Page 99 of Trying Sophie

I increased the pressure, rubbing furiously at that magical spot, desperate to come. I could have taken my time, savored the experience, but Declan was already so close and I wanted to go over the edge with him.

“I want … to … fuck you … right now … so bad,” he choked out.

I wanted to fuck him too. So much so that I worried he’d ruined me for all other men.

“Declan …” I groaned as goosebumps bloomed over my body and my limbs tingled with imminent release.

A shimmering awareness spread through me, starting at my center and blossoming outward until all of my nerve endings buzzed.

On the other end of the line, Declan repeated my name over and over, a benediction, and it fueled me. I shook and my heart raced as I rushed to the edge and tossed myself over an endless cliff. I was falling, my body weightless, my mind empty of any thought except for him.

Eventually my hand stilled and then I started laughing uncontrollably.

“Sophie?”

I heard my name through the speaker, muffled, and found my phone face down on the mattress several inches away. I giggled and picked it up.

“Well,” I said. “That was something.”

He chuckled, a sound of pure masculine satisfaction. “It was.”

“I think I finally understand what all the fuss is about,” I admitted.

“See what you’ve been missing all these years?”

It was said playfully, but it reminded me that I’d been with the wrong people, the wrong sort of men. Our conversation grew quiet but this time it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence.

“Hey Soph.”

“Yeah?”

“Can we try our date again? I want to show you what Dublin’s like at Christmas. I think you’ll love it.”

“I’d love that.”

“I have an away match on Friday night and a recovery session on Saturday afternoon. Can you get Sunday off?”

I chuckled. “Since I’m not technically an employee and I’m working for free, I’m pretty sure I get any day off that I want.”

“Yeah, I figured but …”

“But what?”

“I just don’t want to leave Colm and Maureen in a lurch. I know how much they need you and I monopolized you last weekend.”

I was touched but my time was my own. If I continued hiding myself away in Fitzgerald’s I was afraid I would become resentful … that I’d turn into my mom.

“It’s okay, Declan, really. They have enough staff and …”

Suddenly I didn’t want to speak the words.

“And?” he asked expectantly.

“And … well … I’m going to be gone soon so they should probably get used to filling the schedule with other employees.”

I tried to ignore the lead weight that settled in my chest at the thought of leaving them.

At the thought of leaving him.

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