Page 67 of Greed

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I’ve never feltanything this close to perfection before.

Declan had me up against his apartment door as soon as it was closed. With deft fingers, he undid the belt of my coat before he tossed the garment behind him.

Now, we’re face-to-face and body-to-body as my back presses into the door. His shorts are the only things separating the two of us.

His hand glides over my core. It’s a series of light touches meshed with strikes of his fingertip against my clit.

It’s deliciously torturous, and it’s driving me mad with lust.

“Are you going to fuck me soon?” I ask in a ragged voice that doesn’t resemble my own.

“You’re eager.” He smiles. “I can tell by this.”

Thisbeing how utterly wet I am. He dips a finger in my channel, only to slide it out again to hone back in on the small bundle of nerves that is pushing me closer to my release.

“Then do me,” I groan. “Please.”

His gaze roams my face, stopping so we can lock eyes. “God, you are so fucking gorgeous. I don’t think you fully comprehend how utterly beautiful you are.”

My words get caught behind a moan as he ups the pressure on my clit. I struggle to catch my breath, wanting to thank him for the compliment. “Declan.”

“You’ll come for me like this,” he says in a low whisper. “Then I’ll fuck you against the door with your legs wrapped around me.”

The imagined vision of that — how primal that will look — is enough to chase me into my release.

I let out a sound that is a combination of a whimper and a sigh.

“That’s it,” he says as his lips find mine. “Come for me, Abigail. Come just for me.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE

Declan

I walkinto my bedroom to find Abby sitting on the edge of my bed. She’s wearing one of my blue button-down shirts. Only a single button between her breasts keeps it in place.

She looks like a dream — every fucking dream I’ve ever had.

“Hey!” Her smile lights up the entire room. “There you are.”

I tug on the waistband of the boxer briefs I’m wearing. I fucked her twice since she arrived, but my cock is already stirring again.

“There you are,” I bounce her words back at her. “You don’t look like you’re about to race out of here.”

She gestures toward the open bottle of water in my hand. “Can I have some, please?”

I smile at how polite she is. “How can I say no to you?”

I shove the bottle at her, and within a few seconds it’s emptied down her throat.

“Should I get another one?” I ask with a chuckle.

“I’m good.” She hands the empty bottle to me. “You make me thirsty.”

“You make me thirsty too.”

“I know.” She pats a spot next to her on the bed. “Sit and tell me about tonight.”

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