Page 80 of Fireworks & Forehead Kisses

“I thought about what I would do if I had you again. I thought about you using your pretty mouth to suck me off.”

A shock of bliss exploded in my core.

“Get on your knees.”

I lowered down onto my knees before him as flames of arousal spread through me like wildfire. Declan’s propensity for control in a work environment was not something I appreciated. In the bedroom, it was very much appreciated.

He wrapped his fingers around his girth and pressed it to my mouth. I kissed his mushroom tip, then licked it. A deep, masculine groan ripped from his chest. I reached out and braced myself, grabbing his hips. My nails dug into his skin as I wrapped my lips around his tip, and he fed himself into my mouth.

His hand cupped the back of my head as he guided me up and down his shaft. My tongue slid along the silky, taut skin wrapped around his steel-hard erection. I worked to keep my throat relaxed so I could take as much of him as possible. I kept swallowing as I sucked him until I began to choke.

“Fuck,” he growled as he swelled in my mouth.

I kept one hand on his hip to anchor myself, but with the other, I cupped his balls. He hissed as I massaged them and worked my mouth up and down his shaft, making sure to keep the suction of my lips tight. My tongue flattened against his shaft, licking the underside.

His girth pulsed with each pass of my mouth. I moved my hand from his balls to the base of his length, and I tightened my fingers around him. I began to work both in tandem, sucking and stroking him. My mouth watered as my tongue pressed against his straining shaft. Every time I reached the head, Iswirled my tongue around in a circular motion, then took him as deep as I could. I lost myself in the rhythm of going up and down, up and down, until a deep groan ripped from his chest, and he picked me up off the floor.

The next thing I knew, I was being carried over to the bed. When he started to move onto the mattress with me, I reached out and touched his chest. My hands explored his upper body in a way they hadn’t the last time we’d been together.

My exploration was cut short when Declan grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head. His face hovered above mine, and his lips brushed against my mouth as he spoke. “I didn’t tie you up the last time we were together.”

I waited to see where he was going with this. My heart was pounding faster at the thought of where I was ninety-nine percent sure it was headed. The first night we’d been together, the second time we’d had sex, I told him that I’d never been tied up before. I thought he was going to suggest that he be the first, but he didn’t. I was both disappointed and relieved. I’d wanted him to, but I wasn’t completely sure I was ready since I had just met him.

The roughened pad of his thumb brushed along my inner wrist. “Your pulse is racing.”

I nodded.

“Is it because you know what I’m going to ask?”

I nodded again.

“Do you want me to tie you up?”

I nodded.

“I need you to say it,” he gritted out.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want you to tie me up.”

His jaw tightened, and the next thing I knew, his tie was in his hands and my wrists were being bound to the headboard.When he pulled the knot tight, I sucked in a startled gasp at the sting. The restraint was much tighter than I’d expected.

I shifted my arms and realized that I could not get them loose if I wanted to. I was vulnerable and defenseless. There was part of me that was a little scared, but for some reason, that fear, that adrenaline, that danger all morphed into arousal.

Declan had set the bar high the first night we’d been together, and tonight, he’d already raised it.

28

DECLAN

HavingAshley laid out beneath me, tied to the bed, at my mercy, was my greatest fantasy come to life. I’d never imagined that I’d see her again, much less be with her again. After all these months of pent-up desire, I was on a razor’s edge. I’d never wanted anyone or anything as much as I wanted her in this moment.

The fact that she was my wife, even if it wasn’t a ‘real’ marriage, still felt different. The woman laid out in front of me was my wife. Legally. And now physically.

My wife.

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