Page 145 of Destined Lovers

“Aye, we often work from home if we have travel days. It was easier to be nearby, plus I like spending time with Charlie as much as possible.”

I love how close they are. It’s a major freaking turn-on that he has a side like this—a paternal side.

Declan makes me swoon daily, but when he’s like this, it makes me so incredibly happy that he still loves me. Being on the receiving end of Declan’s love is a feeling I’m not sure most people will ever know in a whole lifetime.

Wills and Sadie’s Notting Hill home is a detached corner house, unlike ours, with a similar white stucco façade. It is surrounded by a high, black, wrought-iron gate passcode protected. After putting in the code, we walk on a stone path surrounded by what I can only imagine as being the most stunning garden come spring and summer.

I run my hands along the trees and imagine myself lost in the world of painting while in this picturesque garden.

“Sadie is a floral designer. She’s very talented, and their garden is top-notch. And if you think this is nice, wait until you see inside. Evelyn is a coveted interior designer. She and Sadie designed the whole inside together.”

This is so foreign to me—not only the wealth but the talent among everyone is impressive.

A small part of me feels like I don’t belong here and won’t fit in, which only angers me.

I’ve never cared about this. What’s with me lately?

Declan already loves me for me, so that’s all that should matter.

And if I’m being honest, not once did I feel out of place at dinner. They all were sonormaland welcoming. Money shouldn’t matter.

I hear voices echoing through the house when we make it up to the front door.

“Are we late?”

“No, Pip. You’ll learn these people act like this house has a revolving door. Someone is here at all times, despite Wills’s dismay,” he says as he grabs my hand, pulling me into his body.

“Let’s wait a second before we go in,” he says, smiling down at me.

“Why, what did you have in mind?” I wiggle my body against his and shoot him a cheeky grin.

“Behave, you. I only want a kiss,” he says, but pumps me once. He’s already hard as a rock.

“Feck, have I told you how delicious you look in this green mini dress?”

“Delicious enough to eat?”

“Yes.” He clenches his jaw.

“I’m quite hungry myself.” I reach my hand down and run it over his hardened cock. “Starved, actually.”

“Nora, if you don’t stop—”

“Promise?” I ask before he has time to tell me what he’ll do. I want it all.

“My girl would love that. The chance of someone coming out and catching us turns you on, doesn’t it?” He reaches down and swipes through my soaking wet flesh, and I suppress the moan threatening to be released. One touch, and he has me almost begging for it.

“Where the feck are your panties, Nora?”

“Oops?” I shrug, and he finally breaks.

He pulls me hard and fast, away from the house and behind the first hedge.

Then pauses. “Feck.”

“Guys,” he calls.

“We’re already walking down the street,” Danny calls. “And Jameson is right here with headphones on.”

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