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As soon as he’s through the door, I have it closed behind him, and I’m pressing my face against it, one hand immediately pulling the skirt of my dress out of the way as the other reaches between my legs to stroke my slick clit.

A choked sob falls from my lips, and I widen my stance, knowing it’s only a matter of seconds before I fall off the cliff into white-hot bliss.

I turn my head against the door until my ear is pressed against it, and I’m doing my best to keep my whimpers and breathless moans of need to a minimum when I hear it. His voice, seemingly right there, growling, “That’s right, doll face. Rub that clit for me.”

“Oh, fuck,” I choke out, too far gone for embarrassment or hesitation. I widen my stance even more, my fingers frantic on my clit. I lower my other hand and push a finger inside, and then two, pressing upward rhythmically as he rasps gutturally, “Come for me, darlin’. Come on your hand for me.”

And I do.

My moan of pleasure overwhelms me, and I mutter and curse incoherently, entirely focused on his pleased growl on the other side of the door, but I don’t care. I ride the wave of pleasure, uncaring that he can hear me or that I did exactly what he told me to do.

After a few moments, I remove my hands from between my legs and sag against the door. For a moment, I think he’s gone, but then I hear him whisper, “That’s my fucking girl,” and I whimper, pushing down my urge to open the door to ask him to teach me how to please him.

I turn and press my back against the door, attempting to catch my breath. I’m confused and exhilarated but surprisingly not at all embarrassed or ashamed.

I didn’t choose to abstain from sex because I don’t enjoy it or because I’m not in tune with the wants and desires of my own body. I’ve always considered myself to be a deeply sexual person; I just haven’t been moved to give myself to another person in such a way.

Until now.

Never before in my entire life have I ever felt so consumed by the need for release, and the fact that Declan Hughes was the man to push me there has me in a tailspin.

I shake my head and push away from the door, walking through to the dressing area, where I find several of my suitcases laid out.

And again, premeditation.

I grab a few items that I need, continuing through the room into the bathroom, where I quickly strip out of my ridiculously rumpled dress and underclothes.

I step into the shower, and it’s there, beneath the stream of water, where it occurs to me.

The man managed to hear me come before ever having kissed me.

12

Questions and Answers

Declan

Well,thatwasfuckingunexpected.

I’m not complaining or anything, as I’m entirely certain listening to Issa rub one off through a door is one of my top five most erotic experiences of my life. Period.

Of course, now, I have the problem of a raging erection, and even though I could certainly jack off in three minutes or less, I refrain. Which may very well be a strategic error, given the fact if I end up within a penetrative distance of her welcoming pussy, I will most likely nut before I even get fully inside.

I guess it’s telling that I don’t mind coming off like an unschooled teenager with her. I don’t feel the need to put on a show or constantly have to be on-point as Declan Hughes, rock star extraordinaire. Just the fact that I don’t mind being silly with her indicates I am thoroughly and willingly fucked.

I walk to the other side of the villa, where I’d asked for my bags to be left. I locate the small basket of extra toiletries by the sink, the washcloth and hand towel resting on the counter nearby.

I quickly strip my shirt off and utilize the sink to give myself a quick wash down. I’d prefer a real shower, but I think joining her in the shower would be a little too far too soon, considering how far we’ve come already.

Once I’m as fresh as can be expected, I put on a new set of clothes, tidy up my mess, and then head out onto the patio to wait for Issa to be ready.

Surprisingly, I don’t have to wait long. She comes out wearing this flowing pale peach halter dress that shows off her delectably curvy body, and all I can think about is how it wouldn’t take much effort on my part to rip the fabric from her body, and the urge to do so is fierce.

She stands there, looking down at me with a puzzled expression on her face, and asks, “What? Is there something wrong with the way I look?”

I blink up at her for a moment, confused, and then reply clearly, “You’re fucking perfect, doll face. You’re hands-down the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

She raises her brows and makes an indelicate noise in her throat. “Okay, Declan. Let’s not forget that I have seen the type of woman you date. I can assure you that I’m confident enough in myself that you don’t have to lie to me.”

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