Page 35 of Declan

I peek one eye open and look up at her, swallowing down my groan of appreciation at her flushed cheeks and heaving chest.

It seems anger suits her.

“It needed to be done, doll face,” I reply mildly. “The more people see us together, the more likely they are to accept it as truth.”

“But it’s not the truth, Declan,” she sneers, obviously in a mood. “We can’t lie to people indefinitely, so why bother going to such great lengths to make the entire rouse believable?”

“Any job worth doing is a job worth doing well,” I reply flippantly.

Her eyes widen, and she stomps her foot, her hands fisting at her sides. “This isn’t a damn job! This is my life you’re screwing around with. A life you’re not a permanent fixture in, so I’d prefer not to have your face all over my social media.”

Now, she’s pissing me off, so I rise and walk around her toward the door, intent on avoiding an argument over something we can’t change.

“Where are you going?” she calls after me, and I raise a hand dismissively, keeping my angry retort in my throat.

I walk toward the bedroom, intent on a cool shower, but she follows me, obviously intent on having that argument. I stop in the doorway to the dressing room and turn to face her. “I’m not going to argue about this, Issa. We did what we did, and we’re going to continue doing it indefinitely, regardless of how anyone feels about it.”

“And what about how I feel?”

“What about it?” I reply tersely.

“What about my needs? My wants?” she asks, her tone no longer angry—just resigned. “Does my opinion matter? Do I get a say in what we do?”

“I’ve already told you repeatedly that I will literally do anything for you,” I murmur patiently. “But I’m just a man, Issa. I’m not psychic, and I’m only going to push you so far before you have to tell me what it is you want.”

“Anything?” she asks seriously. “You’ll do anything I ask?”

“Short of leaving you alone, yes,” I reply just as seriously. “Anything.”

“Crawl to me,” she whispers. “Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.”

I blink at her, truly surprised by her ask, but then I give her an assessing look. I’m not at all too proud to crawl to her—to beg her—if that’s what she demands, but still, I challenge her, “Give me something to crawl to.”

She swallows visibly, looking around the room for a moment before finally walking backward to the end of the bed. She sits on the edge of the mattress, slowly pulling her long skirt up as she spreads her legs, giving me a clear view of her bare pussy.

She’s not more than ten feet from me, leaned back, braced on her hands, with her legs spread open for me. I see the determined look on her face, but I also note the tiny tremor in her bottom lip, obviously uncertain if I’ll follow through on my declaration, and it’s her vulnerability in that moment that has me dropping to my knees without hesitation.

“Is this what you want, doll face?” I ask gruffly. “Me on my knees, begging you to have me?”

She nods, her eyes bottomless pools of need that would’ve brought me to my knees without her even asking. Then, she says, “Unbutton your shirt.”

I yank my shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, allowing her a few moments to study my bare torso before I make a move. Her eyes scan back up my body, meeting mine as I place my hands on the floor, stretching my body out so I’m staring at her as I crawl forward languidly, in no hurry at all, as she watches me.

I know she’s well out of her depth at this point, and I applaud her decision to jump in head-first, but once I reach her, I won’t push her to continue if she’s uncomfortable. This is too many steps forward for me to risk losing ground now.

I stop directly in front of her, pushing my upper body up so I’m kneeling in front of her with my hands resting on the tops of my thighs. She’s studying my chest again, her pink tongue licking her lips, and I see the desire in her features, the flare of her nostrils, and the dilation of her pupils when her eyes finally meet mine again.

“What now, darlin’?” I ask mildly, not wanting to scare her off.

One corner of her mouth turns up saucily, and she surprises me once again when her hand trails up her thigh and she presses her fingers between her legs, stroking her obviously wet cunt lazily.

I growl, my cock painfully hard now, but I don’t move.

She moves then, her hand lifting as she leans closer to me, and I open my mouth as she presses her wet fingers against my lips and purrs breathlessly, “How do I taste?”

I suck her fingers into my mouth, lapping them with my tongue and keeping my lips tight as she pulls back so I can reply. “Fucking glorious.”

She smiles almost shyly, then averts her gaze as if she’s only just now realizing what she did. I place a hand on her bare knee, leaning over so I can catch her eyes as I ask, “Is that all I get? A little taste?”

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