We stay like that for several long moments, my body limp and spent in his arms. What feels like an eternity later, I finally float back down to reality, working hard to catch my breath as I stare into his amber-flecked eyes. He kisses me deeply, his thumb caressing my jaw, before gently pulling out and setting me back on my feet.

“Don’t move. I’ll help you clean up,” he murmurs. But instead of searching for a tissue or something to wipe up the mess, he sinks to his knees.

The sight of him kneeling before me, his hair mussed from my fingers and his eyes dark, makes my stomach do a little flip-flop. He’s so fucking gorgeous—sometimes it’s still hard to believe that he’s mine.

“Hold up your dress,” he instructs, and I do, keeping the fabric bunched around my waist.

Gripping my hips, he leans in and drags his tongue through my folds, gathering the cum leaking out of my pussy on his tongue. The pressure of his tongue feels like fire on my sensitive skin, and when he stands back up and kisses me, letting me taste his cum, a thrill races through me and I melt, shivering. He’s so fucking filthy, and I love that about him.

A devilish smile spreads across his satisfied, flushed face as we separate. “You were right about not being able to be quiet. But I like the idea that anyone walking by could’ve heard us. Now they know you’re mine.”

He kisses me again, but it feels like so much more than a kiss. It’s like he’s sealing something between us, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I lean up into it.

When he steps back, his eyes hold mine for a moment, full of something I can’t quite name. He helps check my dress to make sure nothing’s out of place and adjusts his own clothes, and when we look semi-presentable again, he takes my hand in his.

Opening the door he just had me pressed against, he leads me out of the supply room—but I freeze as soon as I step outside, my heart leaping into my throat.

Aaron is standing right in front of us.

“Oh! Hi, um… uh… ah…” I stammer, caught completely off guard.

Declan chuckles beside me, his thumb stroking reassuringly over my knuckles. “Damn, it sounds like she forgot your name,” he says to Aaron with a smirk. “I guess she was too busy screaming mine to remember yours.”

Aaron’s jaw drops. His face flushes deep red, and his shoulders go tense as his gaze bounces back and forth between me and Declan. Declan just wraps an arm around my waist, seeming completely unfazed by Aaron’s glare.

“Come on, hummingbird. Let’s head back to the party,” he says, guiding me forward.