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Hi everyone,
It's Owen, and I have so much to share with you. I can't possibly divulge it all in this one post, so I'll make subsequent ones that you can read to catch up on what's going on in my life. If you have even the slightest clue about Declan Moore, then you know that's a lot. I swear that man spoils me more than any one person deserves, but I've stopped arguing about it.
Mostly.
I've worked my ass off for most of my life taking care of my kids, and to now have anything I want at my fingertips takes a while to get accustomed to. I can't even admire anything for too long or he automatically thinks it's his duty to buy it for me. My kids tease me about how much Declan dotes on me, that he's my sugar daddy, but I know they're happy for us.
I'm really writing this to share our latest adventure with you. Declan bought a fuckin' yacht. I'll be honest, when he first told me, I wasn't too excited about it. I'd never been on one before, and it's not something that's ever crossed my mind. Until he brought me to get my first look at OUR yacht. He named it My Fair Owen. Isn't that sweet?
I recently finished my next book, and Dec thought I needed a break, so he insisted that I leave my laptop and all work behind. Oscar stayed with our two dogs since he's nursing a heartbreak. I swear that boy needs to find someone to channel all that energy he has. He's in and out of relationships so often.
Anyway, we took the yacht out for a week. We had a private chef on board too, but otherwise, we were in a world of our own. At first, I worried so much about not writing, but Declan distracted me. Oh my god, he found ways to distract me, then he insisted that I had to show Daddy how grateful I was. And you know I am up for the challenge so I showed him.
Let's just say I was extremely grateful to him.
The one thing I could have done without was our chef walking in on Declan fucking me on top of the table. I don't care what Declan says, I'm blaming him for that one. We were between courses and waiting to be served dessert on the deck when he decided he wanted a different kind of dessert. To give the chef props, he didn't even blink an eye. He placed that cake right beside me on the table and told us 'bon appetit'.
By the time we were finished, we didn't need the cake to get our fill, but we ate it anyway. I never knew at my age I was capable of coming twice in a night, but I really had no choice with Declan eating Swiss Meringue buttercream from you-know-where.
For all my bragging, I was quite done for the next day, haha! Thankfully, Declan was there to baby me until I could function again. The body's not what it once was, but we still take great pleasure in each other. Declan swears I get sexier as time passes by. I see the love in his eyes, and I believe him. There's no fear in what the future holds with him...just pure acceptance of the love we have for each other.
You can find pictures of our yacht experience below!
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