Page 28 of A Convenient Secret (Merged #3)

Lily

M y back hits the elevator mirror, Declan’s tongue exploring my mouth while his hands seem to be everywhere at once.

Well, on my ass now as he lifts me. I wrap my legs around him, the skirt tangled between us. We barely talked during the ride from the gala. I was getting worried he was having second thoughts.

By the time we pulled into the underground, I was practically vibrating with need, and a latent fear he may have changed his mind.

Now, I’m wondering if this was also a part of his plan. To rile me up. If history taught us anything, his ignorance is an aphrodisiac for me.

“The things I want to do to you, little Seagull.” He sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin of my neck.

I arch my back, grinding into him. “I can’t wait. ”

“Do you have plans this weekend?” He murmurs against my skin, grazing around my exposed clavicle, licking and nipping around the deep neckline of my dress.

“Why?” I grip his hair like it helps me balance.

His hips pin me against the cold mirror to free his hands. He expertly awakens every cell in my body with his insistent touch.

“Cancel them. I need time with you.” He hits a button, and the elevator jerks and halts as he seizes my lips again, trailing his hand up my thigh.

He squeezes my ass cheek. “I need to use your pussy. To punish it for teasing me all this time. I need you to use my cock, and scream my name until this entire city knows you’re well taken care of. ”

Oh my God. I already deduced that all the words he saves by giving people short answers come to life during sex. But the level of Declan Quinn’s dirty talk catches me off-guard.

His words thrill me and scare me at the same time. Well, not scare, but—

“Declan—” I try to push him, but moving a brick wall would be easier. “Declan.”

He abandons my cleavage and looks up. Fuck, he is breathtaking. His hair in disarray, traces of my lipstick smeared around his lips. But it’s his eyes that squeeze at my heart. The uncensored, inhibited need in them .

“I need to tell you something.” I bite my lower lip. Am I going to kill the mood?

He straightens, lowering his forehead to mine. “Nothing is easy with you, Seagull,” he murmurs—no longer his usual annoyed snap, but rather a sigh of resignation.

“I…I…” I grip his collar. To steady myself, or to prevent him from leaving? I look up and see us in the mirrored ceiling.

What a sight—my legs around his waist, both of us dressed up; we look like we’re from a glamor photoshoot. “I’m all for your plans, but I think… And I hope you won’t change your mind… It’s not a big deal—”

He snatches my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “No blabbering, Seagull.”

“Right. I’ve only been with one man… A boy, back at the end of high school. And we dated only for a few months, so what I’m trying to say… I’m not very experienced.”

Heat burns my cheeks, and I want to look away, because for some reason, my admission embarrasses me. And I don’t want to see his disappointment.

“Fuck, Lily, can you be any more perfect?”

He captures my lips in a bruising kiss like he can’t help himself or hold back anymore.

He lowers me slowly, never disconnecting his lips from mine. When my feet touch the floor, I almost collapse from all the sensations this man is eliciting with his hands, lips, and tongue.

We’re only making out, and I’m already at the brink of an orgasm, so worked up I can’t stand. I reach for the control panel, ready to get the party to the bedroom finally, but Declan snatches my wrist.

“Not yet,” he growls, and drops to his knees.

Before my brain fully reacts to what’s happening, Declan has my dress bunched up at my waist. “Too much fucking fabric. Hold it.”

What the hell is he—? I squeal as he hoists my right leg over his shoulders, practically lifting me effortlessly. I stop breathing when he buries his nose between my legs, taking a long, languid inhale.

“Fuuuck,” he utters reverently, while I regret not having a shower at Celeste’s.

“We don’t have—”

“Relax, baby, I need to taste this pussy now. I have been waiting for months. Hold on.”

Months? But I don’t have time to contemplate that because he lets go of my behind, expecting me to… well, hold on.

I balance on one foot as this large man grips the crotch panel of my panties and yanks. The fabric snaps.

“Have you just ripped off my underwear?” I don’t know if I should berate him or reward him. Again, not even second base yet, and I’m about to come.

He doesn’t bother to heed my question and spreads my folds, humming with appreciation.

It only takes me half a second to throw away my inhibition as he swipes his tongue slowly, circling at my entrance and back to my clit.

The moan that rips out of me is animalistic, coming from somewhere deep where my desire has been hibernating without my even knowing.

“Atta girl, give me all your sounds.”

Declan sucks and licks, testing my reactions and getting to know my body better than I do. And like a good girl, I give him all the sounds.

Not that I have a choice; they spill out of me freely as this man eats me like I’m the only meal he’s ever had.

I lose myself completely under his expert ministrations, thrashing and gripping his hair, pushing him away and closer at the same time. Not that I could move the man, but the assault of sensations is too much.

My orgasm comes so suddenly, I scream and cry and laugh at the same time. “Declan.” I clamp my thighs so tight, I may give him a headache.

He doesn’t let up, and continues swirling his tongue, prolonging my pleasure. When he slides my leg slowly to the ground, I’m sure I’m going to pass out.

He stands up and scoops me into his arms in one swift move, seemingly unaffected by what has happened. Bar the steel rod poking into me.

Spent and dazed, I lower my head to his chest. He shifts a bit and pushes the button. The elevator hums to life, and we ride up.

“That was…” I sigh, contentment spreading through me.

“First thing on the agenda. I’ve been fantasizing about your taste for way too long. I might need another taste as soon as we’re up.”

As the hormones settle, a blush creeps into my cheeks. “Maybe I should shower first.”

He glowers. “You, little Seagull, taste like heaven.”

I roll my eyes. “What’s next? Poetry? Who even are you?”

His expression shifts, turning serious. “Your husband.”

The flickering lights of the city are mesmerizing tonight. The door to the terrace clicks, and I turn.

Declan, who has shed his jacket and bow tie, saunters in with a glass of whiskey. It’s a hot night, but the breeze is refreshing, giving me a needed break before Declan moves to whatever is next on that agenda of his.

As if he knew I needed a breather, he carried me out here as soon as we stepped out of the elevator. I ride that thing with the kids… Jesus, my face will be permanently red.

He puts the glass on a small table, crooks his finger, and beckons me to him.

“The dress needs to go,” he orders.

“You want me to take it off here?”

“I can do it for you. You can’t be cold.”

“I’m not… and I know we’re very high, but what if someone hears us?”

“That’s the point, Seagull; shrill away.” He winks. He fucking winks.

A playful Declan. I won’t survive tonight.

I stop in front of him, and he reaches for the zipper on my side. How does he even know where the zipper is?

I realize this man is probably a few steps ahead of me. And always will be. It’s a threatening concept for someone who is trying to outrun her past.

He turned on all the lights here, the faux candles flickering in the dark. He whips me around, my back to his chest. Slipping his hand through my neckline, he grazes my nipple and then cups my breast almost painfully .

With the other arm on my waist, I’m completely trapped in his embrace. He lets out a groan as he brushes his thumb over my very alert nipple.

“I need to fuck these tits.” He nips at my earlobe.

The combination of his words, his voice, and his breath sends a shiver down my spine. Who am I kidding? I’ve been trembling since he stepped behind me at the gala.

“You need to fuck, period. This situation has to be painful.” Sliding my hand behind me, I cup his erection and revel in his groan as he lowers his head on my shoulder, barely hanging onto his control.

“Anything to do with you has been painful.” He plays mindlessly with my nipple, but lets go of my waist and covers my hand over his erection. “Agonizingly unraveling. You make me weak, and I don’t even fight it anymore, little Seagull.”

I rest my head on his shoulder. “You didn’t even know I existed a few weeks back.”

He chuckles and twirls me around, locking his eyes with mine. “Have you ever checked the log at work? I’ve been paying a retainer at Summit Solutions for years, but the frequency of my calls increased at one point. Ask me when.”

His words give my heart rate a jolt, but I don’t let it bloom. “When your wife left and you needed more help? ”

“Ask me when, Lily,” he growls.

“When?”

“When you first answered the fucking phone. It was your voice.”

The flickering lights, the city’s murmur, the summer heat and humidity, it all fades away. My heart, my mind, my soul zoom in on this moment, on his words.

My voice?

I grip his shirt and pull him to me, fusing my lips with his in a desperate kiss, trying to comprehend his declaration and erase it at the same time, the rolling feelings almost too overwhelming.

Declan holds me close, moaning into my mouth. Our bodies flush, I still feel like I’m not close enough, clawing at him, desperate for more. For closer. For deeper.

He slides the sleeves of my dress down while he kisses me. His hand falters as it grazes the skin under my elbow.

The uneven skin, a patchwork of raised and smooth textures, where the burn once seared deep. He pulls away, the dress pooling at my waist.