My Runaway Groom's Billionaire Cousin
Chapter 8
The gala was a blur of flashes and fake smiles. But they won. They dominated the room.
They got back to the penthouse at midnight. They were both a little tipsy on champagne and adrenaline.
Blaire went into the bathroom to change.
She reached behind her to unzip the dress. It was stuck.
She tugged. Nothing. The fabric was caught in the teeth.
"Ugh," she groaned. She twisted, trying to get a better angle. She pulled harder.
Rip.
"Damn it!"
"Need help?"
Blaire jumped. Declan was leaning against the doorframe. His tie was undone, hanging loose around his neck.
"It's stuck," she admitted, her face heating up.
"Turn around."
She hesitated. Then she turned her back to him.
She felt his hands on her bare skin. His fingers were hot. He brushed her hair aside, exposing her neck.
"Hold still," he murmured.
He worked on the zipper. His knuckles grazed her spine, sending shivers down her legs. He was taking his time. Too much time.
"Declan," she breathed.
"Got it."
The zipper hissed down. The dress loosened, pooling around her waist.
She caught it before it fell completely. She looked in the mirror.
Declan was standing right behind her. He was looking at her reflection. His eyes were dark, hungry.
"You were dangerous tonight," he said. "The way you looked at those investors... you have teeth, Blaire."
"I learned from the best," she whispered.
He placed his hands on her waist. His thumbs rubbed against her skin.
"Did you?"
He leaned down and kissed the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.
Her knees gave out. She gripped the edge of the marble sink to stay upright.
"Declan, we shouldn't..."
He spun her around. He lifted her effortlessly and sat her on the edge of the vanity. Her legs dangled open. He stepped between them instantly.
"Why not?" he challenged. "We're married. You hate Jeffery. I want you. What's the problem?"
"It's... complicated."
"It's simple."
He cupped her face. "I've wanted you for two years, Blaire. Since the moment I saw you at that merger meeting."
Her eyes widened. "Two years? But... I was with Jeffery."
"I know," he growled. "And I hated every second of it."
He kissed her.
This wasn't like the church. This was desperate. Raw.
She tasted the scotch on his tongue. She felt the desperation in his grip.
Her hands found his hair. She pulled him closer. The dress slid further down.
She forgot about the contract. She forgot about the business deal.
She just wanted to feel something other than pain. And Declan... Declan felt like fire.
"Say yes," he groaned against her lips. "Blaire, say yes."
She looked at him. She saw the need in his eyes.
"Yes," she whispered.
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