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My whole body careened over the edge, spiraling down into my first orgasm as I screamed his name, all my self-control completely lost. I was losing everything when it came to him. Losing my mind, for sure.

And then his praise came next.

That’s when I knew I was about to lose my heart to him too.

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DECLAN

I couldn’t stop praisingher, couldn’t get a grip on myself tumbling off the cliff into wanting her for myself. Her body flushed against mine, her pussy wept for me, and the whimpers spilled from her lips like I was torturing her with pleasure.

When she screamed my name, I almost lost it.

“Good girl… good fucking girl. So good. See how you ride out that orgasm like you can’t live without it,” I breathed out, lips against her ear, and she bit her lip. I rubbed a hand over her breast, across her pebbled nipple, to watch how her skin quivered. “Look in that mirror. My wife looks beautiful after I play with her pussy, doesn’t she?”

I didn’t give her time to answer. I turned her around toward me, the bar above her twisting with her wrists restrained to it. I gripped the fabric over ass with each of my hands and yanked her against me.

“Careful, Declan,” she panted. “These are my only expensive ones.”

Didn’t she realize I was past being careful? That we’d stepped into dangerous territory a long time ago. I gripped them tighter as I descended on her mouth, devoured those lips, took what I’d wanted since the moment I’d seen her that morning. She met my tongue with as much vigor as I gave.

My hands let go to dive into the fabric and grab her ass, but as I did, I realized the one thing most men must have that day—there was nothing underneath her pants. “Fuck,” I groaned. “Are you trying to drive me insane, Drop? How are you not wearing anything under this to work?”

“Declan, panty lines with yoga pants are—”

I was done. Done with her in these pants, with thinking about Wes’s eyes on her—any guy’s eyes—when she bent over. I gripped the fabric this time and shredded it at the seam.

She gasped out my name.

I wouldn’t apologize other than to kneel down and pull them off her as I dragged my nose across her pussy. “You smell like you wanted your yoga pants off anyway. Or maybe it’s because that fabric was paper thin.”

“They’re supposed to be that way to contour to my body and be breathable, Declan. You ruined them!”

“Good. Don’t wear anything like it again.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Are you going to try to pick my clothes out for me?”

I caught the hitch in her voice as she asked it. Everly enjoyed someone else thinking for her even if she wouldn’t admit it.

“If I need to, I will. Monday’s red, right? This is a partnership, after all. I can’t have you distracting me all day.”

“Not happening,” she breathed out, then whimpered as I rubbed my hand into her slit.

“Do you make the rules here?” She knew better. I’d smacked her ass for that very reason last time. “Or is it that youwantme to punish you tonight too, Drop?”

As I slid one finger in her, I felt how she clenched around me at my words, and I took the opportunity of her gasping at the feeling to slap her ass before gripping her to pull her close enough to my mouth that I could suck on that sensitive clit of hers.

Her hands yanked at the restraints immediately, and she screamed my name again. I pulled one of her thighs up around me and added one more finger for her to ride. I took a moment to pull back and take her in as I told her, “I’m about to have my tongue in your pussy, Drop. I want your legs around me, riding my face, understand?”

“Untie me. I want to touch you, Declan. Please.”

“Love when you beg, baby.” I worked her pussy faster and brushed my thumb over her clit. “It won’t get you what you want, but I still have to tell you.”

She practically started to cry. “Please, please, please.”

“Remember the last time I ate that pussy, Everly?”

She bit her lip and nodded vigorously. “On the hood of your car? I do, and I love running my hands through your hair, Declan.”