Page 70 of The Bossy One

Was it possible to die of lusty anticipation? Because I thought that might be about to happen to me.

“What’s that line that turns you on?” Declan murmured. “‘Be kind to your man, and give me a taste of what I’d die for?’”

“That’s not… He wasn’t talking aboutthis,” I said, flustered and turned on all at the same time.

Declan grinned up at me, wickedly playful. “How do you know?”

And then Declan lowered his mouth to me, and I lost my train of thought entirely. He was touching me, tasting me, and letting out ragged moans like I was the one doinghimthe favor.

Was I breathing? It was possible I might have stopped breathing. Air didn’t feel necessary when his mouth was doingthat.When he eased two fingers inside me and did something magical with his tongue, I came hard, pleasure washing over me as I clutched the headboard with one hand, and Declan’s hair with the other.

He looked up at me, grinning.

I gasped, thighs quivering. “That was… I mean…”

“You’re welcome,” he said, cocky as all hell.

Normally, I would have taken him down a peg for a comment like that, but I felt too damn good. Hedeservedto be arrogant about that. He deserved a medal for that, and possibly a tickertape parade.

Declan moved away, and cool air washed over me.

“Where are you going?” I asked, twisting toward him. I wasn’t ready to let him go, even for an instant.

“Condom,” he said. He snagged a packet from his bedside dresser and dropped it on the pillow beside me. Then he added another two for good measure.

I laughed. “Isn’t that a little optimistic?”

“I feel very optimistic right now,” he said, wrapping a hand around my waist and pulling me toward him.

I giggled, feeling gloriously feminine. “Do billionaires have fancy designer condoms, or do you use normal ones like everyone else?”

He smothered a laugh and kissed my neck. “Absolutely. Designer condoms. Made of gold dust and orchid petals.”

I giggled, but then his mouth found mine, and I wasn’t laughing anymore. There was something too unguarded, too reckless, about the way he was kissing me. We’d agreed this would be a fun, casual thing. But in this moment, I could have sworn I mattered to him. Thatthismattered to him.

That it mattered to me.

I shoved the dangerous thought aside and gave myself over to the sensation of Declan’s body against mine. His lean muscle. His hungry mouth. His clever, clever fingers.

I learned things about him too.

When I skated my hand over his chest and down his stomach, his breath hitched. When I placed a gentle kiss above his heart, he pinned my wrists to the bed and kissed me with savage passion. And when I moaned his name while my fingernails scraped his back, he damn near lost his mind. By the time Declan finally sheathed himself and slid into me, we were both gasping and desperate.

As he rocked inside me, our eyes met, and for a second the world seemed to still. It was just me, and him, and the way the chandelier light backlit him, so that he looked like some kind of fallen angel.

And then I hauled in a jagged breath, and the world started moving again. I watched with awe and hunger as Declan moved over me, in me, with me, finally losing every last shred of his control.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t get enough of him like this, open and unguarded.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. Or maybe begged. He moved my hand between us. “I want to watch you come while I’m inside you.”

I nodded, something in me responding to his wildness. The pleasure was already so overwhelming, but I showed him how I liked to be touched when I was at my most sensitive. Together we found a rhythm, until it became too much, and I moved my hand so that I could cling to him, gasping as the pleasure rose and rose until all I could do wasfeel,as Declan cried out and gave a savage thrust.

When his greedy hands wrung a final orgasm out of me, I followed him over the edge with a secret beating in my heart—If I spent even one more night in his bed, I wasn’t sure I could stop myself from falling for Declan Byrne.

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DECLAN

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