Page 61 of Stolen Sun

There’s only one person I want to be with, and they won’t stop me this time. I find his name and press call.

“Sunshine?” He answers on the second ring. I can sense a tone of annoyance in his voice, but I’m relieved to hear it regardless.

“Will you come get me from Ashwood Bistro?” I ask, holding my breath.

“Get into the blacked out Camaro right outside,” he says.

I stop walking and look around. The window to a black Camaro rolls down just to my left. “Declan?”

“It’s Chance. Get in, and he’ll bring you to me,” he says and hangs up.

Putting the phone down, I quickly duck into the passenger seat of the car waiting for me. Chance squeals the tires as he speeds down the road.

“How long have you been following me?” I ask.

He side-eyes me and smirks but doesn’t answer. I stare at his profile for a few moments hoping he’ll change his mind. When he doesn’t give in, I look out the window. My heart is pounding with anticipation of seeing Declan again.

Chance pulls up to the door at Velocity and waits for me to get out. When I open the door to the lobby, I notice the Camaro slip into a parking spot beside Declan’s truck. I guess keeping up with me is his sole purpose today.

Claire’s smile greets me when I step inside. “Mr. Adams is waiting for you,” she says, gesturing to the hall that leads to his office.

Before I make it to his door, I try to think of what to say to him. I wanted to slay my dragons alone, but they’re my fucking parents. Taking a deep breath, I open the door and step inside.

“Close the door,” he says without looking up from his computer.

I do as I’m told, frozen just inside the doorway. A moment passes.

“Come here, Noel.” Leaning back in his chair, he crosses his arms over his broad chest.

When our eyes lock, the anxiety of the past couple of days melts away. The heat in his stare pulls me in, and I go to him without hesitation.

He turns his chair to face me as I find myself behind the desk with him. His unreadable expression gives nothing away. But his eyes dare me to touch him. His arms remain crossed as he stares up at me, forcing me to make a move.

My fingers run through his soft hair then down his face. His jaw clenches beneath my touch. I lean down to kiss him. As soon as I make contact, his hands are on me. He stands to spin me around so my back is against his front.

“Did you find the answers you needed?” He whispers into my ear.

Trying to control my erratic breathing, I nod my head in response.

“Use your words,” he growls.

“I don’t want to face this without you.” My confession rushes out.

He turns me back around to face him, and his hands grip my hips. His thunderous face searches mine.

“I want you. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. Right now, Declan, please.”

He pulls my dress up to my waist and shoves me backward before lifting me to slam me down on his desk.

“Declan,” I cry out at the roughness.

My hands gravitate to his belt. He shoves my top down as I do the same with his pants.

“Two fucking days, Noel,” he says as he moves my thong to the side and shoves his cock inside of me.

I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain at the fullness. He remains still, allowing us both a moment.

He sucks on my ear and whispers, “Goddamn, I missed you.”

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