Page 25 of His Good Girl

“Finn?” Damn, her voice is rough and husky with sleep. I continue to lazily lick her, swirling her clit with my tongue. Her hands reach down to my hair, sinking her grip into it. Fuck, I love how responsive she is.

“It’s not fair that you got a taste earlier and not me, now Daddy’s hungry.” The words feel filthy coming from my mouth, but I like it.

Smiling, she spreads her legs wider. “Then eat up. Let me feel what that mouth can do.”

Fuck, she is fucking perfect. I drop my head, burying my face in her pussy and breathing in deeply before licking her from hole to clit in one long motion. The taste of her explodes on my tongue and I growl possessively. “Lex, baby, you taste so fucking good, so sweet. I could stay here all night licking you.” Her arousal coating my tongue causes me to groan. She presses my face further into her, holding me right where she needs me, chasing her pleasure and driving me mad.

Alexis cries out as I suction onto her clit. I pull off her, my chin already damp from her juices. “Shhh,” I scold, sliding two fingers inside of her, needing to have some part of me in her as I talk. “Lex, you have to be quiet, baby.” She whimpers, biting her lip and I curl my fingers, stroking just a little. Right as I can tell she's about to tumble over the edge, I rip my fingers from her, earning me a frustrated growl that is louder than we can risk. Without thinking, I slap her drenched pussy, the wet smack filling the room. Grabbing a pillow, she yells into it, muffling the sound. Pure satisfaction fills me and a smile takes over my face. That’s my girl.

“Good girl, scream into that pillow, baby. Let me hear how good I make you feel. Just me, those sounds are for me and me alone. Mine.”

Without warning, I reach under her ass, lifting her up and unleash every ounce of pent-up tension on her pussy. Licking and sucking on her until she's panting, chanting, “Yes, Daddy, more, Daddy,” over and over. Shifting, I press two fingers into her again and start the motion that I know drives her wild before sucking her clit into my mouth and lashing it with my tongue in rhythm with my fingers. Within seconds, she's screaming into the pillow and a rush of fluid coats my face. I lap it up like the greedy bastard I am, savoring it all, savoring her. I slow my movements and pull my fingers from her, while I lick her slowly through her orgasm.

When she goes limp, I sit up and look down at her body all blissed out and sexy as hell. I told myself that I just needed a taste, just one taste, then I could walk away.

I’m a fucking liar. I will always crave this woman.

30

ALEXIS

Last night was like nothing I have ever experienced. I still can’t believe it happened. If it weren’t for the faint redness on my thighs from the stubble on his face, I might think I dreamt of it. After giving me a mind-blowing orgasm, Finn crawled up and kissed me for several minutes before going down on me again. He feasted on me like a man possessed and I loved every second of it.

I was sure it would lead to sex, but he just said not tonight, then went back to his room after a few more kisses. I woke up much later than I normally would, but I chalked it up to the lack of sleep. As I head downstairs, I find that I'm nervous about seeing him. It feels like we crossed a line this weekend, and I hope it means he’s ready to give us a try.

Marcee is already up and eating a muffin when I come into the kitchen. I look around but Finn isn’t here. I work my lip, biting it and running my teeth over it as I try to think of a way to ask about him without being obvious.

“Hey, girl.” I want to slap my forehead, who says ‘hey, girl?’ Ugh. Brazening on, I continue without looking at her, “So, what’s the plan for today?”

“I don’t really have any. I stupidly left my summer open so I could spend more time with Tanner. Now that he’s gone, I'm kinda adrift. Dang, I sound pathetic.”

I smile at her sympathetically. “Well, I’m sure your dad won’t mind you staying here as often as you want this summer.” Ooooh, look at me sliding Finn into the conversation, nice and smooth.

“Oh yeah, that’s much better, hiding out at my daddy’s house all summer because a boy dumped me!”

My core tightens, her use of the word daddy summons visions of yesterday. I need to get him alone...with clothes on...to talk. As much as I hate to be that girl, I'm going to be that girl, because I need to know what’s going on between us.

Is it just sex, or the start of something? Gods above, I hope it’s the latter. After feeling his cock and tongue in me, I'm ruined for all other men, I'm sure of it. He just knows how to play my body. Shivers run down my spine. Yeah, today. I will talk to him today.

Marcee gives me a ride to get my car from the club. I decided to head back to our apartment so I can finish packing instead of lingering at Finn’s house all day. We move out in a week and I’m anxious for my own space. Plus, I'm teaching several classes at the gym and even have my first personal trainer session over the summer.

As we make our way there, Marcee points out where her dad’s office is. Apparently, he doesn’t go in a lot but has it in case of a meeting or when he wants to get out of the house. “He left a note saying he would be at the office for a few hours. I’m getting a massage, you sure you don’t want me to call and see if they can fit you in too?”

It’s tempting, but my head is such a mess I just want to be alone to think. “Yeah, I need to get my plans in place for my first session. I’ve been on thin ice since Jax pulled that stunt, so I need to make sure everything goes perfect!”

“I still cannot believe that he did that. I knew he was a douche but now I think you dodged a bullet—that is pretty unhinged.”

I just nod, because what else is there to say? He hasn’t contacted me since that weekend, so I'm hoping he finally gave up. Marcee makes sure I’m in my car and it starts before she pulls away waving. I really hit the jackpot with her. Smiling, I remember her dancing on the table at the club. Look out world, Marcee is breaking out of her shell. It’s funny she's just now hitting her wild girl phase when I'm ready to leave mine behind. Maybe it's better this way. She watched my back while I drank and partied the last few years, now it's my turn. I fully intend to be there for her and make sure she’s safe as she explores new interests.

Pulling out onto the main street, I spy the building Marcee pointed out. Working my lip, I catch it with my teeth, biting just hard enough for the pain to pierce the fog of my thoughts. With a nervous breath, I steel my resolve and head into town instead of out. There is one stop that I need to make before I head back.

I find a spot in the lot behind the massive office complex. Getting out of my car before I lose my nerve, I stand and take in the building. It looks more like a sculpture than a building. Every inch is wrapped in reflective glass, turning it into a giant mirror that catches the sunlight and reflects it along the nearby buildings and rooftops. It's dark, almost black, sleek, modern, and impossible to ignore. The modern edge should feel cold, but somehow, this monolithic tower feels otherworldly and alluring.

I walk in the front doors, reading the list of offices until I spot the one I'm looking for. It's on the twenty-first floor. Finding the elevator, I breathe a sigh of relief when I'm the only one in it. I take the few seconds to compose myself and still the tremors in my hands. I also use the time to check my appearance in the reflective elevator. I bought this dress on a whim last summer, thinking if we had a cookout with Marcee’s family or new friends that it would look sweet, not my usual sexy style. It’s a white eyelet sundress. The straps tie at my shoulders and the skirt flares out slightly with two ruffled layers. It hits mid-thigh, so it’s short enough to show off my legs that I work out almost daily, but not so short as to be scandalous. I opted for more reserved makeup and pulled my hair into a sleek ponytail. I think I definitely pulled off the whole “girl next door” look and I’m getting little butterflies wondering if Finn will like it. Then I want to punch myself in the face.

Who is this girl? When have I ever cared so much about a guy's opinion of my clothes? Of course, seeing as I usually am wearing teeny tiny clothes, most guys have no complaints.

Exiting the elevator, I spot a sign directing me to Finn’s office. I pause at the door, taking a deep cleansing breath. I have literally never asked a guy where things are going before and find it’s a terrifying and slightly humiliating question. Ugh, I hope I don’t come off as needy or desperate, but if there’s a chance this could be something, I don’t want to let my insecurities get in the way.