Page 80 of Greed

I keep my eyes locked on her stunning face. “You. I’m talking to all of you.”

That moves her closer to me. She pads across the floor with bare feet. “You’re pretty good-looking too.”

I laugh that off because, that would have been enough for me at one point, but the words I want to hear from her now reach well beyond how good I look in a suit or out of one.

Her gaze lingers on the waistband of my jeans before she focuses on my face again. “Don’t shave today.”

“I won’t,” I answer without hesitation. “You’re spending the day with me.”

That lures a soft smile to her lips. “Am I?”

“Damn right, you are.” I inch closer to her until we’re almost touching. “I’ll order in breakfast. Then we’ll go back to bed for a few hours. After that, I want to shower with you, and then I’m taking you out to dinner.”

“I like the sound of all of that.”

“Good.” I wrap my arms around her waist to tug her closer to me. “You make me happy, Abby. I’m talking happier than I’ve ever felt before.”

Her hands land on my bare chest as she gazes up at my face. “I’m happier than ever, too, Declan.”

I want to throw caution to the wind and tell her what’s happening in my heart. I’ve never been in love, but I know, without a doubt, that I’m feeling that now. I’ve moved past falling and crash-landed in full-blown,I-want-you-forever-love.

“Let’s do breakfast after more time in bed,” she suggests with a glint in her eye. “If that’s okay with you.”

Before she can register what’s happening, I’ve got her up and over my shoulder. I give her lush ass a firm slap that pulls a yelp from her, followed by a breathy sigh.

“I’ll do anything you want,” I say as I start down the hallway toward her bedroom. “You name it, and it’s yours.”

CHAPTERFORTY-TWO

Abby

I would saythat a weekend spent with Declan Wells is just what the doctor ordered, but absolutely nothing is wrong with me. I’m healthy, and happy, and I think I’m falling into a forever kind of love with the man of my dreams.

I give myself one last once-over before I exit my bedroom on Monday morning. I need to get to work. If luck is on my side and my timing lines up, I’ll ride the elevator to my office with Declan.

Even if that doesn’t happen, we agreed to talk later to discuss meeting up for dinner tonight.

My common sense is telling me to slow this down, but my heart is in control, and it can’t get enough of the gorgeous man who softly kissed me before he left my apartment last night.

Just as I’m about to exit my bedroom, there’s a faint knock at the door.

It has to be Carrie. She arrived home last night after I had already crawled into bed. I was tempted to get up to hear about her Bishop Hotel weekend adventures, but sleep got its claws in me before I could make that a reality.

I was exhausted, in the best way possible, from having the best sex of my life all weekend. Many unforgettableout-of-bedmoments were sprinkled in the mix, including a picnic in Central Park and a dinner at Nova, one of the nicest restaurants in the city. We scored a table in the corner, and I was blown away by the food prepared just for us. The head chef and co-owner of the restaurant, Tyler Monroe, is an old friend of Declan’s, so he took extra good care of us.

I feel I know the man better today than I did on Friday. I can’t wait to learn everything there is to know about him.

“Abs?” Carrie’s voice carries through the door. “Are you still home?”

I swing the door open, and am instantly in my stepsister’s arms. She holds me so tight that for a brief moment, I fear she’s about to deliver bad news to me.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “Thank you for a wonderful weekend.”

She lets me step back from the hug to look at her face. I see nothing but happiness there.

“You had a good time?” I ask, even though the evidence that she did is written all over her expression.

“The best time,” she says with a smile. “I haven’t been that relaxed in years, and it was inspiring, Abby. I’m eager to get to my lab this morning and work on a new cologne for next spring’s lineup.”

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