Page 98 of A Game Plan for Love

“I did.”

“Declan…” The trust fund he set up for Nora stares back at me, and words clog in my throat. “Why?”

His eyes soften.

“I think you know why.” He turns his head to look in the direction of Nora's room. “I never want her to worry about anything. Even if we don’t work out, it belongs to her. Only stipulation is that she gets an education in whatever interests her.”

“You’re choosing us?”

I hate the way my voice cracks and trembles, and how vulnerable the question sounds, but my heart is pounding in my chest, and hope is swelling like a tsunami, and I need him to say the words.

He hasn’t told me he loves me, but he loves Nora, and those words seem minuscule compared to the other ones I’m desperate for.

A tear slips out, and he immediately banishes it with his thumb, the rough skin scraping along my cheekbone.

“I’m choosing you, baby. And her. And us.” he pauses, inhaling a deep breath. “I’m choosing me, and what makes me happy—that’s you and Nora.”

He presses a soft kiss to my lips, and I pour affection into the kiss, though it borders on something more.Love.

Declan has made it very easy to fall in love with him. So easy it’s second nature, like breathing. His palm cups my jaw as he deepens the kiss, and I wrap my legs around him, tugging him closer.

He lets a small groan escape, and I catch it with another kiss, this one deeper and slightly frantic now that I’ve realized I’ve fallen in love with him. My hands roam his stomach, over the hard muscles, and down to the hem of his top. I slip beneath the fabric and he sucks in a breath as my hand slips below his waistband to grip his cock over his briefs.

“Adeline,” he chastises, though his breath hitches when I squeeze.

He hardens beneath my palm, and my core clenches as ragged breathing fills the space. I hop off the counter and drop to my knees.

“Block the door,” I command, and he shifts to the left.

My hands tug at the waistband of his gray sweatpants until they’re hanging around his knees. His briefs fall next and his cock bobs against his stomach, abdominal muscles taut with restraint. A small smattering of hair trails from his belly button to his cock, and my throat dries at the sight of him in daylight.

He peers down at me, pupils shot, and fists clenched at his side.

I lean forward and drag my tongue along the underside, starting at the base and ending by swirling my tongue around the head. I pull the tip into my mouth, sucking lightly, before releasing him.

A deep groan tumbles from his lips, and I squeeze his thigh. “You’ve got to be quiet.”

“I’ll try, baby, but I’m making no promises.” His hands tangle in my hair, tightening around the loose auburn strands. I huff a laugh and his dick twitches when my breath hits his exposed skin. “Fuck.”

I take him as deeply as I can in one swift movement, and his grip turns deathlike as I bob my head up and down, slowing at the top to flick my tongue on the underside of his head.

His breath catches, and I do it again and again until he’s twitching in my mouth. I trail my hand along his thigh, up and down, then take his balls in my hand and gently tug. Declan’s hips jerk, and his cock hits the back of my throat.

“You’re doing so good,” he praises, and my heartbeat picks up. He guides my head deeper. “Just like that, baby. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

My skin is on fire, and I’m moments away from combustion. Pleasure in my lower stomach coils like a snake ready to strike, and every soft groan adds to the pressure.

I release him with apop!

His eyes are a deep blue, like the sky before an impending storm, and I take a moment to drink him in. His skin is flushed, and his hair is in disarray.

He caresses my face tenderly, and when his thumb trails along the seam of my lips, I take him in my mouth. He gulps, then takes himself in his palm, pumping a few times, before resting the head of his dick on my lips.

He taps a few times, and nothing has ever been erotic as this moment—his silent demand, and the blatant adoration in his eyes.

“Addie,” Declan whimpers—he fuckingwhimpers—when I gently drag my teeth along the shaft.

His thighs shake, and with one more flick of my tongue, his head falls forward and he barrels through his orgasm, coming in my mouth. I continue to suck until he softens and when I swallow, his pupils blow and he drags me off the ground and into a searing kiss.

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