Page 75 of Cross Check Hearts

I stare at him, not totally able to process his words—both because they’re so unbelievable and because Declan is flicking his tongue against my clit again. Every time the tip of his tongue dances across my clit, I feel a surge of electricity course through me. My toes curl as I fight back the moan burning in the back of my throat. The contrast between Aaron’s unwanted presence and what Declan is doing beneath the desk is making it hard to focus.

When I don’t say anything after an extended silence, Aaron sighs again and shakes his head.

“I haven’t forgotten what you said the other night when I called, but I still think we should go out again. We had something special, and I know you see it too. Isn’t that worth another chance, just to see? Maybe we can rekindle it.”

Declan stiffens his tongue and presses it inside my pussy just as I open my mouth, freezing the words in place so nothing comes out but a little huff of breath. My walls tighten around his tongue, my body instinctively begging for more. Aaron wrinkles his brows at me, and it takes every ounce of willpower I can muster to keep a reaction from showing on my face. What Declan is doing feels incredible, and if Aaron weren’t in the room right now, I’d probably be crying out his name.

But that can’t happen. Not here, not now. Not in front of my ex, of all people.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I choke out, my voice tight, and Aaron frowns.

“Come on, Hannah, don’t be like that. Don’t you remember all the good times we had together? Like that one time I rented the cabin in the Rockies and we spent all weekend having sex and watching the snow fall?”

I flinch at him invoking the memory. Although Aaron and I had what I thought was an okay relationship at the time, nothing about that weekend compared to even one night with Declan.

The man between my legs must not like hearing about that weekend with my ex either, because as soon as the question leaves Aaron’s mouth, Declan scrapes his teeth across my clit. A shock of pleasure so intense it borders on pain shoots through me, making my thighs tremble.

My nails dig into the edge of the desk, so hard that my knuckles start to turn white. Still, amazingly, Aaron hasn’t noticed anything.

But when a small yelp slips past my lips as Declan starts to trace fast circles around my clit, Aaron looks at me like he thinks I’m losing it. My brain scrambles for an answer that will make any sense but comes up short.

“Sorry. I, uh, smacked my knee on the underside of the desk,” I say lamely, forcing a tight smile as I shift in my seat.

“Oh.” Aaron looks a bit nonplussed. Then he exhales, shaking his head as if I’m being difficult. “Hannah, come on. I know I screwed up, but we were good together. We can be good again if you’d just give me another chance.”

He takes a step closer, his eyes pleading, and then—too bold, too familiar—he moves like he’s going to step around the desk.

A bolt of panic cuts through the pleasure buzzing under my skin.

“Aaron, stop!” I blurt. He freezes, a startled look crossing his face as he takes a step back.

“Listen to me,” I say, steadying myself and squaring my shoulders, even as my entire body thrums with tension. “Getting dinner the other night was a mistake. I shouldn’t have let you think there was a chance to rekindle things. Because we aren’t getting back together. Not now, not ever. No matter how many times you ask me out or plead your case, it’s never going to happen. You need to let it go and move on.”

Aaron blinks at me, seeming stunned. His mouth opens slightly, but no words come out for a second.

“A-are you sure?” he finally mumbles.

Declan answers for me. His mouth closes over my clit, sucking just hard enough to make me hiss out a sharp breath, my fingers tightening around the edges of the desk. The pleasure is blinding, too much and not enough all at once, and if I don’t get Aaron out of here right now, this whole façade is going to fall apart.

And god, I want to come so badly.

I don’t trust myself to speak in response, so I just nod firmly, and Aaron’s expression falters. His lips twitch as if he’s going to say something to try to change my mind, but then he apparently talks himself out of it. Blowing out a breath, he runs a hand through his hair.

“Alright, fine. I get the message. I guess I’ll see you around or whatever,” he mutters and finally turns to leave.

I hold my breath, willing myself to keep it together as an orgasm builds inside me like a balloon ready to burst, and as soon as I hear the yoga studio’s front door swish closed behind Aaron, I let go.

An intense climax barrels through me, stronger than almost any of the ones I’ve had before—and with Declan, that’s saying something. I wilt against the desk, and the computer makes electronic noise of protest as my chest presses against the keyboard, but I don’t care. I’m totally lost as I come hard on Declan’s tongue and face, shaking and shuddering from the force of it. It’s so intense, so perfect, that for a moment I forget my own name.

“That’s my good girl, let it all out,” Declan murmurs, and the vibration of his voice against my pussy only draws out the pleasure. “I’m gonna make you come like he never has and never will.”

“Oh my god,” I moan, writhing against the desk as a fresh wave of sensation courses through me.

Part of me keeps expecting Aaron to walk back through that door in one last desperate attempt to win me back, but I’m so lost in the intense pleasure Declan is giving me that I wouldn’t even care if he did.

I slowly start to come down from the height of it, but Declan doesn’t stop. He just keeps licking and sucking, playing with my piercing as he murmurs words against my soaked pussy that I can’t make out—and that I probably wouldn’t be able to process even if I could. He seems determined to make all thoughts of anything buthimfade away, and he’s doing a damn good job of it.

When my breathing finally returns to normal levels, I push myself up off the desk and wheel the chair backward a bit to look down at him.

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