Page 80 of A Game Plan for Love

“Yes, ma’am,” he purrs and leans against the tufted headboard. His cock juts against his stomach, and my pulse picks up as I crawl over him. He takes the condom and slips it on, and I grind against him.

No build-up is needed as I take him in my palm and line him up to my entrance. Slowly, I drop an inch, and the slight burn gives way to deep pleasure.

I roll my hips, taking him another inch, and his groan matches my moan—a symphony of pleasure.

A few more moves and I’m fully seated, panting against his chest. Every pulse and twitch is glorious agony, and I can feel the precipice of an orgasm. I’ve spent all day imagining this moment—it was all the foreplay I needed.

“You feel so fucking good,” Declan mutters, head falling to my shoulder. I tangle my fingers in his hair, then squeeze my muscles. He jerks and his teeth dig into the skin of my shoulder, and he soothes the sting with his tongue.

I huff a laugh and roll my hips, building the rhythm until heavy breaths and soft moans are the only sounds in the room.

Tighter and tighter the coil of pleasure pulls in my lower stomach, and when he pulls a nipple between his teeth and tugs, an orgasm rips through me. My head falls back as my vision blackens, and Declan lifts his hips, meeting me for every thrust.

I slowly return from the high, but Declan’s thumb finds my clit. “One more, Addie. I want to hear you come again.” He circles my clit. “Most fucking beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.”

His muscles twitch beneath me, but he’s relentless in his pursuit, and minutes later I’m falling into another orgasm, this one stronger than the last. He shudders a breath and follows, his own orgasm rolling through him in waves.

Every movement sets my nerves on fire, and I fall against his chest.

I guess I didn’t need to worry about his stamina.

We lay in the silence, and he rubs my back soothingly, fingers tangling in the ends of my hair.

“As beautiful as ever,” he whispers, and my heart soars.

He softens beneath me, and with gentle hands, he lifts me up and into the bathroom. He discards the condom, and I use the bathroom. Declan offers a warm towel, and after we clean up, he walks me back to bed and pulls me against his chest.

“Satisfied?” he asks, a smug smile tugging at his lips.

I trail a hand along his chest, up and down. “Very. I’ll get you another sticker later,” I joke.

He shakes his head in bemusement, but pulls me closer until our limbs are intertwined and our breaths match in time.

I could lie here forever with him.

He’s slowly consuming my daydreams—a life with him and Nora—and I don’t think I can avoid what’s happening. He’s a thief, stealing every piece of my heart that Nora doesn’t claim.

My phone rings and reality returns, banishing the dream that feels more like real life with each passing day.

“Addie, hi,” Mandy's voice holds an edge of panic, “I’m so sorry to call, but Nora’s throwing up and asking for you.”

I fly off the bed, and Declan jumps up, startled. “What’s wrong?”

“Nora.” It’s the only word I can work out.

Undiluted horror takes over his face, and he speeds around the room to get dressed. The phone is stuck in my death grip, and he pries it out of my hand and replaces it with clothing.

Guilt eats at me. She’s sick and alone, while I’m here lying in bed with Declan. The thought festers for a moment before Declan walks over and wraps me tightly in my arms.

“Don’t even start with that thought.” I guess the guilt is written all over my face. “Let’s go get our girl.”

He ushers me out the door without protest.

Our girl.

Mandy, Susie’s mom, opens the door, and her eyes are tired. She looks like she’s been to war. “Both of the girls have the bug,” she says, guiding us into the house and toward the couch where Nora and Susie are lying on opposite ends with plastic bags in their hands.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, running over to Nora and sliding the back of my palm against her head.

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