Page 16 of Make You Mine

Once we drop Willow off at school, we head back to the house.

I give Chelsea a tour of the rest of the place, including the second and third floors and then the garden and backyard. I show her the small gardener’s cottage tucked between the hedges.

“This is a lovely little spot,” she says. “You could let this to someone.”

“The last owner did. Declan and I haven’t really talked about it.”

After the tour, I announce I’m going to make my first real attempt to write. Chelsea smiles and then shoos me away.

“Go on! I’ll hold the fort,” she says. “Emmett’s down for his nap, isn’t he? You said he’d be out for another hour or two. I’ll have a tidy downstairs, maybe do a bit of dusting. I’ll take a look at the garden as well, see what needs to be done. Might even get started on lunch…”

It’s amazing the difference some help can have.

Over the next few hours, I’m locked away in my private office, tapping away at my laptop. I get down more words than I’ve managed in years, with only the occasional break to emerge for lunch or to feed and check on Emmett.

Chelsea is busy around the house. She does all the things she mentions she will, from tidying up around the house, dusting in the living and dining rooms, to heading out into the garden to tend to the flowers and plants.

By the time the clock’s striking two p.m. and my alarm’s going off, I’ve written two whole chapters. I stretch in the leather chair, arms high in the air, and crack my neck. My heart beats fast from the sense of deep accomplishment and exhilaration.

The same reflects on my face even hours later when Declan comes home.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my lips.

I’m coy as I draw back in his arms and shrug. “Let’s just say I’ve officially had a change of heart.”

“Have you now? Go on then, spill. I take it day one went well?”

“Better than well. It was amazing.”

“Let’s hear it. Tell me how right I was.”

I laugh and swat him on the shoulder as he tightens his hold around my waist. “I hate when you gloat! But fine. You were right! This was a good call. Chelsea is agodsend.”

Chapter 6

Amerie

Declan and I have mastered the art of what we call late-night Mommy and Daddy Time—all without making a sound.

The kids are tucked into bed and the lights are out in the house. We’ve got the baby monitor perched on the bedside table in the event Emmett needs us.

My body vibrates with need as I bite down on my bottom lip and hold in the moan that threatens to slip out.

Declan has me pinned on my stomach, his chest against my back. He strokes into me from behind, his dick hitting just the right spot.

More sparks of pleasure blast through me. I shudder and twist my fingers in the bedsheets.

It’s taking everything I have to keep quiet. To keep from releasing the scream trapped in my throat and risking waking the kids.

I settle for a soft whimper as he gropes my hips and picks up his pace.

Declan’s hunger is insatiable and his stamina is unmatched, which make for a great boost to my ego at times, but then there’sother times when he’s like an Irish wolf unleashing himself on me, and I’m just trying to keep up.

Now becomes one of those times.

“Always so fucking wet…” he grunts, slapping my ass. “Always so fucking tight…”

I whimper in answer, gripping the sheets at his forceful thrusts. A burst of endorphins tingle through me, leaving my skin hot and flushed.

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