Page 57 of Oh, Puck!
"Yeah." I drag a hand down my face, breathless as I release my cock. "That about covers it."
She turns her head, cheek still pressed to the surface, and gives me a dazed, dopey little smile. "You just came on my back."
"Yeah. Um… sorry?"
She laughs, this breathless, helpless thing, andfuck. Will I ever be able to live without that sound again?
"You can't just leave me like this." She wiggles, and I see the mess I've made glistening across her skin. "I have to walk through a public parking lot."
"Relax." I tuck myself away and zip my jeans. "I'll clean you up."
I cross to the corner of her office and spot a box of tissues on a shelf. I yank it toward me—
"Of course it's empty." I shake the box like that's going to magically refill it.
"There's some in my bag," she calls, still draped over the desk like she's lost the ability to stand. "Front pocket, I think. Hurry up, I can feel it moving!"
"Alright, alright."
I skip back and dig through her bag, shoving aside her laptop, a phone charger, three different lip balms, a granola bar—
And then my hand closes around something distinctlynottissues.
I pull it out.
It's a small, hot-pink, very obviously expensive vibrator.
"Josie."
She lifts her head and sees what's dangling from my fingers. Her entire face goes the color of a fire engine.
"Oh my God. Declan!"
"Is this what you use," I say slowly, a grin splitting across my face, "when I'm not around tofinishwhat Colin interrupts?"
"Put thatdown—"
"It's pink." I turn it in the light, delighted. "And here I was thinking you were a team player. This isn't very on brand, Jose."
"Declan Morrison, I swear to God—" She lunges off the desk and immediately remembers her leggings are around her ankles, stumbling, and I catch her, laughing, the vibrator still in one hand.
"You know I'm keeping this too, right?" I say.
"You are absolutelynot."
"Souvenir number two."
"Find the tissues! It's now sliding down my leg!"
I finally locate the travel pack of tissues wedged in the very bottom of her bag, and I set the vibrator down with great ceremony, still grinning. She glares at me the whole time, cheeks burning, as I gently turn her and clean the mess from her back, her ass cheek,andyes, her leg.
I finish wiping her down with a tenderness that surprises us both.
"There," I murmur, tossing the tissues. "Good as new."
She turns in my arms, and for a second we just look at each other, and the look that passes between us isn't banter and it isn't heat.
It's something I don't have a name for. Something I've neverfeltbefore.
