against my hard-on.

I take a step back, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath before suckling her into my mouth.

"Oh my God," she gasps. She reaches for my hips, but I catch her hands before she make contact, shaking my head. I can’t risk having her touch me right now. I just might die.

I suckle hard, and her head softly hits the door as she moans to the roof. I lift her into my arms and she wraps her legs around my waist. I’m stumbling deeper into the office, and the second my knee hits the corner of my table, I reach out and sweep the contents off. I hear a crash and a few thuds. Something large hits my toe, but I barely feel the pain.

All I feel now is pure hunger.

Emma grasps my hair, pulling my head to hers so she can devour my lips. I kiss her back just as desperately, our tongues dancing and tangling together, moaning into each other's mouths.

I sit her on the desk with her legs still wrapped around me. Then, I pull back and stare into her eyes as I reach down and rip off her panties. Thank God, she’s wearing a skirt today.

"Have I told you lately," I say in a voice that sounds like gravel. "How much I love you?"

With that, I push my finger into her damp pussy, through the damp curls, and slide over the nub into the entrance. She bites her lip and squirms again, eyes darkening with anticipation.

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