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Chapter 32

Hannah

My breath catches in my throat and adrenaline courses through me as I stare into Aaron’s eyes. I don’t dare move, not even a single inch, out of fear that he’s going to somehow see Declan with his face trapped between my legs. I want to believe that Declan was right about no one being able to see him from the doorway, but my hammering heart isn’t buying it.

Still, the thrill of almost being caught only intensifies the pleasure coursing through me.

What the hell is my ex doing here anyway?

The thought arcs through my mind like a bolt of lightning. It feels like two worlds colliding—my old life smashing into my new one—and I’m caught right in the middle of it all. Aaron is pretty much the last person I want to see, much less standing in the office doorway where the desk is the only thing stopping him from seeing what Declan is doing to me. What Declan is doing so incredibly well.

Thankfully, Declan heard me say Aaron’s name, so he’s not moving.

Aaron stopped in the doorway when I said his name, and I can’t get up without giving myself away, so I just gesture for him to stay where he is. He shoots me an annoyed look but remains in place, and I feel my heart thudding in my chest. Declan’s tongue remains perfectly still against my most sensitive spot, the heat of his mouth a delicious torture.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, doing my best to keep my voice even and natural sounding, but it still comes out a little shaky. And a little more forceful than it probably should be. But I can’t help it. Not only did he stop by my workplace without warning, he did it just as Declan was about to make me fall apart—and I’m anxious to get back to that.

Whatever he wants, just act normal and get him to leave as soon as possible.

“Do you need something?” I ask, raising my brows. “Because I’m actually finishing up some wo?—”

I break off with a sharp inhale as Declan’s tongue slides against my clit, teasing the piercing and making me flinch as my heart jumps right into my throat. A bolt of pleasure shoots through me, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. It takes everything I have not to let the sensations I’m feeling show on my face or in my body language.

Aaron stares at me quizzically for a moment, but I can’t tell if it’s because he’s trying to decide how to answer my question or if he noticed that something seems off about me. I’m really, really hoping it’s the former.

“I thought I’d find you here,” he says, not really answering my question. Then he sighs and takes a step forward.

I tense up, my heart steadily clawing its way up my throat, thumping hard.

Thump . He’s going to see. Thump . He’s going to tell my parents. Thump . He’s going to ruin everything. Thump . Just like he always does.

“Well, you found me, “ I say, my voice a bit strained and thready as Declan’s tongue drags back through my folds. I can’t see his face, but I can almost guarantee he’s loving every second of toying with me like this. And god help me, part of me likes it too, this dangerous game we’re playing.

I’m not even sure Declan would mind if Aaron figured out what’s going on and saw him with his head between my legs—but luckily, Aaron seems totally oblivious.

My ex sighs and runs a hand over his face. “Look, babe. Maybe I shouldn’t have just shown up like this. But I just haven’t been able to get you out of my head, no matter how hard I try. And I can’t help thinking that’s a sign that I need to give our relationship another chance. That we both need to give it another chance.”

I stare at him, not totally able to process his words—both because they’re so unbelievable and because Declan is flicking his tongue against my clit again. Every time the tip of his tongue dances across my clit, I feel a surge of electricity course through me. My toes curl as I fight back the moan burning in the back of my throat. The contrast between Aaron’s unwanted presence and what Declan is doing beneath the desk is making it hard to focus.

When I don’t say anything after an extended silence, Aaron sighs again and shakes his head.

“I haven’t forgotten what you said the other night when I called, but I still think we should go out again. We had something special, and I know you see it too. Isn’t that worth another chance, just to see? Maybe we can rekindle it.”

Declan stiffens his tongue and presses it inside my pussy just as I open my mouth, freezing the words in place so nothing comes out but a little huff of breath. My walls tighten around his tongue, my body instinctively begging for more. Aaron wrinkles his brows at me, and it takes every ounce of willpower I can muster to keep a reaction from showing on my face. What Declan is doing feels incredible, and if Aaron weren’t in the room right now, I’d probably be crying out his name.

But that can’t happen. Not here, not now. Not in front of my ex, of all people.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I choke out, my voice tight, and Aaron frowns.

“Come on, Hannah, don’t be like that. Don’t you remember all the good times we had together? Like that one time I rented the cabin in the Rockies and we spent all weekend having sex and watching the snow fall?”

I flinch at him invoking the memory. Although Aaron and I had what I thought was an okay relationship at the time, nothing about that weekend compared to even one night with Declan.

The man between my legs must not like hearing about that weekend with my ex either, because as soon as the question leaves Aaron’s mouth, Declan scrapes his teeth across my clit. A shock of pleasure so intense it borders on pain shoots through me, making my thighs tremble.

My nails dig into the edge of the desk, so hard that my knuckles start to turn white. Still, amazingly, Aaron hasn’t noticed anything.

But when a small yelp slips past my lips as Declan starts to trace fast circles around my clit, Aaron looks at me like he thinks I’m losing it. My brain scrambles for an answer that will make any sense but comes up short.

“Sorry. I, uh, smacked my knee on the underside of the desk,” I say lamely, forcing a tight smile as I shift in my seat.

“Oh.” Aaron looks a bit nonplussed. Then he exhales, shaking his head as if I’m being difficult. “Hannah, come on. I know I screwed up, but we were good together. We can be good again if you’d just give me another chance.”

He takes a step closer, his eyes pleading, and then—too bold, too familiar—he moves like he’s going to step around the desk.

A bolt of panic cuts through the pleasure buzzing under my skin.

“Aaron, stop!” I blurt. He freezes, a startled look crossing his face as he takes a step back.

“Listen to me,” I say, steadying myself and squaring my shoulders, even as my entire body thrums with tension. “Getting dinner the other night was a mistake. I shouldn’t have let you think there was a chance to rekindle things. Because we aren’t getting back together. Not now, not ever. No matter how many times you ask me out or plead your case, it’s never going to happen. You need to let it go and move on.”

Aaron blinks at me, seeming stunned. His mouth opens slightly, but no words come out for a second.

“A-are you sure?” he finally mumbles.

Declan answers for me. His mouth closes over my clit, sucking just hard enough to make me hiss out a sharp breath, my fingers tightening around the edges of the desk. The pleasure is blinding, too much and not enough all at once, and if I don’t get Aaron out of here right now, this whole facade is going to fall apart.

And god, I want to come so badly.

I don’t trust myself to speak in response, so I just nod firmly, and Aaron’s expression falters. His lips twitch as if he’s going to say something to try to change my mind, but then he apparently talks himself out of it. Blowing out a breath, he runs a hand through his hair.

“Alright, fine. I get the message. I guess I’ll see you around or whatever,” he mutters and finally turns to leave.

I hold my breath, willing myself to keep it together as an orgasm builds inside me like a balloon ready to burst, and as soon as I hear the yoga studio’s front door swish closed behind Aaron, I let go.

An intense climax barrels through me, stronger than almost any of the ones I’ve had before—and with Declan, that’s saying something. I wilt against the desk, and the computer makes electronic noise of protest as my chest presses against the keyboard, but I don’t care. I’m totally lost as I come hard on Declan’s tongue and face, shaking and shuddering from the force of it. It’s so intense, so perfect, that for a moment I forget my own name.

“That’s my good girl, let it all out,” Declan murmurs, and the vibration of his voice against my pussy only draws out the pleasure. “I’m gonna make you come like he never has and never will.”

“Oh my god,” I moan, writhing against the desk as a fresh wave of sensation courses through me.

Part of me keeps expecting Aaron to walk back through that door in one last desperate attempt to win me back, but I’m so lost in the intense pleasure Declan is giving me that I wouldn’t even care if he did.

I slowly start to come down from the height of it, but Declan doesn’t stop. He just keeps licking and sucking, playing with my piercing as he murmurs words against my soaked pussy that I can’t make out—and that I probably wouldn’t be able to process even if I could. He seems determined to make all thoughts of anything but him fade away, and he’s doing a damn good job of it.

When my breathing finally returns to normal levels, I push myself up off the desk and wheel the chair backward a bit to look down at him.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” I’m breathless, and although my tone sounds slightly accusatory, I’m grinning.

What he just did was incredibly risky, and it could’ve gotten me fired or worse if anyone caught us, but the part of me that loves exploring my wilder side is lit up like a firework right now.

Declan crawls out from under the desk, looking way too proud of himself. His mouth is still wet from my arousal, and something about the sight of it makes me want to kiss him just to see what I taste like on his lips.

He stays on his knees, bringing his face level with mine, and the look in his eyes makes my heart flutter all over again.

“What can I say? I’ve always been good at multitasking,” he says with a wicked grin. “And nothing tastes better than you coming all over my tongue while telling your ex to fuck off.”

A laugh bursts out of me, and he hauls me in for a kiss, swallowing the sound possessively. I grip his shirt, kissing him back, as a realization burns through my veins—for the first time in a very long time, I feel free and happy. Because of Declan.

And I’m finding it harder and harder to keep worrying about whether or not we should be doing this.