Chapters (108)
- Dedication
- 1. Declan
- Declan
- 2. Hannah
- Hannah
- 3. Hannah
- Hannah
- 4. Hannah
- Hannah
- 5. Declan
- Declan
- 6. Hannah
- Hannah
- 7. Declan
- Declan
- 8. Declan
- Declan
- 9. Hannah
- Hannah
- 10. Declan
- Declan
- 11. Hannah
- Hannah
- 12. Declan
- Declan
- 13. Hannah
- Hannah
- 14. Declan
- Declan
- 15. Hannah
- Hannah
- 16. Hannah
- Hannah
- 17. Declan
- Declan
- 18. Hannah
- Hannah
- 19. Hannah
- Hannah
- 20. Hannah
- Hannah
- 21. Declan
- Declan
- 22. Hannah
- Hannah
- 23. Declan
- Declan
- 24. Hannah
- Hannah
- 25. Declan
- Declan
- 26. Hannah
- Hannah
- 27. Declan
- Declan
- 28. Hannah
- Hannah
- 29. Declan
- Declan
- 30. Hannah
- Hannah
- 31. Declan
- Declan
- 32. Hannah
- Hannah
- 33. Hannah
- Hannah
- 34. Declan
- Declan
- 35. Hannah
- Hannah
- 36. Declan
- Declan
- 37. Hannah
- Hannah
- 38. Declan
- Declan
- 39. Hannah
- Hannah
- 40. Declan
- Declan
- 41. Hannah
- Hannah
- 42. Declan
- Declan
- 43. Hannah
- Hannah
- 44. Declan
- Declan
- 45. Hannah
- Hannah
- 46. Hannah
- Hannah
- 47. Declan
- Declan
- 48. Hannah
- Hannah
- 49. Declan
- Declan
- 50. Hannah
- Hannah
- 51. Declan
- Declan
- Epilogue
- Hannah
- Epilogue Two
- Grant
- Books by Nikki Lawson
“I mean, I know having my own business would be harder than just teaching classes. But I don’t have the business acumen for it anyway, so it’s a moot point.”
Declan turns away from the stove again, looking at me with a compassionate expression. “I don’t believe that for a second. You’re perfect. You can do anything you put your mind to.”
“Is that one of the lines from your speech?” I tease, and Declan smirks.
“No, but it’s a pretty good one. Maybe I should write that down for later,” he says, his smile widening as he crosses the kitchen to stop at my chair. “But seriously, I mean it. I’ve seen how many people sign up for your classes, so if you really wanted to start your own business, I bet it would do well.”
My insides feel like they’re turning to mush at his words, but I try my best not to let it get to me too much or show on my face. “You know, I could say the same thing about you. You’re just convincing yourself you can’t do something.”
Declan taps my nose with his finger. “Well, would you look at that? Seems like we have yet another thing in common,” he says and leans closer to me, his face hovering just above mine. My heart starts racing in my chest, and when he puts his arms around me to kiss me, I feel the rest of my body catch fire.
The tomatoes sizzle on the stove, almost as loud as the desire sizzling inside me, but even Declan doesn’t seem to care about the food. He spins my chair around until my legs are straddling him, and even though he’s wearing pants again, I can feel how hard he is through them.
And when he abruptly lifts me off the chair into his arms and sets me down on the counter with his cock pressed against my pussy, I realize there’s only one thing that’s going to satisfy my appetite.
Him.
31. Declan
Chapter 31
Declan
Muscles I didn’t even know I had are screaming at me as I try to match Hannah’s impeccable form. But no amount of weightlifting or resistance training in hockey could’ve prepared me for the absolute exhaustion that a strenuous yoga session with her brings.
It’s been a little more challenging than usual to find gaps in our schedules to get together and keep the sessions going, but we’ve been able to slot in a couple over the last week or two.