But that voice gets muffled by the one that’s crying out “Oh my God! Declan! Declan! Yes!”
He starts thrusting up into me, so hard and fast, and the dull pain is divine.
Infuriating.
Totally satisfying.
And then he pulls out and it’s devastating. He flips me around onto my hands and knees, grabs on to my shoulder with one hand, my waist with the other, and thrusts relentlessly. It’s pure animal lust, and it’s fucking beautiful because it’s all for me.
“Maddie.” His throat is constricted. He’s so close to the edge, and he’s waiting for my permission to go over, and I fall in love with him just a little more.
I can give him what he needs right now, and I want to. “No one’s ever fucked me this good, Declan. Never, ever.”
There. Best gift ever. Just for him.
He makes the most beautiful guttural noise, and just when I think it’s all for him now, he grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs on it, and I come again. Sharply. Unexpectedly. He slams into me and then wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him, holding me tight.
I wish I could see his face.
And then I have the craziest wish I’ve ever had—that he could just come inside me.
But that really is crazy.
When he’s completely still, and he’s exhaled all the breath, I let myself fall forward and bring him with me.
He’s still inside me, still half-hard.
He lies flat on my back.
He wraps both arms around my waist.
He kisses my upper back, and then I feel his soft, damp, stubbly cheek against it.
As if he knows how much I love the way it feels, he rubs his cheek into my skin.
“Fuck” is all he says.
And then he doesn’t say anything, and I know he’s asleep.
My cheek is flat against the pillow, but I’m not moving.
My head is still spinning, and my body is still tingling, and we lie like this for a minute maybe, and I swear I can already feel Declan stirring inside me.
This was supposed to be fast. This was supposed to be furious.
I have a feeling it will be, for Round Two, but this first time… This first time with Declan was more. It was more, and it was just the beginning, and I’m not even scared right now because it was so good. And we both deserve to feel good. Even if it’s with each other.
Even if it won’t last.
Maybe even if it will.
Nineteen
Declan
O HOLY SHIT
What’s the actual last thing you’d ever want your executive assistant to see you doing the morning after you had hot drunk, angry sex with her in a terrible hotel room? Dancing around your terrible hotel room to “Come and Get Your Love” like Star-Lord in Guardians of the Galaxy—naked? Yeah. Me too.
And yet, here we are.
My damp, naked self and my assistant and some lady in a pantsuit.
“Um. You weren’t answering your phones or the door,” Maddie says, her face tense because she’s trying so hard not to laugh. “So I was worried you had passed out or something… This is Karen. She works for the hotel. She let me in.”
“Hi, Karen,” I mutter through gritted teeth. There’s no point in side-stepping back to the bathroom because they can’t unsee what they just saw.
Karen finally manages to tear her bulging eyes away from the general area that I’m covering with my hands. “Hi… Um. We’re very pleased to have you here at The Twinstar, Mr. Cannavale. I actually heard you singing at the bar last night, and I really enjoyed it. You have a really great voice.”
“Fantastic. Thanks.”
“Thank you for your help, Karen.” Maddie gives her a wide-eyed toothy grin. “That will be all.”
“Right.” Karen takes one last look at my big sexy hands over my big sexy junk before turning away and waving. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can—”
“Thank you, Karen!” Maddie and I both yell out at the same time.
Karen nods and says, “Happy holidays!” as she exits the room, shutting the door behind her.
Now I’m alone with the succubus. I woke up after noon, thinking last night might have been a dream. A really long, incredibly realistic, filthy sex dream. Because I woke up alone in my bed, with rumpled sheets and the heavenly scent of Maddie Cooper’s magical pussy all over them. Only I didn’t feel depleted. I felt energized. I felt happier than I’ve felt all year.
Which is why I was listening to the radio while I was in the shower. Which is why I was singing and dancing around to “Come and Get Your Love” while I was in the shower. And why I continued singing and dancing around to “Come and Get Your Love” after I had gotten out of the shower. Because I thought I was alone. And I was happy.
And now, this.
She’s fully dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a tight sweater, and it is very fitting that I am standing naked before her. Although, I feel less naked now than I did at certain times last night. And I’m not talking about how I was physically naked when I was coming in her mouth or when I was growling “You like that don’t you, dirty girl?” when I was balls deep or when I was literally fucking her sideways on the sofa. I’m talking about how good it felt to call her “babyyyy” when I was pressing myself inside her for the first time. I’m talking about how it felt like my heart might burst—not because I was fucking her like a raging bull but because she was stroking and kissing my face like she needed it as much as I did. I’m talking about all the times I had to hold my breath just to keep from blurting out “I love you” when I was coming, because it felt more like love than anything I’ve felt in years.
Maybe ever.
And I swear, she was kissing
