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“Say it again.”
“No,” I say, a trill up pleasure racing up my spine as he groans and reaches for my hips. He drags me toward the edge of the desk, grinding his hard cock against my core until I pant, “I won’t ever give into you that easily, Vittatoe. It’s what makes this fun.”
“I hope,” he says as he frees his hands from my hips and starts working the buttons of my shirt loose. He kisses a trail from my neck to my breasts, pausing to lavish my nipples with attention. His eager tongue draws a moan out of my mouth that’s so loud I’m positive the cooks can hear it. I shove my knuckles in my mouth, biting down as he continues, “I really, truly hope that you understand that, while I’ll do everything in my power to give you everything you could ever want and more, I’m certain Santa is going to bring you truckloads of coal this year for how naughty you are.”
I let my fist fall from my mouth, giggling at the light feeling in my chest after living so long with a weight on my heart. Shaking my head, I reach for his buttons too, unwrapping him with haste.
“I’ll just have to work extra hard to stay on your good list then,” I respond.
“Let’s just start with you maybe not setting my pants on fire this year.”
I laugh, full and loud as the overwhelming feeling of love and acceptance slams into me with the force of a winter’s snowstorm.
“Deal.”
Epilogue
Delilah
Six months later…
I glance over my shoulder, swallowing a round of nervous giggles as Finn drags me through the darkened hallway. The low buzz of a chattering crowd at our backs sends a flurry of swirling butterflies through my stomach. I chew my lip.
“Stop overthinking it, baby.”
“Finn, there areso many people here,” I protest as I whip my head around to look at him. I stifle a surprised shriek when he suddenly yanks me forward, pressing me against the wall as he buries his head in my neck. I don’t bother shoving against his chest, knees already weak with the attention he pays to the delicate skin there. “We can’t.”
“We have to,” he murmurs between kisses. I blanch as a breathy moan spills from between my parted lips. “We’ve been so busy with the new house and the opening that we haven’t had time to really…connect.”
God, why does that sound so filthy?
“Okay, but the openingof the restaurant is not the right time, babe. Your entire family is here. And Grandma and Nia are out there with Margaret Gibbs and Nellie Cameron. Also, I’m pretty sure your nemesis Mayor Hayes was just seated with Owen and Brynn. What if we get caught?”
The long-suffering sigh that meets my ears pulls another giggle out of me. Finn drops one last kiss on my collarbone before pulling away enough for me to see the ultra-serious look on his face. The gleam in his eye tells me the billionaire businessman is coming out to play before he even speaks.
“I’ll make you a deal,” he starts as he takes a step back. He catches my wrist in his grip, squeezing gently before slipping his hand into mine and twining our fingers. The serious look on his face gives way to a devilish sort of smirk as he continues, “We slip into the bathroom, take care of business, and we’ll join our families before they realize we’re missing.”
Shaking my head, I laugh as he leads me into one of the private bathrooms, clicking the lock in place as I stride toward the burgundy settee. I run my fingers over the lush fabric as I sit on the edge, my own smile turning devious.
“There wasn’t actually a deal in there, Finn. I think you’re losing your touch.”
“Mmm,” he groans as he quickly closes the distance between us, taking a knee as he reaches for the hem of my long, dark gown. Goosebumps follow the path of his fingers as he drags the dress up, pushing it until it pools around my waist on the velvet settee. He runs his knuckles along the inside of my thighs as I spread my legs for him. “What do you know about business, Delilah Cooper?”
I wrap my hand around his forest green tie and drag him toward me, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips before muttering, “We’ve talked about Dolly Dearest—”
Finn jerks away from me, laughing as he shakes his head.
“For the last time,” he says as he reaches for his belt, “we’re not opening a Dolly Parton themed dinner theater.”
“Okay, butyou’rethe one who insists on calling Pine Ridge the Gatlinburg of New York!” I counter, eyes fluttering at the feeling of him reaching for my thong. I bite my lip, swallowing a groan as he slips it to the side and runs his fingers over me, his belt forgotten as he turns his attention toward me.
I push his hands away, leaning forward to hastily loosen his belt and unbutton his pants, eager for the feeling of him. After all this time, despite the silly arguments and disagreements about how we spend our time in Pine Ridge, I can’t get enough of him. I don’t think I ever will—and I’m so fucking okay with that.
Finn tugs himself free of his underwear, shoving my hands aside as he dips his fingers against me once more, coating himself with the moisture he pulls from me.
“It’s not a good investment,” he says as he lines himself up with my entrance, pushing into me with frenzied motions.
I scoot toward the edge of the settee, half collapsing until I’m propped on my elbows and staring as Finn works his hips. Losing myself to the sensation for a moment, I bite my lip and swallow the loud moans that fight their way up my chest. I gasp, jerking when Finn reaches for my clit, rubbing his thumb over it in frantic circles.
