Page 23 of His Good Girl

“What? They help cool you off after the post drinking tacos.”

“How are you not three hundred pounds?” he asks, giving me an incredulous look, making me laugh, and earning another grunt from Marcee. A second later, she bolts up out of her chair and runs to the bathroom.

Finn and I grimace as we hear her throwing up while it echoes down the hall. I did drink until I was definitely buzzed, okay, beyond buzzed, but I stopped early so I could keep an eye on Marcee then drank my weight in water. Now that I’m listening to the aftermath of her “letting loose,” I'm definitely glad I did. I pop a grape in my mouth from the fruit bowl and pour a glass of juice.

Marcee doesn’t make an appearance for breakfast, and Finn has to run into town for something after we finish eating, so I find myself wandering the house bored. My car’s still at the club, and I make a mental note to pick it up sometime soon. I walk through the house that is now fully furnished and check out all the rooms. There’s a home gym in the basement along with a theater room. On the main floor, a large office area is tucked away in a quiet corner of the house. A single arched window gives it enough light to feel airy. The centerpiece of the room is a heavy antique-looking desk made of an aged oak. Its surface is worn and smooth like it’s been used for centuries. Everything has its place on the desk, and I smile at the little sticky notes stuck to the edge of the computer screen in Finn's slanted handwriting. The office is nice, but it’s the room that leads off the office that grabs my attention.

I step in and my eyes bug out at the wall-to-wall bookshelves. They are gorgeous, aged walnut that pair beautifully with the oak desk in the next room. I tip my head back to stare at the wood beams that run the length of the room. Two arched windows line the back wall, filling the room with soft sunlight. A brick fireplace at the far end truly makes this room feel like a magical retreat. I could stay here for hours. The largest stretch of shelving has a ladder on an iron rail. Biting my lip, I hop onto it, throwing my head back and laughing from pure joy as I slide across the shelves like Belle. About half of the shelves are full, the rest are empty, just waiting to be filled. I love reading, and now I’m curious about Finn's taste.

I scan a few random shelves and there are classics like Wuthering Heights, The Odyssey, and The Great Gatsby. There’s a small section of adventure novels, and a whole shelf of travel books, but it’s the bottom shelf that grabs my attention. I recognize a few of the authors and grin as I pull out one that I haven’t read yet. I must say, I'm shocked that he has smutty romance novels on his shelf, but as I forgot to bring anything to read, I'm quite happy about the discovery. I walk over to one of the matching forest green overstuffed chairs in the corner of the room and curl up as I open the book.

That’s where Finn finds me a couple hours later. Marcee had finally eaten then went to take a nap, but I'm not complaining about being left alone again. What I am doing is rubbing my thighs together for a little friction and debating taking the book to my room so I can touch myself after reading a particularly erotic scene. I startle when he speaks, not hearing him approach, too engrossed in the erotic words in front of me.

Snapping the book shut, I stammer, “Hm? Did you say something?”

His answering smile has my panties getting even wetter. “I asked what you’re reading?”

I flash the cover at him and his eyebrows shoot up.

“Well, okay, trashy romance for six hundred, huh?” Aw, cute, he makes Jeopardy references too.

Rolling my eyes, I laugh. “Um, seeing as it’s in your library, I don’t think you have any room to be judging.”

He laughs, a deep hearty laugh, his eyes going wide. “What? That was in here?” Finn looks around like he’ll find clues to some mystery.

“Yeah, there’s a whole section of trashy romance books over there.” I point lazily toward the floor, flipping the book open again, ready to get back to it.

“Must be interesting, let me take a look.” He plucks it from my hands, and his eyes skim the page. I smile as his ice-blue eyes grow wide and dart to me.

“Damn, girl. This is filthy.”

I laugh, grabbing it out of his hands. I had just gotten to the part where the MMC sneaks into his love interest's room and starts eating her out while she's asleep so she wakes up mid orgasm. Fuck, just thinking about it makes my pussy tighten. I can feel his eyes on me and I can’t focus on the words on the page. After a few seconds, I finally glance up and nearly come from the look of pure desire on his face. His pupils are blown wide, eyes hooded with lust. He glances over his shoulder then walks up to me, putting a hand on either arm of the chair and crowding into my space as he stares down at me with a smirk.

“Do you like the idea of that, Lex?” His voice is a growly whisper. “You want someone to find you in the night and lick your sweet pussy until you scream?”

“Finn…” His name comes out as a plea. Just when I think he will close the distance and kiss me, Marcee calls out from somewhere in the house.

“Lexie, where are you?” Just like that, the spell is broken. Finn straightens, leaving the room and out the front door without giving me another look. But I fight back a smile when I see him adjusting himself through the window as he walks toward his car.

I don’t know where Finn went after he left the library, but at five he still isn’t back, and as an apology for leaving his kitchen a wreck the night before, Marcee and I decide to make dinner. We choose to make pasta with garlic bread and a large salad. Unfortunately, when we pull out the French bread we found in the pantry, it’s moldy. Plus, no dessert. Finn’s extra cars are all manual, which I can’t drive, so I stay back and prep stuff while Marcee runs into town.

I’m at the sink washing veggies for the salad when Finn comes back home. He’s in dark blue swim trunks and a loose white tank. His hair is mussed and his skin has a sun-kissed glow that makes me want to lick every inch of him. He’s eyeing me in a way that sends heat straight to my pussy and I fight the urge to rub my legs together. I’m barefoot, wearing Daisy Duke cut-off shorts and a red spaghetti strap top. My breasts are perky and I hate bras so I'm going without. You can’t see through my shirt, but you can make out the outline of my piercings, which he just so happens to be looking at.

Blowing out a heavy breath and shaking his head, he comes over to the island where I have ingredients for the salad laid out. “What’s all this?”

I turn back to the sink and grab a cucumber to wash. “Oh, just a little ‘sorry for the mess we left in the kitchen last night.’ I noticed you cleaned it up.” I wince at that last part, wishing I had cleaned up before crashing out on the couch.

“Well, that isn’t necessary, but I appreciate dinner all the same.”

Looking over my shoulder, I smile at him then start stroking the cucumber, slowly twisting my hand as I grip it up and down. Finn smiles at me with a mischievous look in his eyes as he shakes his head.

“Want me to leave you alone with that?” He nods to the vegetable in my hand.

“What do you mean, just washing produce, Finn.” I smile innocently and continue stroking my hand up and down.

“Not buying it, sweetheart. I know what you’re doing, and it won’t work.” He looks around, his voice dropping as he says, “You think me watching you stroke that will make me forget that I'm twice your age, old enough to be your father?”

I set the cucumber aside and dry my hands as I turn around to look at him fully. I can see the outline of his hardening cock from here through those thin swim trunks. Not working my ass, alright Pinocchio, if that’s how you want to play, then game on. I look at it, then meet his eye, lifting an eyebrow at him. “Not working, huh?” Taking slow steps, I start walking toward him. As I approach, I slip the straps of my top down, letting my breasts pop free. His eyes swiftly drop down and he licks his lips as a low hum vibrates in his throat.