For now.
Did I regret it?
No.
Not a chance.
And the night wasn’t over yet.
Sliding a leg over one of Finn’s, I slung my arm over his waist and cuddled close. “How about we go eat that lovely dinner you made, and then go for round two?”
“Yeah, sounds good, I’m starving after that.” He shifted onto his side to face me, wincing a little. “We might have to switch it up though. If you fancy that?”
Oh god.The thought of Finn fucking me made my dick stir to life and my toes curl. “Yeah.” I swallowed when my voice caught. “We can do that.”
He leant in and kissed me, slow and lazy, pushing me onto my back.
Round two looked as though it was coming sooner rather than later. Then my stomach rumbled loud enough to wake the dead.
“Fuck, sorry,” I said, smiling as he laughed at me. “Way to kill the mood.”
“Come on, then.” He rolled off me and sat up. “Let’s go eat before you wake the neighbours.”
I watched as he pulled on his underwear and a T-shirt, then smiled over at me. “I’ll meet you downstairs in a sec.” He disappeared out the door, and I swore I heard him whistling as he walked down the stairs.
Yeah, I was so, so fucked.
Chapter 9
Finn
Jasper was long goneby the time I got up on Thursday morning, and if I was being honest, I was relieved.
Last night had been... amazing.
But also the worst thing we could’ve done.
Maybe?
God, I didn’t know.
I sat at the breakfast bar and cradled my coffee, trying to sort out my feelings. I was glad he hadn’t wanted to do the friends with benefits thing; I couldn’t do that. Not with him living here. And probably not with him in general. I knew I’d end up wanting more.
But then again, wasn’t that what we’d done last night?
My head hurt trying to get it straight in my brain. So I gave up and drank my coffee. I had another meeting over in Swindon this morning, then one in Bath in the afternoon, for which I needed a clear head.
We were both adults. If Jasper could take this in stride and not let it affect our friendship, then I sure as fuck wasn’t going to be the one who couldn’t. There was no use worrying about it now. I’d take my cue from Jasper when he got home from work.
Feelings firmly locked away, I got ready for my day and headed out.
I metChristian for lunch between meetings.
“What’s up with your face?” he asked as soon as he sat down.
Of course I blushed, of fucking course, and Christian knew me far too well to let it go.
He took the pint I slid over to him, but instead of taking a drink, he stared at me, eyes narrowing. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say someone’s filled you with Christmas spirit.”
