Only for him, p.43
Only For Him, page 43
“On your marriage.”
“Thank you,” I tell him, new happiness fluttering in my chest. This is when our real marriage starts, isn’t it? No part of it has anything to do with staying safe from depositions or police. It’s the two of us.
Declan put his hands under my chin and tips my face to his. He kisses me slow and soft, and I taste all the love he has for me on those lips. After a minute, he deepens the kiss, and just when I think he’s going to lift me off my feet, he backs me into the counter instead.
I don’t care at all if anyone else is going to walk in. I don’t care that they could. I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him back, just as deep. If all this has taught me anything, it’s that I’m never going to take a single second with Declan Cross for granted. I don’t think I’ll take a single second of anything for granted, but especially not with him.
He makes a low sound in the back of his throat and nips my bottom lip.
“My wife,” he says, his tone hot and possessive. It makes me melt. So does the glint of the ring on my finger. Declan’s voice is a private sign that I belong to him, but the ring? That’s the public one. “Should we go back to the bedroom?”
I shake my head, smiling into the kiss. “No. I’m on my way to the wine cellar.”
Declan groans. “I can’t wait that long.”
He picks me up in his arms, and I swat at him, nipping his bottom lip and tugging just slightly. The masculine rumble in his chest lights everything on fire inside of me.
Declan kisses me back and carries me to the wine cellar. In the polished room with the many, many bottles gleaming on their shelves, he kicks the door closed behind him and sets me on my feet.
Then his hands are all over me. They’re under my dress, tugging my panties down. He manages to get both my shoes off in the same motion. I don’t help him at all. I keep my hands in his hair as he kneels to slide the panties off, and then I drag him back up to kiss me again.
I’m desperate and needy, just like he is.
Declan carries me to a countertop in the back, my ass touching down on gleaming wood. He kisses me like I was gone for years, not just for a dinner, his hands exploring every part of me that he can reach. Fingers delve between my legs to toy with my clit and push inside me. When he discovers I’m very much ready for him, he groans again, directly into my mouth, and lifts his fingers to his mouth to suck off my arousal.
I thread my fingers together at the back of his neck and kiss him, stopping only to pull back so I can see his eyes. My heart races and my body heats as I stare into his wanton gaze. This is how much Declan wants me. This is how much he needs to be with me. He didn’t even want to wait until I came back from the wine cellar. What would it have been, two minutes? Three? I wouldn’t have taken long to pick out the wine with him waiting in the bedroom.
He reaches down for his belt and his zipper, and when he’s freed himself, he takes my ass in his hands and pulls me to the edge of the counter. Declan pushes into me in one smooth stroke. He shudders as he sinks inside of me, covering my mouth with his again. From this angle, every thrust makes contact with my clit, and I know I’m going to find my release fast and hard. It’s half from that contact, but the other half is just how much I want him.
Just how happy I am to be with him. Just how perfect it is now that we’re okay. Now that we’re free.
“Declan,” I moan his name as the pleasure builds.
I hook my legs around him and dig my heels into his lower back, pulling him closer. He fucks me harder. It reminds me of the way he seemed when we first met. Strong and intimidating. He scared me. Now, the way he moves would be frightening if I didn’t know him. All his energy and focus are on me.
He rocks my hips into him with his hands, grinding us close together, and I throw my head back. Pleasure builds and builds and builds until I’m not seeing the ceiling of the wine cellar anymore. I’m not seeing much of anything. I’m just feeling him there, his muscular body between my thighs.
Declan changes something about the way he’s moving me, and the direct contact on my clit pushes me over the edge into a shaking orgasm.
“Good girl,” I hear him say. It sounds like he’s a million miles away, but it’s just that there’s so much pleasure. My heartbeat is so loud. “That’s it.”
He lets me ride it out, and then he’s leaning over me, one hand braced on the countertop so he can fuck me as hard as he wants to. All I can do in the post-orgasm haze is hold on to him. With my body hot and the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure as he fucks me harder and harder, my neck arches and I cry out my pleasure.
I bite Declan’s neck, then kiss the teeth marks, then lick my way up the side of his neck. When I reach his mouth, he kisses me with a grunt and comes hard, pinning me to him, letting the countertop balance the rest of my weight. Declan finishes with another shudder and presses another set of kisses to the side of my neck.
We both stay there for a minute, just breathing. Feeling the high slowly come back down together.
After he’s caught his breath, Declan lifts me down from the countertop and smooths my dress into place. He runs his fingers through my hair, setting it in place again. When he’s finished, his hands linger on my face. He looks into my eyes like he never wants to forget the color. I could never forget the color of his, no matter how long I lived. He murmurs, “You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine,” I say, hooking my finger into the collar of his shirt and tugging him in for a kiss. It’s another slow, sweet one, and I know at this moment that I’ll never be tired of kissing him. “I love you,” I say when he pulls back. “I love you so much, Declan.”
“I’ll love you forever,” he promises. Then he gives me one more kiss, straightens up, and takes my hand. “I will love you forever, Braelynn.”
“Forever,” I agree.
EPILOGUE
BRAELYNN
Three months later
I’m already in the office when Declan strides in, exuding nothing but confidence and power. My body tenses and I stir slightly, eager for what’s to come.
His suit is perfectly fitted to him, custom and expensive, but it’s the man underneath that gives them their appeal. He’s all muscle, but the fire in his eyes says that physical strength is only a small part of his command.
He closes the door behind him and his eyes rake over me. My heart races as I reach for the pen and then drop it; I go still as his eyes meet mine.
“Braelynn.” His voice is its own command.
“I—” I stand up, intending to say more, but he crosses the room and pushes me back against the desk.
Declan kisses me hard, letting all his raw power filter through the kiss. He nips at my bottom lip, drags his teeth over my jaw, and bites at my shoulder. He pushes up under my skirt and he brushes his knuckles over my panties.
So much of this moment reminds me of how we started. My heart races as his dark eyes pierce mine with an intensity that shows me he feels the same. Only now, I am his completely and he is mine.
“Over here.” Declan walks us over to the chair behind his desk and sits down. I’m more than willing to follow his lead and straddle him. I’m just as in need as he is. He’s undone his belt and zipper with a rough hand, then he shoves my panties aside. “Be a good little whore for me.”
With his hand gripping my hip and guiding me, I slide down onto him. My lips form a small “o” as he stretches and then fills me.
The sweet tinge of pain mixed with pleasure is everything I need and the heat engulfs my body. He lets me take my time at first, kissing along my neck.
“Harder,” he pulls back and orders. Our gazes meet as he aids me in riding him harder and faster. My breasts bounce harder than before. He pulls at my blouse and a button pops. With a firm tug, he pulls a cup down to release my breast. His lips are on my nipple instantly. He sucks and nips, adding to my pleasure.
I lift up and stroke down on him, my hands braced on his shoulders and my nails digging into the fine fabric as the waves of pleasure crash down on me unexpectedly.
“Declan,” I cry out his name as I come undone.
“Fuck yes,” he growls in the crook of my neck as he pounds into me harder, leaning me back against the desk as he stands up straighter, riding through my orgasm recklessly. He takes over and I can barely control my strangled cries of pleasure.
Our warm breath mingles as our heavy breathing only adds to the intensity and he kisses me. I know he’s close, and I can feel another impending orgasm as well.
As our hearts pound against one another, someone knocks at the door. Declan curses under his breath. It’s not locked. They could just walk in and see us like this.
I wait for his command, very much still filled with his cock, “under the desk.” Without hesitation, I slide off Declan’s lap and onto my knees. Every inch of my skin is still sensitized and I’ve barely caught my breath.
Declan slides his chair in, his feet planted wide. I put my hands on his knees and look up at him. He doesn’t look down at me as he calls, “Come in.”
The door opens, and I wait a moment.
“Mr. Cross.” It’s one of the managers from the front of the house. I recognize his voice. A light tapping sound says he’s got a notepad in one hand, and he’s using the base of his pen to worry at it while he stands there.
Declan’s dick is still hard, and he’s still in need. He readjusts himself in his seat, and his hand rests on his thigh before his two fingers motions for me to come closer. I can still feel him inside of me, and the pleasure he’s just given me urges me forward.
I take his cock in my hand and give it a gentle stroke, then a harder one. His breath hitches and I’m tempted to lean forward and lick. I let the tip of my tongue glide up his slit and his hand wraps around the back of my neck as the conversation continues.
“We’re cutting it too close on the top-shelf spirits. What do you think about a 25 percent increase?”
“Hmm.” There’s no sign in Declan’s voice that I have my fist wrapped around his cock. I give him another harder stroke, then inch myself up so I can better serve him orally. With his fingers firmly gripping my neck, he holds me still and I wait with baited breath. “When you say cutting it close, what do you mean, exactly?”
“I mean that twice last week we’ve had to run out mid-shift for more. It hasn’t caused any problems, but if it happens on a busy night, we’ll be down a server or a bartender.”
“Is 25 percent more on the order enough to stop that from happening?”
“I think so. But it’s also about timing. Shipments tend to come in a day after we’ve already had to go out for replacements.”
The moment his grip loosens, I lean forward and close my lips around the head of Declan’s dick, and the only sign he gives is that his thighs tense. His muscles tighten under my palms. I suck ever so gently and I’ve never felt so dirty and so powerful as he lets go of my neck and spears his fingers through my hair, letting me suck him off.
His voice tenses just slightly as he asks, “Any way to rework the shipments?”
“Delivery driver says no. I checked with him before I came down here. It would mean an extra fee if he had to make two trips to this area.”
“Which costs less?” he asks quickly and beneath me, the heels of his shoes dig into the carpet. I hollow my cheeks and take more of his cock into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.
“Between the fee and the increased orders?”
“Yeah.”
The manager consults his list, and it’s silent for a minute. Declan’s feet rise so his heels are two inches above the floor. I stop taking him deeper and concentrate on licking him, keeping my lips tight around his shaft. One of his heels taps three times in quick succession. His thigh trembles, just a little, and the silence seems to drag on and on and on.
“The fee is less, by a little. So…”
“So go with an increase in the order.”
The manager laughs. “I thought you’d say just the opposite.” I pause, so I can readjust and get more comfortable.
“We can sell everything we order for the bar. We can’t make any money off the fee.” As he talks, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and work him with both my hand and mouth. “So if the price is only a little different, it’s obvious to me that the order should just increase to match our need.”
Declan’s voice catches, just a tiny bit, on the word need. And I fucking love it.
“Got it.”
“Anything else?” he asks quickly; I have a feeling he’s close.
“There was something—” The pen taps on the notepad again, and Declan presses his heel into the carpet hard. I can’t do anything but add suction and tension to the blowjob, because the poor manager would know I was under here.
“No. I think that’s all. I’ll send an email with–”
“You do that,” Declan cuts him off, “Close the door behind you on your way out.”
“Yes, sir.”
The door shuts a few long seconds later, and Declan pulls me up from under the desk and into his lap. “You wicked little thing.” He runs his thumb over my now swollen lips with a devious look in his eyes and a hint of pride there too.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur with a half smirk, unable to catch my breath.
Declan kisses me hard and pulls me over his lap, angling me onto his cock again. When I slide down onto him, taking all of him inside me, he lets out a deep groan. The pleasure is intense as I ride him slowly, the pleasure returning with a vengeance and threatening to overwhelm me.
“Declan, I…I don’t know if—”
He takes me by the hips and makes me do it. I lose myself in the motions, focusing on holding on to him and enjoying this moment, reveling in his touch.
Declan’s hand slides between us and he uses the pad of his thumb to rub at my clit. Slow circles at first, then faster, the pressure staying light and even. The orgasm starts to build in my toes and moves up through my legs, finally gathering under his thumb. Declan watches me like he’s never seen me do this before, only he has. Plenty of times. He has me come on a daily basis. But his eyes are hot, filled with love and lust, and they stay firmly on my face as I fuck him harder and faster.
“That’s it,” he says. “You look so fucking good like this. Come on my cock, Braelynn.”
“Someone could walk in,” I manage to say, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“And then they’d see a man with his wife,” he says, gruff and almost impatient. “They’d better see you coming on my cock.”
That pushes me over, and I’m still riding the waves of pleasure when he captures my mouth with his and comes too. It’s a long, pulsing orgasm. When it’s over, Declan drops his head onto my shoulder and kisses up my neck, slow and sensual and a little teasing. “I love you, Braelynn.”
As my heart pounds and the flush comes over me, I know he’s telling me the truth and I respond with every bit of my heart and soul, “I love you too.”
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