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“Intimate is . . . intimate.” I closed my eyes as his fingers spread me, teased me, pleasured me.
“Failing to see the problem,” he rasped as he plunged a finger into me.
I shuddered and clenched around him.
He gently bit my ear. “You think showering together is a bad idea? You’re wet. I want you to come on my fingers, Hadley. I want you to fucking drench them.”
I moaned as he added another finger and began to thrust them inside me. I clung to him, my body begging for release.
Declan was relentless and sure enough, I came on his fingers. When I stopped shaking, he slowly removed them.
“Any more complaints?” Declan asked.
“Bite me.”
He bit my shoulder.
“Hey!”
“You told me to bite you. Just following orders, ma’am.”
“Hmm. Following orders.” I slowly turned in his arms to face him and then I gently urged us to switch places to give him the water. “What other orders can you follow?”
He grinned. “I don’t know. Let’s find out.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
The Ranch
* * *
“You feeling better?” Declan asked as he pushed the last piece of pizza toward me.
“Full, sedated and satiated,” I remarked. “No, you eat the last piece.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Don’t have to twist my arm.” He took the piece and got up. “Another beer?”
“Sure.”
He went into the kitchen and while his head was stuck in the refrigerator, I said, “I quit my restaurant job. Back in New York, I mean.”
Declan chewed his bite of pizza and after he swallowed he looked at me. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “That’s who called me.”
“Your ex-fiancé called you? I thought he was in Italy.”
“He is. He wasn’t the one who called. His cousin manages the restaurant I work at. Nico called to ask me what shifts I wanted when we all came back to work after the renovations. The idea of seeing them again after Gianni told his family that we broke up . . .” I shook my head. “So, I quit.”
He pulled out two beer bottles and shut the fridge. “I don’t blame you. Who the hell would want to see their ex’s family, let alone work for them.”
“They’re good people,” I murmured. “And I didn’t think . . . that when my relationship ended, I’d lose them too. That’s what really got to me, you know?”
He cracked open both bottles and returned to the couch, holding one out to me.
