“No idea. We never got to talk about it. She had a few drinks, and then we had sex. That was a Saturday night. We spent Sunday morning in this suite, then I flew back to the UK that same night.” He shook his head. “I swear, we wore a condom every time.”
“Obviously, one didn’t work.”
“Right.” He peeked at me with a boyish look in his eyes. “You’re okay with all this?”
“I think so.” I shrugged.
Yeah, the sex club, Harper, and the baby were a lot to take in. But in the past few weeks, I’d gotten to know a different side of Declan. He was funny and kind. And he loved Joey. How it all got started didn’t matter. I wasn’t one to judge. Someone like him, with the weight of the world on his shoulders, would need some sort of outlet.
“How often do you come here?”
“On previous trips? Almost nightly.” He sat on the sofa armrest.
“Oh.”
“Like I said, it isn’t always about sex or kink. Sometimes I just need a place where I can be left alone. Surrounded by people but alone. If that makes any sense?” He chuckled.
“It does.”
My chest tightened, and I thought of all the times I had spent scouring the internet for new images of Declan. Maybe I wasn’t the one taking the pictures of him, but I was certainly creating a demand for all things Declan Winston Noble.
“Should we go out there and look for her?” I had no idea what she looked like, but it felt like the right thing to say. Being here with Declan was doing things to me. I couldn’t stop undressing him in my head.
“She knows where to find me.” He lifted his eyes to meet mine.
His intense look imprinted a new image in my head. Suddenly, I couldn’t stop thinking about having sex where everyone could see us. He shifted his gaze toward the tall windows and smiled. Colorful lights flashed upward from the main floor and danced on the ceiling and walls as the DJ mix thumped under our feet.
The music was a slow and sexy beat. If I was being honest, the orgy, the nude people, and the overall vibe of the club was a huge turn-on for me. Even now, safely tucked away in this room, I could feel the pull of it. My body tingled everywhere—my skin felt extra sensitive to Declan’s warmth and even the way the fabric of my dress rubbed againstme.
He pulled me toward him until I was wedged between his thighs. “I wanted you to see this place, show you where I’ve been, how I choose to spend my time. Are you spooked yet?”
“No,” I said honestly.
Declan was known as the playboy billionaire who didn’t believe in relationships. More specifically, he wasn’t interested in them. My heart melted at the idea that he was trying to make a connection with me—an invitation to share the space he protected so fiercely from the tabloids.
“The club is doing it for you, isn’t it?” A smirk pulled on his lips. He slipped his hands under my skirt and slid them all the way up to the apex of my legs.
“Maybe just a little bit.” I released a breath, leaning on him for support.
“This is the same dress you wore before when you climbed in the back seat of my car.” He gripped my waist and sucked along the cord of my neck. “That night you flashed me your pretty ass. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
“This is not why we came here.” I halfheartedly pushed on his shoulders.
“Are you sure?” He cupped my butt cheeks while his mouth roamed from one breast to the other.
That was a loaded question because when it came to Declan, I wasn’t sure of anything. When I shook my head, his mouth crushed into mine. I was so addicted to his kiss, his hands on me, his body heat.
“Declan,” a female voice called from behind me. “You look exactly how I remembered you.”
“Bloody hell.” Declan slowly released me from his arms. “Hello, Harper.”
Harper strode toward us until she was facing the two of us. “I want Joey back.”
19
IT'S NOT GOOD-BYE
Declan
