Coffee and Temptation

Declan

I stepped back from Avery, her legs still dangling off my kitchen counter, the silk robe barely covering what I'd thoroughly explored last night. The sight of her there, disheveled and marked by my attention, tested my self-control.

"Dec! Where are you, man?" Damian's voice boomed through the speaker.

I ran a hand through my hair, pacing toward the living room. "At home. What do you want?"