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“You really are good with people,” she told Finn. It came naturally to him. He had a knack for knowing exactly what to say. Exactly what to do. Not just with her.
He had a skill for directing people onto the right path. She knew deep down it had been his own way of trying to attract a family to adopt him—one that would see he was a good little boy who always did the right thing. And living with his three brothers, someone had to counter the little devil that had always seemed to sit atop all their shoulders…and the job had always fallen to Finn.
“It was great to see David again,” he said, squeezing back into the circular booth. “He’s a great testament to all of the kids who enter the program. How they take advantage of every opportunity given them.”
“I think you don’t give yourself enough credit,” she told him with a smile.
“Is that so?” Vibrations began between her legs. “And you’re the expert?”
She sat back against the fabric-covered booth and moaned softly, letting the wondrous sensation take over her body. As much as she’d like to make him believe how wonderful he was, he had managed to distract her with a single click of a button. “When are we going back to the room?”
He laughed. “Are you sure you’re up for that?” He increased the speed of the vibrator.
She nodded, stifling a louder moan. “Oh, yes.”
“We’ll see about that.” His hand clamped onto her knee and traveled north, his fingers tickling the inside of her thigh. “You still have to survive dessert.”
When the mousse had been eaten, the wine had been drunk, and a second orgasm had been ripped from her body, he ushered them into their room and immediately directed her to the king-sized bed.
“Take everything off except for those panties and lie down on the middle of the bed.”
She settled on the cool white duvet, and the memory-foam mattress conformed to the curves and weight of her body. She stretched and purred, luxuriating in the comfort, but was brought back to reality when his raspy voice directed her once again. “Arms and legs spread wide.”
She was getting good at obeying. Something she had learned early on to disregard if she wanted to hold her own with Mark and his friends.
The room she had booked for them was average. Not one of the posh suites Finn was probably used to staying in, but it was still pretty. With white walls and dark wood floors, their room in the old inn had been modernized but still felt special. Or maybe it was just that she was here with Finn.
He rooted around his duffel bag and pulled out a jumble of black silk. When he shook out the knot, she realized what he had packed. They were long ties.
“You came prepared.”
Still fully clothed, he approached the bed. He separated one tie from the pile and let the remaining ones fall to the duvet between her legs. He didn’t speak one word.
The cool silk wrapped around her leg and he slid it up and down her calf, teasing, torturing, making her wish it was his hand instead of a lifeless piece of fabric. He secured the band around her ankle, wrapping it around more times than necessary, and tied it to the footboard. He did the same with her other leg.
With every swipe of the silk and light touch of his fingers, her breath quickened, until she was panting, her chest heaving, her body arching off the bed.
He came around to one side and tickled her arm, distracting her from the fact that he had just fastened it to the headboard.
One last tie remained. He straddled her body, his hard length rubbing against her stomach. He kissed her cheeks, then her jawline, finally finding her lips as he brushed his mouth over hers in slow, sensual movements, his pelvis grinding against her body in the same rhythm.
Her arms jerked at the ties. She wanted desperately to put her hands on his hard body. Whatever he had in store for her, whatever he had up his sleeve, was going to be pure torture.
His mouth curved with a devious grin, and he whispered, “I think I’m going to like this.” He pulled at one of the ties fastened to her arm.
Her heart beat fast against her chest. “That’s because you enjoy torturing me.”
“Always have, always will, little one.”
Instead of the usual annoyance that took over her body whenever he called her ‘little one,” she laughed. “I’m really glad that after all these years I can confirm I’m the only little one in the room.” She jerked up her pelvis, bumping his erection into her body.
“Is that so? And exactly how big did you picture my cock all those times you touched yourself?”
His hands skimmed down her arms to her sides, his fingertips smoothing over each rib until he gripped the top of her black panties.
“It was bigger.”
