Chapter 7

chapter

seven

H ours went by in what felt like an instant as Declan and I decorated the gorgeous tree that he cut down. His height certainly came in handy when it was time to add the star to the top. We both decided that it would be best for him to do it after my short ass almost knocked the whole thing over.

The sun has set outside and my body is exhausted after the emotional rollercoaster of a day. But it’s now or never, I decide. We’ve been going back and forth all day, flirting and giving each other little touches, and I find that I’m not patient anymore. Drastic times call for drastic measures.

Thankfully, a cute forest green nightie is rolled up in the basket of emergency supplies that the coven gave us. I gather it up and head over to where Declan is reclined on his elbows lounging among the sea of pillows. The ache between my thighs intensifies as I watch Declan’s bulging muscles shift as he tries to find a comfortable decision. His silky curls have fallen I to his eyes and my fingers are desperate to touch them.

I fake a yawn and stretch my arms over my head. “It’s getting late and I’m so sleepy. I’m going to change into my pajamas and head to bed.”

“Good idea. I’m a bit tired myself, and could use some shut eye. Go change and I’ll get ready when you come back,” he replies, trying to hold back his own yawn.

My plan is perfectly falling into place.

“Sounds good. I’ll just be over there in the stacks. Be right back.” I turn from Declan and do my best sexy saunter over to some bookstacks that give the appearance of me being hidden, but give Declan a great view. Time to see if this troll is truly interested in me or not.

I turn myself around, facing my back to him. Oh, so slowly, I allow the sleeves of my dress to fall off of my shoulders, and watch as the fabric cascades onto the floor. I’m left standing in my delicate lace bra and panties. How can I entice him a bit more?

I run my hands gently up each of my arms before unhooking my bra and allowing it to join my dress on the floor. I wonder if he likes what he’s seeing? It wouldn’t hurt to just take a little peek behind me to look.

Well, fuck. The place where I left him on the pillows is empty, and Declan is nowhere to be seen. I just wasted a hot as hell strip tease on no one. He was literally just there, and I could’ve sworn that I heard his heavy breathing behind me.

Defeated, I throw on the nightie, collect my clothes, and walk over to my office to drop them off. Declan is still nowhere to be found, which seems strange. I turn the corner to my office and notice that the light is turned on and the drapes are closed. Weird. Didn’t I shut the light off? And I can’t remember the last time I closed the drapes.

Reaching for the doorknob to check it out, I stop in my tracks when a deep moan sounds from inside of the room. My entire body freezes as the moan grows louder. Is Declan in my office?

A small gap in the curtains is illuminated, and I carefully move to look inside, heart hammering. My jaw hits the damn floor and all of the breath leaves my lungs when I peek inside.

Declan has his arm braced against the far wall, his jeans loosened around his waist while furiously working his cock with his hand. Looks like my sexy man wasn’t so unaffected after all.

My man. I like the sound of that.

His eyes are squeezed tight as his fist works up and down his impressive length. And it’s impressive . This angle gives me an excellent view of how thick and yummy it is. I absolutely shouldn’t be watching this, but before I can turn away, Declan grunts and my name leaves his lips with such reverence that you’d think he was calling out to a deity.

My entire body ignites and begs for his touch. I’m consumed with the overwhelming need to touch myself to try and get some relief. Look away, Hannah. This is not something that you should be intruding on, but holy shit was it hot. Apparently my little strip tease wasn’t a failure after all.

Coming to my senses, I sprint back to the room where the pillows and blankets are set up. Okay, I can’t make this awkward. I have to just sit down and act casual like I didn't see anything.

Fuck, I’ve never been good at acting.

In a moment of panic, I drop down to the pillows, deciding to lay on my side with my forearm propped up and my head resting in my hand.

Draw me like one of your french girls, Jack.

What the actual fuck am I thinking? Declan’s heavy footsteps draw near and I have barely enough time to scramble to my feet and sit in one of the overstuffed chairs by the window. And since acting has never been a strength of mine, it’s painfully obvious that he’s suspicious of my weird behavior.