Page 78 of This Feeling

“I don’t know what to say to that,” I whispered as my stomach pulled with desire.

A wicked smile played across Declan’s face. “It’s a good thing I have today off. We can definitely have a lunch date.”

“A lunch date sounds nice.”

He leaned in and took my mouth with his. His hands moved up and slid into my hair, tugging so that I opened more to him. I moaned as the kiss turned hotter. My body felt like it was going to explode at any moment.

“More,” I gasped when his lips moved down my neck.

“What about breakfast?” he asked, his tongue moving along my collarbone and causing my entire body to shiver in anticipation of what was to come.

He didn’t wait for an answer. The next thing I knew, I was lifted onto the counter, and my legs spread apart.

Declan’s eyes met mine. “Damn sweatpants are in the way, Harp.”

“What was I thinking,” I said in a breathy voice.

Before either of us could do or say anything else, my doorbell rang.

We both froze, then Declan said, “Someone has shitty timing.”

I giggled and kissed him on the nose. “Probably for the best. I’m starving!”

Declan took the clean spatula I handed him. “Sure, use me for my body and cooking skills.”

Laughing out loud, I hit the intercom button. “Hello?”

“Harper, is Declan still with you?”

The instant image of Sean bent over on the sofa, Caroline spanking him with his mother’s pickleball paddle, had me struggling to hold back laughter. Clearing my throat, I focused on being serious.

“Heiswith me. We’re about to have breakfast, so maybe now isn’t a good time.”

“Harper, I’m not leaving until you let me come up.”

“Why, Sean? You got the girl. Your mom knows the truth. Just leave me be.”

“I’m not here to seeyou. I need to talk to my brother. Now.”

I looked at Declan, and he sighed. “Just let him in and let’s get it over with.”

Buzzing the door, I walked over to my front door and unlatched the lock. I could hear Sean hurrying up the steps. He gave a quick knock before coming in.

When he entered my place, I was already back in the kitchen. “Coffee?”

Sean shook his head as he walked toward his brother, frowning. “What are you doing?”

Declan looked down at the omelet he was about to flip. “I’m making us breakfast.”

Sean glanced over at me. “Actually, Iwilltake a cup of coffee. Thanks, Harper.”

Nodding, I reached into the cupboard, got another mug, and poured him a cup. He took it black, like I did. I handed it to him and found myself unable to look him in the eye. It had nothing to do with the fact that I’d slept with his brother, andeverythingto do with the image of him getting spanked that I couldn’t get out of my head.

“What was so important that you had to bug us this morning?” Declan asked, sliding the omelet onto a plate and cutting it in half. The toast, which I hadn’t even seen him put in, popped up. I headed over, took them out, and buttered them. “Bacon?” Declan asked Sean, who shook his head.

“Did you want some of the omelet?” I asked Sean.

“No, I can’t eat anything.”

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