One Hot Fake

“Marian, is that you?” Declan calls from the back before he emerges seconds later.

My heart swells when I see him, and I feel stupidly happy. He has a wide grin as well as he crosses the floor in large steps. He takes me into his arms and kisses me on the mouth, as lovers do, which I suppose we are.

“You smell good enough to eat,” Declan says, his voice low and sexy.

“Then eat me,” I say without thinking. The words conjure up an image that immediately dampens my panties.

“Easily arranged,” Declan says and breaks away. He strides to the door and turns the key.

My breathing becomes quick and shallow. What is he planning? He walks back to me, a determined look on his face, and bends to slip his hands underneath my hips. Effortlessly, he lifts me.

“Where are we going?” I laugh. I can’t remember the last time anyone carried me. I must have been a little girl.

“A tour of the kitchen,” he said, his voice thick with the suggestion. “It’s almost done, and I’d like your opinion of the counters.”

The laughter dies off in my mouth. We enter a room, but all I can see is the ceiling. Then gently, as if I’m as fragile as grass, he shifts me into an upright position and deposits me on the counter. I place my hands on either side to feel the granite tops.

Declan places his hands on my hips and slowly pushes my skirt higher and higher until my red panties are exposed. His breathing grows heavy as his gaze drops to the swell of my pussy.

His thumbs trace the edges of my panties. The feel of his hands on my skin nearly drives me mad.

“I’ve been dreaming of this all day,” Declan says, his dark gaze on me.

“Of what?” I ask.

“Tasting you,” he says. “When you’re up here, opened up like a flower for me. “

“Oh God,” I say, my insides trembling with need.

He lowers his head and pushes my panties to one side, exposing my pussy. His tongue swipes over my slit, and I let out a cry of both pleasure and agony. I ache so badly that it’s almost like pain.

I never thought a man could arouse such desperate desire in me in a matter of seconds. “More.” My tone is pleading.

He pushes his head deeper and takes all of my pussy into his mouth as though he’s kissing it. Fuck. It’s the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me. A finger slides in, followed by another while Declan’s tongue teases my clit. I raise my hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers.

“Yes, oh yes.” I don’t recognize my voice. A loud groan rises up my throat and fills the whole room.

His tongue flicks my clit, and when it’s too much, I fall back against the wall. I’m so close I feel as if I’m tethering on the edge. His tongue is everywhere. I rock my lips and scream with every touch to my most sensitive bits. I bite down on my lip as an orgasm rocks me over and over again. My body shivers, and I whimper at the strength of emotions that come over me.

Declan swipes my slit one more time as if to clean it up, and he arranges my panties back and pulls down my skirt.

He looks up at me with a grin. “So, what do you think of the granite countertops?”

“I think they’re the best in the market,” I tell him, and he chuckles.

He helps me down, and I don’t fail to notice the tent he’s sporting at the front of his pants.

Chapter 17

Declan

I stir the contents of the pot while Marian dices the tomatoes, and then I wash the lettuce.

“Let me explain what I mean by a buzz. I have a feeling you have no idea what I’m talking about,” she says.

I’m pretty old-fashioned when it comes to social media. As far as I’m concerned, if we make a good product, hire a PR company, people will come, and so far, it has worked in Santa Monica.

“Creating a buzz is creating excitement about something, in this case, the launch of Did you say Pizza?” Marian says.

I love listening to her talk. She’s got a beautiful throaty voice that’s like music to me.

“The launch is a few weeks from now, right?” she asks, and I nod. “The idea is to create something like a countdown. By launch day, everyone is excited about the latest pizza joint on social media. I know you have a PR company, but this is different and long term. Does that make sense?”

“Perfectly,” I say. “But I don’t have time to involve myself in social media.”

“Of course, you don’t. That’s why you’ll need to hire a social media manager,” Marian says.

“Is this the part where you offer to get me one?” I ask and flash her my most winning smile. It works.