Page 164 of Destined Lovers

“Stupid question, of course. Bring her on your way, or do you need me to come to get her,” he asks.

He picks up his pace and crooks his fingers inside of me.I’m done.

My back arches, my toes curl, and I throw a pillow over my head to mask my moans as I come all over his fingers.

“What was that?” Wills asks.

“Nothing,” Declan spits, unable to hold in his laugh.He laughs!

I throw the pillow at him. He grins, then licks his fingers clean. I shake my head and laugh along. We have issues.

“I’m dropping her off now,” Wills says and hangs up. I don’t even know if Declan responded. I’m in lust heaven, lost in my head.

“Okay, up you get, Pip, take a shower while I grab Charlie from downstairs,” he says as he walks away to wash up.

Ughh.“I’m starting to feel hungover,” I call, but no response.

Shite, this is going to be a long day.

* * *

Finally heading downstairs, after I showered and maybe fell back to sleep for a few hours, I hear Declan on a work call in his office. He’s been stressed about a tennis player he’s trying to sign withThe Taylored Group, whose old agent is giving him a hard time.

I poke my head into the room, not wanting to disturb him, just wanting to get a quick glimpse.

His office is not my style, and I don’t frequent the room often. When we’ve had spare time this past week, I spent it all in my new studio or hanging out with Maeve, but I can see why Declan takes pride in the space he built.

I love how even in this big city of nine million people, our house has become something of a sanctuary to me, a way to escape if ever needed, and I’m sure Declan feels the same.

He’s sitting in one of his large armchairs with a book face down on his lap, all sexy and studious. He must sense I’m there creeping on him. He turns his head and shoots me a heart-breaking smile, but I can see in his eyes that he’s stressed.

I offer him a little wave as I look him up and down once more. His tight white t-shirt around his muscular tattooed arms are hard not to stare at.

The sound of hushed voices and giggles pulls me out of my Declan-induced fog, and I continue my journey downstairs to find Maeve, Penny, and Charlie all hanging out.

“Good morning!” I chirp, trying to sound a lot better than I feel.

Bacon and Buddy come running to say hello; Bacon is not without a toy. Anytime he greets someone, it’s the same: bark, grab a toy, lick you to death.

“Morning, Auntie…” Charlie scrunches up her face, unable to remember my name from yesterday.

I walk over toward the girls and place a lingering kiss on Maeve’s cheek, and then Charlie, “Auntie Pip,”

“I knew that!” She giggles and hunches her little shoulders. Her long dark hair is a mess, probably from being woken up and rushed over here early this morning.

I grab a brush, some pink velvet ribbon, and a detangler so that I can braid her hair. Then turn back and grab more ribbon, knowing Maeve will want one as well.

“Can I do your hair, Charlie, while you color?”

Her bright blue eyes light up, and she nods her head excitedly.

“Me?” Maeve asks, as expected.

“Of course.” I smile and swing her favorite ribbon to show her I didn’t forget her.

“Where is Agnes?”

“Napping.” Maeve points toward the stairs.

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