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“Are you coming inside?” he asks me.

“That depends on how talented you are, I guess,” I quip as I open my car door and step out.

CHAPTER 6

EXULTATION

(DECLAN)

I aminverydangerous territory right now. I’ve done everything I can in the last half hour to convince both myself and Tiff that we are just friends.

Right now, I’m fighting an erection at her obvious innuendo about coming inside. I didn’t think about my words for once, but Tiffany clearly thought about them. I can’t help but imagine all the ways I could use my body to ensure she ‘comes inside.’

She stands still next to her closed door but watches me as I walk around to her. I know that I can’t fuck her today. I really can’t, but I don’t know how I can resist.

When I reach her, she stares at me through long lashes, lips slightly parted as she breathes heavily. Her nipples are clearly outlined underneath her top, giving away her arousal even if the expression on her face hadn’t already.

I can’t sleep with Tiffany Carter.

I remind myself of this as I take her hand and pull her toward the house. I called the maid and groundskeeper while we were on the road to warn them that I’d be staying this weekend. I wish I hadn’t. They will have prepared for my arrival and left before we even got here. So there’s no one here to keep me in check, and fuck knows I need a chaperone right now.

I drop Tiff’s hand once we’re in the hallway and distance myself from her, trying to maintain some semblance of having no more than platonic feelings for her.

“Do you want something to drink?” I ask as casually as I can once we’re inside.

I’m doing my best to pretend she’s just my longtime friend, and this is like any other visit she’s made to my family’s estate, but my heart pounds when I catch her eye. She is staring at me the way that so many women have in the past. In a way that she’s never looked at me before.

“You know what I want, Dec,” she says in a quiet voice.

I want to fight it, but I can’t. The pull toward her is too strong. I stride over to her, stopping so close that I can feel the heat radiating from her body and the warmth of her breath against the exposed skin above my shirt collar.

I reach under her chin and tilt it up with my fingersso I can look into her eyes when I ask, “Are you sure it’s what you want, Tiffany?”

I stare into her beautiful eyes, seeking out any signs of doubt. There are none, and she meets my gaze with pure lust.

It’s so hard not to give her what she seems to want because it’s something I’ve wanted for years. The only thing holding me back is that I don’t want her to regret it. I would hate for her to ever feel like I took advantage of her on the worst day of her life.

“You know there’s no turning back from this. If we do this, it’s done. We can’t undo anything.”

A part of me hopes that she’ll back down, and I try to emphasize that if some part of her hopes to reconcile with Ben, then us fucking would certainly kill any chance of that.

Her expression doesn’t change with my words, and she keeps staring at me as though I’m the only thing in the world that matters to her.

“I know. I do. I know. Dec, please.”

I can’t take it any longer. I can’t have the woman I love beg me to fuck her and not do it. The sheer need encapsulated in her final word tips me over the edge.

I continue to hold her chin in place with my hand as I lower my head to kiss her. She melts against me, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth, intertwining with hers as she wraps her arms around my neck.

I lower my hands to her ass, cupping her cheeks as Ipull her soft body against me. My cock is hard, pressing against her stomach, and I want to fuck her more than I want to keep living.

I force myself to break our kiss to pull my head back and look into her eyes again. “There’s still time to turn back before it’s too late, Sexy.”

She keeps my gaze as she drops to her knees in front of me. I groan aloud because it’s the hottest fucking thing ever that she wants this so badly. I can’t resist this. I really, truly can’t. At the same time, we don’t need to do this right where we stand.

“Fucking hell, Tiffany. Not here. There are plenty of places more comfortable than the entryway where we can do this,” I laugh.

I take her hand and pull her back up to standing before I lead her to the sitting room. It has a large, plush sofa with a chaise lounge section, and I’ve imagined fucking her on it more than once or twice in the past.

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