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She moaned softly when his hands slid up her sides and cupped her breasts. Despite the distracting way he rubbed her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra, she managed to maneuver him toward the couch and push him so that he dropped to the black leather. When he gazed up at her his gray eyes burned with lust.
Moving forward, she stopped at the edge of the couch instead of following him down on to it. The inside of her thigh brushed against his knee and she shivered before she leaned down and kissed him.
Finn’s kisses were enough to send a woman headfirst into an orgasm. Of course, she’d known that, known they were as effective as any drug she’d tried to get off the streets. And like an addict, she would come back no matter how bad for her it was.
He grabbed her thigh and her knee sank into the couch beside his hip. She braced herself with her hands on his broad shoulders, before she slid them down to the top button of his shirt. As she released the button, she pressed a kiss to the skin she revealed before she made her way to the next and the next, peppering his chest with kisses and soft nibbles. When she revealed the familiar compass tattooed above his heart, she bent and kissed the design, tracing the points with her tongue. Another curse slipped past his lips before he fisted his hand in her wig.
His head fell back to the cushions behind him and he groaned. “Gretchen.”
She froze. Had he said her name?
Shit.Even if he’d figured out she wore a wig it shouldn’t have been enough for him to realize who she was.
Gretchen dared to lift her head to look up at him. He met her gaze briefly before averting his eyes. Oh. He’d said her name alright, but he still had no idea of her identity. She pressed a kiss to his abdomen to keep her grin at bay. His hands fisted in the leather of the couch as he lifted his hips to press against her breasts.
When she was sure he was about to lose his mind, she pulled away and stood. They needed to get down to business before he discovered her ruse. With her gaze locked with his, she reached behind and unclasped her bra, letting the fabric slide away. She dropped it to the floor and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her boy-shorts.
Finn wouldn’t look at her face as she slid the black lace away, but she could feel his attention brushing over her body like a thousand fingers
“Who is she?” She turned and strolled, naked, to the bowl of condoms. Selecting a foil package, she turned back to him, studying him as she tore the package with her teeth.
His eyes were defiant now and a muscle in his jaw ticked. Gretchen smirked and walked back to the couch. She bent over and placed a kiss on his crown, before she rolled the latex over his impressive length. “Who are you seeing while I touch you?”
He still refused to meet her eyes.
She straddled his hips, nudging his member with her slick opening until he finally met her gaze.
“Tell me,” she urged before she slowly sank down onto him. As he filled her, stretching her farther than she’d ever been stretched before, she let her head fall back. “My God.”
She moaned and gripped his shoulders, lifting and then lowering herself on him again.
He jerked her close, and his fingers dug into her back, crushing her breasts against his hard chest. He murmured against her shoulder as he gripped her.
“Say it,” she urged as she picked up her pace, riding him harder and faster toward a shared end.
Instead of answering, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, holding back the name on the tip of his talented tongue.
“Say my name, Finn,” she whispered in his ear.
Chapter 4
Finn jerked away and raised his head to glare at the woman on his lap.No. He’d heard her wrong. She hadn’t called him Finn. No one here knew his real name. Especially not some random dancer. She couldn’t.
“It’s okay.” She rocked her hips and brought her face close to his. “I was thinking about you too, Finn.”
He ripped the mask from her face. “Gre . . . Gretchen?”
He’d officially lost his fucking mind. His level of obsession where Gretchen Christensen was concerned had reached a scary level of hallucinations. Of course, she wasn’t Gretchen. She was Lilah. Gretchen would never be here, in his club, dancing, stripping, fucking him. Yet . . .
Before he could continue to question his sanity, she pressed her breasts against his chest and rocked forward. Beneath her cheap perfume he again detected the scent of warm sunshine, the same scent he’d always associated with the woman he wanted and shouldn’t have. She circled her hips and her lips curved in a familiar smile that had haunted him for over a decade. He lifted his gaze, daring to meet her stare, and although the woman’s eyes weren’t green like Gretchen’s, they danced with her signature mirth.
He jerked her against him and crushed her mouth to his.Fuck it.If he’d lost his mind so be it, he’d surrender to the insanity and enjoy every damn minute of it. He rose from the couch still buried inside her with her legs wrapped around his hips. Carrying her to the bed, he laid her on her back, never losing their intimate contact. Coming down over her, Finn stared at her with a new admiration.
“Gretchen?” He questioned once more.
Her eyes softened, a slow smile transforming her features into the woman who’d haunted his fantasies for years. She reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair before nodding.
“Fuck. Gretchen,” he growled. A renewed wave of lust wracking his body.
