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“Clearly,” Shay says with a wry smirk.
I take a moment to push my embarrassment—and the disappointment that Finn and I will have to delay plans for sex yet again—aside, and manage to enjoy a lovely evening with Finn’s family. Because of my long friendship with Aidan, I’ve known the Kellys for years, but that didn’t necessarily mean they’d just automatically accept me as Finn’s girlfriend. Or, at least, I didn’t think it did. But apparently, I had nothing to worry about…
“I like you two together,” Melinda says with a nod, waving her glass of Chardonnay around. “You suit each other.”
I smile, feeling incredibly touched by her words. “Thanks.”
“But what are you going to do about the whole distance situation?” she asks, a curious frown in place. “Clearly you don’t like being apart from each other…”
I let out a soft sigh, shaking my head. “No, it really sucks. We’ll obviously have to figure something out, but I don’t know what. I can’t really see Finn leaving here, can you?”
She offers me a wry smile. “Doubtful. But maybe you could move here?”
I shrug. “Maybe. It’d make work a little more complicated though.” The thing is, when you’re the co-host and co-producer of a travel show, a big part of your job is…you know,traveling.New York is just way easier to fly in and out from than Hartford, which is the closest city to where we are now. But it wouldn’t be impossible; and what’s a little inconvenience if it meant being closer to Finn?
Of course, the other thing to consider is Nate…I told him I always wanted him around, but would he want to stick around if it meant living in suburban Connecticut? What if my decision to move sent him running back to our parents?
I give a sharp shake of my head and toss back a sip of champagne. I’m being ridiculous. This is all completely hypothetical. Finn and I have been together a matter of weeks and we haven’t even discussed living arrangements yet.
One thing at a time, Ellie.
I knewthe sight of Finn handcuffed to the bed and wearing nothing but makeup, heels, and sexy lingerie would be hot. But I’m not sure I could have ever anticipated it would bethishot.
“Hold still,” I tell him. “I need to get a photo of this.”
He offers a wry quirk of his lips. “Where am I going to go?”
Good point. Clearly, all my brain cells have died.
I retrieve my phone from the dresser and snap a few photos, surprised the device doesn’t burst into flames as it captures Finn’s smoldering eyes and sexy pout. “God, you could be a model,” I muse as I flick through the photos I’ve just taken.
“Flatterer.”
“I’m serious,” I insist. “Do you even realize how hot you look right now?” I scan my eyes over him again, shuddering with anticipation. He’s wearing pretty much all black: a lacy black crop top, frilly black garter belt with little red bows, sheet black pantyhose, and gleaming black pumps. And then there’s the thong—bright red silk and lace highlighting my favorite area.
“Well, forget it. No one except you is ever going to see me like this. Again,” he adds as an afterthought.
I toss my phone aside and crawl up onto the bed, straddling his waist. “I can get on board with having special viewing priveleges.” I drop my lips to his, kissing him deeply and savoring the taste of him.
“I think you said something about doing dirty things to me,” Finn gasps as we break the kiss.
I smile. “Patience, Finnegan. I won’t have to gag you, will I?”
He waggles his eyebrows. “Possibly.”
I start moving down his body, kissing my way over his skin as I go. When I get to his incredible abs, I can’t help but remember our first night together, when I licked whiskey out of the dips and rivets. Maybe I should have known then that a casual fling with this guy wasn’t going to be enough. I’ll never get enough of him.
When I get to the garter belt and panties, I take a moment to nuzzle at his crotch, savoring the scent of him and smiling at the soft groan Finn lets out. I shift my head and start mouthing his hard cock through the silky material of his panties, satisfied at the way his hips arch up off the bed, seeking more of my attention.
“Fuck, angel, you’re killing me.”
“Okay, these are going to have to come off,” I declare, hooking my fingers over the waistband of his thong.
He lifts his hips and allows me to tug the panties down, freeing his hard, pulsing cock. I can’t help licking my lips at the sight of it, and rush to get the panties off the rest of the way before tossing them on the floor and diving hungrily on Finn’s cock.
I take him deep, to the back of my throat, and swallow down on the head, loving the eager groans of appreciation I’m able to draw from Finn’s lips.
I get a taste of his precum and it makes me want to just suck him down until I have a load of his cum in my mouth. The way he’s responding right now, I doubt he’d complain about that; but I have other plans for today, so I need to remember to restrain myself.
