Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Sean deserves every good thing that is coming his way.
I deserve something, too, so I tug my phone out of the inner pocket of my suit jacket.
I shoot off a quick text as I debate whether to rouse Rygar from bed or grab a cab to take me home.
Declan: What’s your take on commitment ceremonies?
Her response is almost instant.
Abigail: Slow your roll, Mr. Wells. I thought we agreed to fuck exclusively. No one needs a commitment ceremony for that.
I laugh out loud as my fingers slide over my phone’s screen.
Declan: Sean and Callie had one tonight.
I stand in place, waiting for her to reply.
Abigail: That sounds lovely. Was it beautiful?
I answer honestly.
Declan: It was. Are you interested in celebrating with me?
It’s after midnight, so I consider it a long shot, but I can’t win if I don’t take the chance.
Abigail: I’m already in bed.
Smiling, I send off a quick one word reply.
Declan: Wearing?
Even though I have no point of reference for imagining her in her bed, I can’t help but feel my pulse quicken as I think about what she looks like in my bed after she’s been freshly fucked.
Abigail: Only a smile.
Although I’m standing on a sidewalk with a few people wandering past me, my cock hardens instantly.
Declan: Give me your address.
She wastes no time in responding.
Abigail: I suppose I can come to you, so I can come. (See what I did there?)
I want nothing more than that. Seeing and hearing her come is all I’m craving at the moment.
Declan: Put on a trench coat, and I’ll call Rygar to pick you up.
It takes less than a minute for another text message to pop onto my phone’s screen.
Abigail: A trench coat? You have a filthy mind. I’m game, but no Rygar. Let the man sleep. I’ll get an Uber.
I shake away the thought of her running around New York City naked under a trench coat, but I asked for it, and I trust her to get to me safely.
Declan: I’ll be waiting.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Abby
I thought I’d have a chance to slip my panties off in the elevator before I got to Declan’s apartment, but he was waiting for me in the lobby of his building.
As soon as I stepped out of the SUV I was in, I could see the handsome man I was meeting pacing back and forth beyond the glass doors.
I took a second to stare because who wouldn’t?
I lean back against the elevator’s wall and smile. “Shirtless in the lobby, Declan? Are you trying to drive the women that live in this building wild with desire?”
He lets out a deep, stuttered laugh. “Funny.”
“Thank you.” I bow slightly. “Seriously, though. This is a new look for you. For the record, I’m not complaining.”
His gaze drops to the blue board shorts and leather sandals beyond. “I took a quick shower when I got home, slipped on the shorts, and came back down to wait for you.”
“Impatience is a good look for you.”
“What’s under that trench coat is a good look for you,” he counters. “Open it.”
I scan the interior of the elevator. “Not a chance in hell.”
He steps closer to me. “We’re the only two here, Abby.”
“You can’t guarantee that.” I skim a fingertip over the collar of my coat. “Cameras are everywhere.”
“Not here.” He closes the remaining distance between us. “No one will see your beautiful body but me.”
I reach out a hand to grab hold of his for balance. “I need to take care of one thing before we get to your apartment.”
He doesn’t say a word as my hand snakes beneath the trench coat. I slowly tug on the lace panties I put on before I left my apartment. With effortless ease, I slide them down my legs before stepping out of them, being careful not to snag the lace on either of the red four-inch heels I’m wearing.
“Mine.” The word snaps off his tongue as he grabs the panties into his fist.
I let out a light laugh. “That’s theft.”
The corners of his lips curve up. “You’re damn right it is, and I’m ready for my punishment.”
I inch even closer to him to drag the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip. “Am I ready for it?”
Before I realize what’s happening, his hand is under my coat. His index finger glides over my cleft. “You’re ready. You’re so fucking ready.”
I’ve never felt anything this close to perfection before.
Declan had me up against his apartment door as soon as it was closed. With deft fingers, he undid the belt of my coat before he tossed the garment behind him.
Now, we’re face-to-face and body-to-body as my back presses into the door. His shorts are the only things separating the two of us.
His hand glides over my core. It’s a series of light touches meshed with strikes of his fingertip against my clit.