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Air comes out of her in a shaky sigh. This is going to be a long, intensely pleasurable, and gratifying experience—for the both of us. Before I explode in my pants or take her against the wall without any preliminaries, I push away and leave her.

I don’t bother closing the door behind me as I go. Not willing to stop for a second longer than I have to.

In my room, I’m undressing as I go. Heading straight for the shower. A flick of my wrist and I step under a steaming stream of water. Three fucking strokes are all it takes before I come so hard I see stars.

CHAPTER 4

Miranda

All I can do is watch Declan walk away. My eyes are wide and unblinking until he disappears. The moment he’s out of sight, I squeeze my eyes closed so tight they hurt. Oh dear god, what the hell am I going to do?

From far away, I hear water running. What?

I make my way to the door of the large room on unsteady legs. Not only is the door to his bedroom open, but from how clearly I can hear the shower, so is his bathroom door. Clothes litter his floor, a shirt only a few feet from pants, and then oh god. I slam my bedroom door closed. Thank god there’s a lock—not that I truly believe it will stop him.

Backing away from the door, my back hits the bed, and I jump. This isn’t happening. I cannot believe this is fucking happening. I’m not being kept here against my will by a gorgeous Irish mobster who wants to fuck me.

Doesn’t simply want to fuck me, he’s lusting after me as if I were some…I don’t even fucking know—sex goddess out to tempt him. With his stupid winking and teasing before he left, I was sure it was a game. I was something he was going to play with for amusement. If I gave in to him, he’d have some fun. If I didn’t, he’d shrug and move on to a woman who did.

But it isn’t fun and games. He is serious as a fucking heart attack. And he’s not going to give up until I give in. I saw it in his eyes. He’s going to do whatever it takes.

Shame flares bright at how he knew what he was doing to me. I wanted to slap him for saying it out loud. For taunting me with how my body refused to obey my mind. Then he moved or did I? All I knew was my breasts brushed his chest, and I don’t know how I didn’t slide down the wall—my knees went so weak.

It's so damn embarrassing how well he knew me. Knew how Michael never gave me an orgasm, never made me feel wanted or desired. How I was grateful in the end for the divorce so I wouldn’t have to lay under him counting down the time until he was done. And the one that made me hate him, that I wanted Declan to tie me down and take me without me giving in.

The sound of him closing his door yanks me out of my head. Staring at the door, I hold my breath until I hear him go downstairs. I’m relieved, glad he’s leaving me alone—for now.

My attention is caught by the pile of bags on the huge bed. I’m stunned all over again. He bought me clothes. The bags come from a store on Michigan Avenue I’ve never been in before. It’s why I was so shocked. I didn’t think they had fat women's clothes.

Curiosity has me opening the closest bag and pulling out the boxes. With each one, I’m unable to contain my happiness and excitement to wear these beautiful clothes. There are four moresun dresses, two that go to my ankles and two that go mid-shin, two silky maxi dresses, six pretty tops to go with three long, silky skirts, and three plain black leggings. Except that’s not all.

There are two beautiful nightgowns. Well, one is a nightgown, long white and almost virginal, going all the way down to my ankles. The other doesn’t look like it’s supposed to be worn for long. It’s black and thin and a mix of sheer and silk. And I’m blushing at the beautiful matching bra and panty sets, seven total in a mix of colors and silk with chiffon that are all in my size.

This is wrong. I shouldn’t accept this. Except I have to, or I’m stuck in my suit until I’m done. Once again, it hits me. He’s not letting me go without me finishing the audit.

What worried me was that whoever it was was good. After almost three hours, I found only one entry that made me question it. I didn’t fight him too hard on me not leaving until I was done because I was confident I would find whoever it is easily. Except now, I’m not sure I will. It would likely take at least a week per ledger.

I run a hand over the beautiful silk maxi dress in a soft pink and shake my head. Just because I take the clothes, it doesn’t mean I’m taking Declan.

My stomach growls. Shit. No. I’m not hungry. Only my stomach growls again. Another reason I’m pissed my purse disappeared from his office somewhere between the time we went in to dinner and when I tried looking for it after I ate. I kept a protein bar in it in case I couldn’t leave for lunch or hunger hit me on the way home from work.

I decide to get ready for bed. If I’m asleep, I can’t be hungry.

In the bathroom, I find half-used expensive shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. It’s clear this bathroom doesn’t get used often. I’m in and out of the shower quickly because my growling stomach demands it.

Wrapped in the soft, fluffy bath sheet, I run my eyes over the items on the vanity and am relieved when I find body lotion. Too bad there’s no toothbrush, even though there’s toothpaste. I make use of a small, fluffy washcloth to clean my teeth with.

In the room, I apply the lotion and then try and figure out what to wear. I’m not going to be able to sleep in the black thing for sure. My growling stomach demands food, warning me I’m not going to be able to sleep at all.

Giving up, I pick the white nightgown. I’m grateful it’s lined and thicker than I thought it was, and nothing can be seen through it. I go still at the creaking of the stairs. Once again, I hold my breath as I wait. When his door closes, I’m relieved. I really am.

I decide to give it as long as I can stand before going downstairs, hoping he’ll fall asleep. Giving in when my stomach begins to ache, I slowly open the door to my bedroom. When there’s no movement from his room, I step outside. There is a gorgeous chandelier hanging over the landing, so I can’t tell if his light is on or not. Another jab from my stomach gets me moving.

The stairs creak but aren’t too loud. I go deeper into the house in search of the kitchen. The lights are off down here. While the chandelier is bright, this far in the back of the house, I can barely see anything. I find the kitchen more with luck than anything.

Running my hands over the walls, I find the light and flip it on. What a beautiful kitchen.

“Need help?” Declan murmurs from behind me.

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