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Declan
Saturday night, I end the call with Hunter and feel surprisingly good about the conversation we just had. Annabelle was right. I needed to take control of the PR situation and own it. I’ve never let anything own me before, but that was exactly what I was doing with Scarlet and the media. On the plane to Dallas, I looked over the folders Hunter had been shoving down my throat for weeks. I picked two of the five sponsorship deals that were on the table and told Hunter precisely what I was willing and not willing to do promotionally for both companies. If they want me bad enough, they’ll agree to my terms. I also picked two of the interviews Scarlet had on the list and told him to get a list of questions ahead of time.
It’s time for me to control the damn narrative.
I climb into bed in my hotel room at nine o’clock and grab my phone.
Declan:I took your advice today.
I see the little dots stop and start a few times before Annabelle’s response comes through.
Annabelle:What advice?
Declan:To take control of the PR situation. It was good advice. Thanks for the push.
Again with those damn dots before her response pops up and my phone rings.
Annabelle:Glad I could be helpful.
I’m surprised when a picture of her appears on my screen. She’s FaceTiming me. “Hey, friend.” Holy shit! Annabelle’s soaking in a tub, surrounded by candles. Her damp hair is thrown on top of her head, and her cheeks are flushed a deep red.
“Shit, Dec.” She looks totally shocked to see me. “I didn’t mean to hit the FaceTime button.” I watch her angle the phone so I can only see her face. Damn. If she could just angle it a little lower.
“You sure about that, Belles?” I groan and adjust my dick.
“Declan...”
“Friends don’t FaceTime each other naked, Belles. You’re looking kinda warm there. You feeling okay?” I love torturing this woman. It’s so much fun.
She blows her hair out of her face, and the angle of the phone slips slightly. “I didn’t mean to!”
“Okay. I believe you.” This little tease licks her lips, and images flash through my mind of what she can do with that damn tongue. My voice drops low, demanding, “So, what are you doing in that tub, Annabelle?”
She sighs a soft sigh. “I was trying to relax before you texted.” Her voice is as soft as her sigh and so fucking sexy.
“Were you touching yourself, Annabelle?” The twin patches of red on her cheeks are all the answer I need. I push harder. “Were you thinking about last weekend, Belle? I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve gotten myself off this week, thinking about your pretty pussy.” I grip my cock and squeeze.
Her rapid breathing increases.
“Tell me, Belle. Tell me what you were thinking about.”
Belle bites down on her lower lip, and another sigh carries through the phone. “Declan...” she groans in a mix between a beg and a denial.
“Tell me, Belle.” The words are being ripped from me. I’m trying to keep it together, but God, I want this woman.
“I had to order a new vibrator this week. I haven’t been able to get myself off since our night together.” Her voice is pleading. “I’ve tried so hard. But my body is a bitch, and nothing is working.”
“Remember what it felt like when I ate your pussy, Belle? Remember how hard you came that first time? Remember how you tried to push me away after your first orgasm in my apartment, but I just kept licking your clit until you came again?” There’s no way she can’t tell I’m jerking my cock now. Just picturing her from last week gets me off these days.
“Keep going,” she pleads.
“Remember what it felt like when you sank down on my dick in the limo? Your tight fucking heat was the hottest thing I’ve ever felt, Belle. Or fuck, when we finally made it to the bed, when I had you under me?”
“Yes,” she keens. “I’ll never forget what it felt like,” she says, her voice trembling. Our heavy breathing blends together.
“You ready to come for me, baby? I wish I were there to make you come with my mouth. My hands. My cock.” Her head lolls back against the tub, and her eyes close as she moans, and I come long and hard.
When she opens her eyes, I’m expecting to see her blissed-out, but instead, she looks worried. “What the fuck? Dec, I’ll call you back. The Kroydon Hills Police Department is calling me.”
