Page 66 of Greed

She wastes no time in responding.

Abigail: I suppose I can come to you, so I can come. (See what I did there?)

I want nothing more than that. Seeing and hearing her come is all I’m craving at the moment.

Declan: Put on a trench coat, and I’ll call Rygar to pick you up.

It takes less than a minute for another text message to pop onto my phone’s screen.

Abigail: A trench coat? You have a filthy mind. I’m game, but no Rygar. Let the man sleep. I’ll get an Uber.

I shake away the thought of her running around New York City naked under a trench coat, but I asked for it, and I trust her to get to me safely.

Declan: I’ll be waiting.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR

Abby

I thoughtI’d have a chance to slip my panties off in the elevator before I got to Declan’s apartment, but he was waiting for me in the lobby of his building.

As soon as I stepped out of the SUV I was in, I could see the handsome man I was meeting pacing back and forth beyond the glass doors.

I took a second to stare because who wouldn’t?

I lean back against the elevator’s wall and smile. “Shirtless in the lobby, Declan? Are you trying to drive the women that live in this building wild with desire?”

He lets out a deep, stuttered laugh. “Funny.”

“Thank you.” I bow slightly. “Seriously, though. This is a new look for you. For the record, I’m not complaining.”

His gaze drops to the blue board shorts and leather sandals beyond. “I took a quick shower when I got home, slipped on the shorts, and came back down to wait for you.”

“Impatience is a good look for you.”

“What’s under that trench coat is a good look for you,” he counters. “Open it.”

I scan the interior of the elevator. “Not a chance in hell.”

He steps closer to me. “We’re the only two here, Abby.”

“You can’t guarantee that.” I skim a fingertip over the collar of my coat. “Cameras are everywhere.”

“Not here.” He closes the remaining distance between us. “No one will see your beautiful body but me.”

I reach out a hand to grab hold of his for balance. “I need to take care of one thing before we get to your apartment.”

He doesn’t say a word as my hand snakes beneath the trench coat. I slowly tug on the lace panties I put on before I left my apartment. With effortless ease, I slide them down my legs before stepping out of them, being careful not to snag the lace on either of the red four-inch heels I’m wearing.

“Mine.” The word snaps off his tongue as he grabs the panties into his fist.

I let out a light laugh. “That’s theft.”

The corners of his lips curve up. “You’re damn right it is, and I’m ready for my punishment.”

I inch even closer to him to drag the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip. “Am I ready for it?”

Before I realize what’s happening, his hand is under my coat. His index finger glides over my cleft. “You’re ready. You’re so fucking ready.”

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