Only a taste, she would whisper before getting down on her knees and taking me in her mouth.
It wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. A few slow licks up my shaft. The hollowing of her cheeks as she sucks on my cock until she chokes.
Her moan as I grip onto the back of her head and shove myself down her throat, making her scratch at my thighs for reprieve.
The illusion is shattered as my release hits me. Spots darken my vision, and hot cum shoots out. It splashes against the tile before being washed down the drain. I jerk my cock, taking my anger out on the softening shaft.
My breathing is ragged by the time I’m done. I lay my head against the tile and curse to myself, knowing damn well I will never be satisfied until Iris is mine.
Not even close.
26
IRIS
I t takes three days for the reporter to publish a story about us. I had hoped the results would be promising, but she exceeded my wildest expectations.
“I told you!” I slam my phone against Declan’s desk.
He grabs it and reads over the article outlining how an insider learned about a hidden side of Declan Kane. Turns out, the coldest man in Chicago happens to have a soft spot for one person in the whole world.
Me.
The way the reporter describes our relationship is something out of a movie. Whispered secrets by the candlelight. Stolen glances when one of us was looking the other way. A kiss under the stars, with both of us completely oblivious to the world around us.
He frowns. “That never happened.”
“It’s a gossip column, not the Wall Street Journal. They’re not here to present the facts.”
“It’s a wonder they’re still up and running with that mentality.”
“Because articles like ours already have a million reads and counting. The advertisement money alone must keep them afloat.”
His eyes widen. “A million? It was published an hour ago.”
I grin as I drop into the chair across from him. “I told you it would work.”
“I never doubted you to begin with.” He speaks with such sincerity, my chest twinges with a silent reply.
I deflect with humor. “Liar. You totally did.”
“It’s human nature.”
“No, it’s your nature.”
“It’s gotten me this far.”
“No. That’s all thanks to your last name being on the building,” I tease.
“Our name.”
I roll my eyes. “For now.”
“Quick to get rid of me already, wife?”
Somehow, one word seems to cause a rush of warmth from my head to my toes.
Danger. Red alert. DEFCON five activated.
So I do what I always do when Declan stirs up feelings inside of my chest that have no business being there.
I escape.
Turns out I can only avoid Declan for so long when we live in the same house. It doesn’t take him long to find me, struggling to drain a pot of boiling water with only one hand.
“Are you trying to end up in the emergency room again?”
I’m not given a chance to explain as he swoops in and grabs the pot from me.
He glares. “If you wanted my attention, this isn’t the way to get it.”
My mouth drops open. “I am not trying to get your attention.” On the contrary, I was trying to avoid it at all costs—third-degree burns be damned.
“Then what are you doing?” He drains the pasta without me having to ask.
“Cooking.” I grind my teeth together to prevent myself from saying more.
Why is it when I’m the one who doesn’t want to talk, he can’t seem to help himself? The injustice of this all is not lost on me.
He places the empty pot back on the stove. “I can assure you boiling pasta isn’t cooking.”
“Can you go away please? I’m trying to eat in peace.” Dealing with him at work is one thing, but having him in my space, acting holier than thou, is not how I want to spend my night.
You’re just mad because you like having him around.
He lingers like a shadow as I scoop a large helping of noodles onto my plate.
“You should have asked for my help.”
I bristle. “I don’t need your help.”
“Could have fooled me with the way you were holding onto that handle for dear life.”
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Perhaps there is some riveting documentary about spreadsheets or expense reports you can go fall asleep to?”
He laughs, and it feels like the clouds parted and heaven graced us with a miracle.
Oh, Iris. This is how it all starts.