Page 30 of The Billionaire's Accidental Daddy Duty
Joey’s whimpering broke through the raw energy that sparked between us. Or did I imagine that? Not that it mattered. Declan had been very clear about his intentions with me. He had to focus his time and efforts on his new family.
“He gets fussy if he doesn’t nap in his crib.” I turned away from Declan and scooped up Joey in my arms.
“Let me do that.” He reached for his son but waited until I conceded.
He padded over to my room. In the back of my mind, a tinyvoice told me to stay put and not follow him. But the tone of his voice when he said my name was still in my head. I walked behind him, letting his magnetism drag me toward him.
I stood in the middle of the room as my gaze shifted from my neatly made bed to Joey’s crib, and then, Declan’s wide back. He leaned forward to clear a few binkies out of the way. Yeah, I stayed there and let my gaze hover over every plane and valley on his muscled back. He gripped the crib rail, and his triceps bulged up. After a few beats, he turned around.
The look in his face made me shuffle back. His eyes showed the same gleam they had the night we first kissed. He sauntered toward me with one brow slightly cocked. “This is going to be a fucking mess.”
“I don’t care.”
I wasn’t even sure what he had meant. All I knew was that he was about to kiss me again. My body ached to close the space between us, but I didn’t. I stood my ground because I wanted him to come to me. He pushed me away before; I didn’t think I could handle another rejection from him. Every day I had spent in his home, he had in one way, or another pushed me away.
“Isla.” He cradled my cheek and pressed his forehead to me. “Everywhere I go, it doesn’t matter how near or far you are, I can always catch your scent. Or at least, I imagine I do. You’re in my head. All of the goddamn time.”
I had no words. I didn’t care for words. I only wanted him. Getting up on my tippy-toes, I pressed my mouth to him. He groaned, and before I knew it, we were entangled in a hard kiss, making our way out into the hallway.
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DON'T STOP NOW
Isla
Out on the hallway, my back slammed against the wall. Holy fuck, Declan was kissing me. Like, really kissing me. The drumming in my chest made it impossible to think about the implication of what we were doing. Even though it hurt my ego, I knew that if he had stayed away from me all this time it was because he wanted to do the right thing. Having a one-night stand with his nanny-slash-employee couldn’t end well.
A tug on the spaghetti strap of my top snapped me back to reality. My eyes flew open and zeroed in on the wild look in Declan’s gaze.
“I know what I’m getting into,” I blurted out.
“Do you?” He panted a breath, cocking an eyebrow. “Don’t believe everything you read.”
“Your life is upside down. The last thing you need right now is a scandal.”
“You think I care what a few tabloids think of me?” Hecradled my cheek. “I care about you. I’ve nothing to give you.”
Declan was the founder of a billion-dollar company. He was filthy rich. But he didn’t mean to give me material things. He meant him. The idea that he had considered giving me more of him, even though he couldn’t, melted my heart. It made me feels things I wasn’t ready to put into words, let alone rationalize.
“I’m not expecting a marriage proposal.” I gripped his shirt. Jesus, he smelled so good. “All I want is you. No strings attached.”
“Isla.” He slid the pad of his thumb over my lips. His gaze darted from one side of my face to the other as if trying to decide what to do next. Or maybe he was waiting for me to come to my senses and tell him to stop. “I want you so much. I can’t stand it.” He pulled on my strap again. When he finally pulled it down, he released a breath and brought his mouth down to the beauty mark on the inside of my breast.
Hot kisses left a wet trail as he moved on to my suck on my nipple, and then, the other. A rush of adrenaline shot through my core. My legs gave out from under me, but Declan was there to catch me. He wrapped one arm around my waist while he used his free hand to cup my pussy. Heat swirled out of control where his palm rubbed me with firm strokes.
“I bet you have a pretty pussy.”
I shook my head. I had no idea. I hadn’t considered what my pussy looked like. It looked like many others, I supposed. “I don’t know.”
“Such a tease.” He wedged his thigh between mine.Because he was holding most of my weight, I had no choice but to spread open for him. In the next beat, he slipped his fingers inside my shorts and right into my folds. “You’re already wet for me.” He went deeper until he reached my entrance.
This was how much he was out of my league. In a single minute, he had me pinned against the wall with a leg hooked over his muscular quad while he worked my pussy into a frenzy. Whatever self-control I thought I had when it came to sex was all gone. As it was with everything he did in his life, he was in charge. I stood and waited for him to decide what to do next. Though I was dying to feel him inside me, filling me.
“Declan,” I mumbled, fisting his dress shirt.
“I want to see you come.” He captured my mouth with his, plunging his tongue past my lips in an all-consuming promise to do that with his cock later. “Now be a good girl and stay.” He gripped both my shoulders and pressed my back against the wall, so he didn’t have to support my weight anymore.
My breath hitched when I realized what he meant to do. He knelt in front of me, his hot blue gaze glued to mine. Slowly, he pulled down my shorts, panties and all.
