Declan + Coraline by J.J. McAvoy Read Free Book Online Page A

what I desire. You should too. I honestly have no idea why you’re fighting this so hard.”
    She didn’t answer and I hoped it was because she didn’t have an answer.
    “You don’t take rejection well, do you?”
    “No. But you haven’t rejected me. Instead you’ve put me at arm’s length. You pulled me in, fucked me, and pushed me out again. And since I had to hand over eighty million dollars just to see your face again, you could at least take me out to lunch…”
    “Declan—”
    “Don’t think of it as a date, think of it as a client luncheon. I thought you were all prepared to make nice with Kelly Laoghaire ? You almost jumped me when I walked in before you realized who I really was.”
    “Fine. Where would you like to go? And since this is a client luncheon, I’ll pay.”
    “Surprise me, Ms. Wilson.”
    She nodded and reached under her desk for her bag before rising. Following her out. My eyes were glued to her ass, and judging by the way she added a little extra sway to her step told me that she knew it too. She closed her door, spoke to her secretary, and then silently walked to the elevator with me.
    She was so close.
    “Ms. Wilson?”
    We both turned to the black man who was handing an armful of files over to her secretary.
    “Mr. Stevens, meet Declan Callahan, owner of the Laoghaire trust,” she stated.
    His eyes widened and he reached out to shake my hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
    “Likewise.” Not really . I shook his hand.
    “We were just about to head to lunch.”
    I glanced at her. Do not invite him.
    “Really? My schedule—”
    “Mr. Stevens, thank you, but I’m sure I can handle it,” she said with her head held high.
    The elevator doors opened behind us and we stepped in.
    “We’ll talk when you get back,” he said.
    “Of course. Thank you again—”
    I pressed the doors close.
    “Declan.”
    “He has a thing for you.” And I didn’t like it at all.
    “No, he doesn’t.” She shook her head and laughed as if it were impossible.
    She was clueless as to the effect she had on men. Before he realized who I was, he’d looked at me with a mixture of annoyance and jealousy. His eyes were filled with lust the second they’d fallen on her.
    For a split second I thought of them together, and as if to claim her I put my hand on her ass.
    “Declan.”
    “If you don’t like it, then tell me to let go.”
    She didn’t say anything, but glanced up at the cameras instead.
    “Those things don’t have audio,” I replied before I squeezed a handful of her ass, enjoying how firm it felt in my hand.
    “If they weren’t there at all I would push you up against the wall, and kiss from your lips down to your—”
    “D…Declan,” she said softly.
    “Just like that. You would call out my name just like that. There are ninety-eight floors in the building? I wonder if I could make you come before we reached the bottom. Would my hands be enough? Or better yet, my tongue?”
    “Stop it,” she said, and I let go of her ass as I fixed my tie.
    “Why? Is it because you were wondering the same thing ?”
    She didn’t answer. Instead she fixed her skirt. It funny how we both felt the need to fix our clothes even though we hadn’t done anything. Maybe it was because we were already fucking each other in our minds.
    And in my mind, the elevator never reached the bottom.

CORALINE
    “Absolon, nice choice,” he replied as he unfolded his napkin, and one of the waiters, upon noticing, came over and placed a one thousand dollar bottle wine on the ice in front of us before greeting him.
    Damn it. I wanted this to be my moment to show him…to show him that I was a lot classier than a car screw in the park. But he seemed well at home, like he had been to one of the most expensive restaurants in the city so many times it didn’t faze him.
    “Mr. Callahan,” I tried to sound professional even though I kept thinking about how nice it would feel to be on top of him again.