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Turns out he is human after all.
I tug him out of his nervous thoughts.
“You look good on your knees, Mr. Kane.”
“Try to not let it get to your head.” The corners of his lips twitch into that usual Declan smile. A flash of a camera goes off, catching the moment.
His hand touches my covered thigh, barely leaving a dent from the layers of material. “This is wrong,” he mutters.
“You’re right. I feel absolutely scandalized,” I speak in an off-key British accent.
His head shakes as a noise that I interpret as a laugh breaks free from him. “You’re so drunk.”
“No. I’m buzzed.”
“What’s the square root of 64?”
“Eight, fuck you very much.”
He shrugs. “Sober enough.”
“For what?”
He doesn’t reply as he lifts the fabric of my dress ever so carefully so no one catches a glimpse of me down there. My lungs squeeze, trying to take in oxygen as Declan disappears under my gown.
“Remember, no hands!” Cal calls out, and the crowd hoots and hollers.Declan pops a blind arm out and flips his middle finger in Cal’s general direction. A few people laugh while others gasp, probably as shocked as me at Declan’s rare display of feelings.
I tune them all out, focusing on the heightened experience. The scrape of Declan’s stubble against my calf. The brush of his hair on the inside of my thighs as he parts them with his head. The feel of his teeth grazing the skin around the garter, accompanied by the press of his soft lips as he clamps down around the frilly piece of lace.
I shiver, and a vibration of his throat tells me Declan noticed andlaughed.
I hate him. I hate my husband so much, he is lucky I don’t choke him with the damn thing once he comes back up for air.
Declan drags the garter belt down my leg. He pulls out from underneath my skirt with the strip of white lace stuck between his teeth.With an angry yank, he tugs the material from his mouth and launches it in the air without sparing it a second glance.
“Enjoy your evening, everyone.” Declan doesn’t bother helping me up from the chair. He swoops me out of the seat and cradles me, full bridal style, adding to the crowd’s excitement.
I tap on his shoulder. “Umm, Declan?”
“What?” His eyes soften.
“You’re supposed to carry me into the house, not out of here.”
He sighs like I’m the biggest inconvenience in the world. “You couldn’t walk a straight line out the door in flats, let alone in those shoes.”
“Hmm.”
His brows pull together. “What?”
“Maybe you care about me after all.”
“That’s the alcohol talking.”
I sigh. “Jose does have a way with words.”
His arms tighten around me. “Who the fuck is Jose?”
I grin into the lapel of his jacket. “Nobody important.”
