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I refused the unreasonably expensive handbag, telling him I was too worried about carrying it on the subway.

“I’ll be mugged, Finn,” I pointed out.

He frowned and chose a lovely wallet instead, which I accepted, too afraid to see the price tag but knowing it was more than probably my entire closet at home.

It was in the lingerie shop he dragged me into that I lost all control of the situation. He spoke with the manager then left, saying he’d return, and I was measured and given pieces of sexy lace and silk to try on. It frightened me that none of the pieces had a price tag, and when I inquired, I was informed that the lingerie was often a gift to the man more than the woman and that this particular man wanted to spoil himself.

When I came out of the dressing room after choosing three sets, Finn was there, admiring a display. It was a diaphanous camisole, the pale pink of the fabric glimmering in the light. The embroidery was incredible, small flowers, leaves, and vines stitched in creams, golds, and red. It closed at the front with a sexy bow that matched the ones on the underwear. It looked sexy on the form, and I imagined on the right person was even more so. The barely there pieces were exquisite and delicate. I had looked at it, but with the way it was showcased, I’d avoided it as I was certain it was one of the most expensive items in the store.

Finn turned to face me, glancing at the small pile on the counter. “That’s it, mo chroí? Really?”

“Yes,” I said firmly.

He held up a silky robe, the soft fabric moving as he swung it in front of me. “I like this. It is the color of your stunning eyes.”

I tried not to roll those eyes but failed as he chuckled and kissed me. “Indulge me.”

I huffed a defeated sigh.

“Next door is my favorite chocolate shop. Why don’t you go ahead and pick some treats for later?” he said, handing the woman his card. “I’ll be along right away.”

I went next door, inhaling the scent of rich chocolate and caramel. As I perused the cases, I was offered a sample, and I bit into the most decadent caramel I had ever eaten. Finn appeared, bending and claiming the last bite, flashing a mischievous smile at me.

“You found them. Two pounds of those, please,” he instructed the shopgirl. He added a few other types, then instructed them to deliver a box of the caramels to Roisin. He filled out the address and smiled at me. “Her favorite, too.”

I hugged his arm. “She’ll love them.”

We returned to the hotel after Finn bought himself some items. He loved Irish sweaters and ended up with three in various colors. He also purchased some shoes and a few other sundries, once again never glancing at a price tag, simply choosing what he liked.

Back in our room, Finn gathered me in his arms. “Thank you. Even though you didn’t let me spoil you as much as I wanted.”

I shook my head. “You spoiled me plenty.”

He chuckled. “Now, dinner. Do you want to go out or stay in and have dinner by the fire?”

It had become overcast and drizzly. I glanced toward the window then back at him. “By the fire, I think. Just us.”

He kissed my nose. “Perfect. Just us. Now, go pour a bath, and I’ll arrange it. I saw how you looked at the tub earlier.”

“It’s incredible.”

“Great for soaking.” He grinned. “Or other things.”

He strode away, and I felt a shiver run through me.

Other things.

I liked the sound of that.

* * *

The bath was indeed decadent. I had never soaked in a tub while drinking champagne and nibbling rich chocolate fed to me by a sexy Irishman. Or been ravished in said tub. There was no other word to describe what he did. The champagne was poured into my mouth from his. The chocolates shared, the sweetness blending between our mouths as he held his offering in his teeth and invited me closer with a wink and a crook of his finger.

Then he kissed me, the caramel and chocolate flavor still rich on his tongue. He pulled me to his lap, his cock trapped between us, his hands everywhere on my body, touching, teasing, and light. He lifted me over him, and he slid in slowly, somehow the heat of the water making me needier. He gripped my hips as I undulated, the feel of him inside me solid and perfect.

Leaning forward, he captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking, then biting it, making me gasp. He soothed the nip with his tongue, then did the same with my other breast, alternating between them. I rode him, taking him as deep as I could, moving faster as my pleasure began to build.

“You feel so good, Finn,” I whispered. “So good inside me.” I arched my back, letting my head fall back, my hair drifting into the steaming water. He slid his hand down my sternum, teasing my clit in the water, his other hand still gripping my hip, guiding me.