Page 89 of Declan

She stands and walks over to me, climbing into my lap and sliding her hands up over my shoulders to rest on the back of my neck.

She’s wearing a silky robe she got on one of her shopping excursions with the girls, and up until now, she’s had it secured up to her neck. She leans forward and swipes her tongue across my lips until I open, and then she kisses me firmly, her tongue seeking mine, her teeth nipping. I follow her lead, sinking deeper.

She wiggles against me, pulling me tighter, and after a few minutes, she pulls back, and I ask, “What are you doin’, darlin’?”

“Well, that seems obvious,” she whispers against my lips. “I’m seducing my husband.”

I smile and move my hands to squeeze her ass cheeks as I whisper back, “Outside? Where everyone can see?”

She moves on my lap until she’s straddling me, rubs herself against my hard dick, and replies, “There’s no one here. They all left.”

“What do you mean they left?” I ask incredulously.

Her hands slide from around my neck and over my shoulders to my chest, where she plays with the buttons of my shirt. “I gave them the rest of the day off.”

She looks so pleased with herself that I can’t help but smile, but I say sternly, “You took it upon yourself to tell my staff to take the day off?”

Her eyes jump to mine, and she lifts her brows as she answers, “Our staff. And yes, I did. Do you have a problem with that?”

I shake my head. “Not at all.” My words are quiet, and I squeeze her ass with both hands as I add, “But why did you do that?”

She drops her gaze from mine, once again focusing on her fingers still playing with the buttons of my shirt. She rocks her hips, pressing herself against the front of my jeans, and my hips press up instinctively.

I wait a few moments, and when she still doesn’t reply, I move my hands to her hips and pull her into me so her pussy is pressed against me, and I push my dick upward into her.

She moans softly, and her hands fall from my shirt and move to my biceps, her head tilting back as her eyes close. She leans her body back slightly, her torso arching backward. The very top of her robe gapes open, baring her upper chest to me. I drop my head down and lick a line up over for clavicle along her neck to her ear, where I ask, “Why did you want to get me alone, darlin’?”

She rocks her hips, rubbing herself against my hard dick, and she whimpers but still doesn’t answer. I lick a path back down her neck, my hands moving from her hips to the front of her robe, where I pull it open, finding her completely bare beneath it. Her eyes are still closed, her lips parted slightly, and my gaze moves to her chest, her breasts out in invitation, her hard, pink nipples beckoning me to lavish them with attention.

But I don’t.

I drop my hands and rest them on the arms of my chair. I sit back and enjoy her little whine of displeasure that I’m no longer touching her. I wait, watching the micro-expressions on her features, knowing it’s only a matter of time before she gives in and answers my question.

Eventually, she opens her eyes and glares at me. I see the indecision on her face, and I know she’s contemplating leaving me here just to be difficult. I give her a lazy smile, and her glare intensifies as her hands come up, and she grips my shirt again, except this time, instead of playing with the buttons, she jerks it open, and the buttons go flying.

My hands come up, and I grab her wrists, but she shakes me off, her hands moving to either side of my head. She leans in until she’s only a couple of inches from my face as she says, “I want you to play with me. Out here in the open.”

Well, now she has my full attention. “What do you have in mind, doll face?”

She glares at me again and mutters, “I have to spell it out for you?”

Now, I laugh, my hands moving back to her ass as I reply, “When it’s something new, yes. Tell me what you want, Issa. You know I’ll do it.”

Her features soften, her frown just shy of a smile, and then she replies, “I want you to hunt me like an animal.”

My heart jumps out of my chest, and my breath catches in my throat. I swallow a few times and then clear my throat as I choke out, “And then what?”

She closes the few inches that remain between us, licking my lips and then replying against them, “Then, I want you to fuck me,” she pauses, her eyes meeting mine as she adds, “Like an animal.”

The fucking animal within me vibrates, and I have to suppress my urge to throw her to the ground and fuck the shit out of her right here and now.

I sit upright, and she clutches my shoulders as I jerk my body to the edge of the chair, and she squeals when I wedge a hand between us, untying the sash of her robe and groaning at the fact she’s entirely naked beneath it. I grip her ass tightly with both hands and stand, but she wiggles in my grip and then drops her legs so she’s standing. I kiss her hungrily, my tongue, lips, and teeth eating at her, my arms moving around her waist and pulling her tightly against me, my hard cock pushing into her stomach.

She pulls away, gasping for breath, her hands falling to her sides as she steps away from me. Her shoulders fall back, so the robe slides off, down her arms to pool at her feet. I rake my gaze up her body to her eyes, and then I growl, “If you want to get started, you better get moving.”

Her eyes widen, and she starts to move away and then stops and kneels down, pulling something from the pocket of her robe. She steps closer to me, her hands pulling the pocket of my jeans as she slips whatever she was holding inside and then steps back, a look of excitement on her face. Then she turns tail and dashes off the deck, scurrying around the pool and out into the shadows on the far edge of the lawn.

I take a calming breath, then exhale it out slowly as I reach into my pocket and pull out the items she just put there. I growl again, my hand fisting around the small tube of lube, a tissue, and a condom, fully understanding what she wants of me.

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