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“Of course, I did. She gave me some cockamamie story about him fixing a busted pipe because she couldn’t get a hold of me. That’s bullshit,” he retorted, his voice tinged with incredulity.
“Why would it be bullshit? You think your wife lied to you?” Elise pressed, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
“Yes, she lied. I’d see her looking at him all the time. Hugging him when they’d see each other out somewhere. He was screwing her,” Stephen snarled, a bitter edge to his words.
“You have a problem, Stephen. You never see the good in anyone. Maybe that’s exactly why Declan was there—” Elise began but was cut off.
“She was in her robe!” he snarled, his frustration boiling over.
“What time was it?” Elise inquired, trying to maintain her composure.
“Close to noon. Dawn was always dressed and up by eight,” Stephen replied, his voice tinged with certainty.
“And you think that proves they were having an affair?” Elise questioned, her voice steady.
“I know they were, and if you were smart, you’d get the fuck away from him. He’s not interested in you. He’s just toying with me,” Stephen insisted, his eyes narrowing.
Elise shook her head slowly; disbelief etched across her face. “I don’t believe that.”
“Then ask him about why he was there when she had her robe on. I can guarantee he’ll lie. Look, since I took Dawn from him, he took you from me,” Stephen declared, his tone accusatory.
Elise laughed softly. “I wasn’t yours for him to take. We went out twice, Stephen. Twice.”
“Do you think that matters to him? He wouldn’t care if we’d only gone out once. You were with me, and he wanted payback.”
Elise shook her head. She knew he was lying.
“Just how would I know if Declan was lying about seeing your wife? He’s already told me they weren’t seeing each other.”
“He lied.” Stephen shook his head. When Jenny ran into the room, Stephen picked her up and looked at Elise before stopping at the door. “Eventually, you’ll find out.”
Elise sighed as the door closed behind him. The man had a problem and as much as she hated it, she was going to tell Declan about it and see his reaction. He wouldn’t lie to her. Would he?
****
Saturday afternoon, Declan climbed the stairs to Elise’s apartment, anticipation building with each step. As he knocked on the door, his mind flooded with images of her gorgeous body and how much he wanted to be with her. He frowned when she didn’t answer, so he knocked again, calling out her name, then smiled when the door opened.
Elise, clad only in a silk robe that seemed to cling to every curve, greeted him. “I’m sorry. I’m running late. Come in,” she said as she opened the door wider.
“I hope you made sure it was me before you opened the door in your robe.”
Elise laughed, the sound making his pulse race. “I looked first. Sit down.”
Declan’s fingers twitch with barely restrained hunger as he gripped the silky fabric of Elise’s robe, his knuckles whitening with his need for her. The sash gave way, slithering open to reveal her naked body, all creamy skin and trembling anticipation. His rough palms slid up her sides, mapping every dip and curve like he was memorizing every inch of her.
Elise arched into his touch, her nipples hardening into tight little peaks under his calloused fingers, begging for his mouth. But Declan dragged his hands down slowly, savoring the way her breath hitched, before gripping her hips almost hard enough to bruise.
“I need you so much, Elise. I will never get enough of you.”
Elise practically ripped his T-shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor before moving to unbuckle his belt. Declan toed his boots off as she slid his zipper down in one swift motion making him hiss in a breath. As she pushed his jeans down, she dropped to her knees and slid her mouth over his thick cock. Her tongue swirled around the swollen head, then sucked him deeper.
Declan couldn’t take it much longer; he felt like he was hanging by a thread. With a groan, he stepped back, picked her up, carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed.
“I need you. Now.”
Elise lay on the mattress, and spread her legs for him. “Please, Declan.”
Declan rolled on a condom, put his knee on the bed, but lowered his face between her legs, sucking at her clitoris until she cried out in pleasure. He moved up her body, placing his lips on hers, and slammed into her with one brutal thrust, her scream was half-pain, half-ecstasy, her nails clawed at the sheets as he set a punishing pace, driving her closer to the edge.
