Page 175 of A Convenient Secret
“Let me make it explosive for you, baby.”
I nod.
He smiles. “Relax for me.”
He swipes his finger through my folds, coating it in my own arousal. He circles around the opening before sliding in. The sensation is foreign, but not completely unwelcome.
My body yields to his finger faster than my mind, and the lightning bolt of pleasure that shoots through me has me lifting from the counter.
“Easy, love, relax and enjoy it. I will get you there.”
Oh, fuck, he starts moving, and my mind fogs. “Declan!”
“That’s right, let the world know who you belong to. Come for me, Seagull.”
The orgasm is earth-shuddering, and I almost lose my voice screaming. Declan fucks me through it with his cock and finger, prolonging the pleasure.
“Look at me, Seagull.”
What? My foggy mind barely captures the command, and I find his eyes, blinking. He pulls out his hand and grips my hips. “I want you to see what you do to me.”
So I watch. I watch as my beautiful, powerful, flawed man comes undone, giving me his vulnerability as a gift.
Just because.
“I found a hand towel.” Declan comes back to the kitchen with a damp cloth and helps me clean up.
The light reflects on his chest, and the sight just spreads another wide grin on my face.
“What are you smirking about?” He drops the towel to the sink and starts opening the cabinets.
His broad shoulders shift, muscles flexing beneath the glow of the under-cabinet lights. Delicious.
“I think you in your suit pants, bare-chested, is my favorite version of you.”
He bangs the cabinet closed and turns, leaning against the counter. “I thought it was me being balls deep inside you.”
I cross to him and snuggle against his chest. “Okay, fair enough. But it’s a close second.” I kiss his collarbone.
He nudges my chin with his finger. “My favorite version of you is spread on this kitchen island.”
I giggle. “You didn’t own the island a minute ago.”
“Well, I bought it just in time.” He kisses me. “And it’sourkitchen island.”
My smile may split my face by now. “What were you looking for?”
“A glass. You need to hydrate.”
“My, my, Mr. Quinn, your aftercare game is impeccable today.”
“What aftercare?”
I roll my eyes. “What you do for your partner after you’ve fucked their brains out. Like helping me clean up and get me water. Or cuddle.”
He looks at me like I’m speaking an unfamiliar language. “So, common decency.”
I shake my head. “Let’s hydrate.”
