Page 66 of A Convenient Secret
Celeste
I’ll talk to him. But first I have people to fire.
Saar
Should I prepare our guest room?
He won’t throw her out with the baby.
Cora
(laughing emoji) I’m sure she meant for Cal.
Turning off my alarm, I stretch my arms over my head, a smile spreading across my face. I slept like a baby, the memory of Declan’s fingers grazing between my legs forming into a full, three-dimensional, high-definition wet dream.
I take a quick shower and put on fresh clothes. I wish I’d packed something more sexy. Teasing Declan Quinn and making him snap is fucking empowering. The power I seem to have over him is a new uncharted feeling for me, but it is damn good.
And scary.
I don’t quite know how to handle the man, and my head spins at the thought of his hands on me, his mouth on my lips.
I lose myself in him, feral with need and curious to explore more. More of his body, but also more about mine.
I’m a twenty-five-year-old woman, and I’m only now embracing my sexuality. Having the chance to discover it with Declan seems like winning some imaginary orgasm lottery.
His fingers only brushed my embarrassingly wet pussy, and I know that an orgasm caused by Declan would be life-altering.
The chemistry and heat between us are undeniably unique. Not that I have much to compare to, but I don’t think it’s normal to feel like this.
The outline of his erection scared me a little. How on earth is he going to fit that thing inside me? That wasn’t an average cock. Fuck, I’m so unprepared for this.
Clad in a simple white T-shirt and a short, black, A-shaped skirt, I venture out, ready to ogle Declan as he prepares breakfast.
“Fuck,” his voice comes from his bedroom.
“Money in the jaw,” Zoya calls from her room before she skips into the hallway.
Declan appears in his doorway, and my steps falter. He’s bare-chested, only a towel around his waist, and the sight has me pushing my thighs together. I should have taken care of my need last night, when he left me all riled up after we got interrupted.
Now I’m going to have to walk around with this lustful desire all day. What was I thinking?
Our eyes meet, and even imprisoned in his gaze, I’m painfully aware of his glistening skin, and every single bulge and dip around his sinewy shoulders and chest.
I’m so distracted, I don’t even realize he’s glaring at me. Is he pissed? His enamel is certainly taking a toll, his jaw working.
“Good morning.” I find my most cheerful voice.
His gaze drops to his daughter. “Zoya, I’m running late. Zach,” he calls.
Zach comes out. “Morning.”
“Take your sister downstairs. Today we’re having cereal. You’re in charge.” His tone doesn’t leave room for negotiations.
“Why is he in chawge?” Zoya puts her hands on her hips.
“Zoya,” Declan warns.
“Oh boy, Daddy is in a mood.” She sasses him with a dramatic eye roll, and I want to high-five her.
