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I lock gazes with him, swallowing hard as I come to a decision. “What I want is you in that chair,” I say, gesturing to my right. “You’re going to sit down, and shut up. And I’m going to do things to you that you never even imagined possible.” Finn blinks at me in complete surprise, prompting me to arch a brow at him. “Well, you wanted a makeover, didn’t you?”
He tosses his head back, letting out a bark of laughter. “Well played, Ellie Cat.”
I offer a sly smile and gesture at the chair again. He obliges, striding over to take a seat. But not before tugging his t-shirt off, revealing those rippling abs that are worthy of their own religion.
“Umm…what are you doing?” I ask, somehow managing to avert my gaze from the incredible sight in front of me.
“I like this shirt,” he says with a shrug. “I don’t want to get any makeup on it. That stuff’s hard to get out.”
I cock a skeptical brow at him but decide not to protest. No way am I about to let him know how close I am to snapping and pouncing on him so I can lick my way all over those gorgeous abs. “Fine. Just sit down.”
He sits and I drag over one of the nightstands, propping the makeup case on the surface before opening it up to reveal an impressive array of cosmetics and application tools. “Damn, this is good quality stuff. What do you use to clean your brushes?” I ask in awe, as I examine one of his eye brushes. I can tell it’s been used because the label has worn off a bit, but you’d think it was brand new judging by the tip. “I can never get mine this clean.”
“I’ll send you a link to the stuff I use,” he says. “It was rec’d by a YouTuber I follow.”
I give a wry shake of my head as I continue to examine the contents of Finn’s makeup case. This is a guy who made his living diving into mud to chase after a ball or something like that—I never quite got the gist of rugby—but you wouldn’t know it based off how neat and tidy this case is.
“Okay, let’s do this.” Deciding a little payback is in order, I shuffle up to Finn’s chair and climb onto his lap so I’m straddling him.
“Um…what are you doing?”
“This chair’s too low for me to stand,” I explain. “I need to be able to see your face properly.”
“This feels pretty unnecessary…”
“Trust me, this is how the professionals do it.”
“I very much doubt that,” Finn murmurs, arching a brow at me. “I think you’re trying to seduce me, which means I win.”
“Oh, and having me do your makeup while you sit there shirtlessisn’tan attempt at seduction on your part?” I point out. “You can’t change the rules now just because I’m winning.”
“You’re not winning,” he insists.
“That boner says otherwise,” I taunt.
“You’re sitting on mylap,” he says with an annoyed grunt.
I nod, taking extra care to rock my whole body back and forth with the gesture. “Because you asked me to.”
“I don’t remember doing that.”
I let my hand brush gently over his thigh before leaning down to murmur in his ear, “Just say the word and I can take care of that for you.”
“I’m good,” he croaks out, jaw tight with determination.
I let out a soft chuckle and return my attention to his face and the array of makeup supplies. “Okay, close your eyes,” I instruct, before using a sponge to dab primer over his face, making sure his skin is covered evenly.
“You never told me how you got into this,” I say as I continue with the base.
“Makeup?”
“Yeah.”
“I guess it started with an old girlfriend about…uh…a decade ago?” he says, screwing up his face in thought.
“Relax your face,” I chide, smoothing out the foundation he just messed up.
“Sorry.”
