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But it’s not a tear of sadness. I don’t feel sad anymore.
“Good. Let’s love deeply together.”
That’s our vow. One that says we’re worth the obstacles. That this love is worth the challenges. He’s here for me. And I’ll be there for him.
“There’s so much to talk about. So much to figure out. But right now, I want to show you how very, very good I will be to you,” he says in that bedroom rasp that makes me want to drop my panties.
Well, they are pretty soaked.
That’s just the way he likes it. Ten minutes later, his face is between my thighs, and he’s lapping me up, driving me wild, and making me grab the sheets on my bed.
Good thing I closed the window, or all of Chelsea would hear me scream his name as I writhe and thrash.
I’m panting, moaning, gasping as I pull him up and grab at his shirt. “Now. Get in me now.”
“Beg for it,” he says carelessly.
And I do.
I slide off the bed, get down on my knees, and gaze up at him, feeling likehis.
He runs a hand over my hair, like he cherishes me. “Do it.”
He’s still dressed, and I clutch his hips tight as I say, “Please fuck me. I’m begging you. I want to feel your cock deep inside me. I want you to fuck me hard and good, like I’m the only one.”
“You are.” His gaze is feral, and in a heartbeat, he tugs me up. I make quick work of his clothes, stripping him eagerly, savoring having my hands on him once again.
He falls to the bed and pulls me on top of him. “Ride my cock. Ride me till you come again. Use me to get off. And I won’t stop till you’re drenched in orgasms.”
That’s my man.
He holds to his promise, fucking and loving, and wringing climax after climax out of me as I ride him, as he puts me on my hands and knees, then as he lifts my arms over my head, and pins me down, so he can slowly, exquisitely take me over the edge with him.
* * *
“Do you like dogs?”
I turn to my side and arch a brow Finn’s way. “Is this another trick question? LikeDo you like pizza?”
“Well, do you?” He runs a finger down my naked hip, a few minutes post-O.
“I like pizza, pineapple, pajamas, and dogs. Now, tell me why you’re asking such a ridiculous question.”
“I’m adopting a dog tomorrow. I mean, we are. Zach and me,” he says, and my god, he sounds so cute when he’s all new daddy. “I was going to text you a week ago and ask if you liked dogs. But I didn’t.” He dips his face, nuzzles my neck. “I just wanted to talk to you. But I wanted to know the answer too.”
“So you’re really asking if I like dogs?” Pretty sure he’s asking something else. I’ll wait, though, for him to say it.
He lifts his face, but he’s quiet, clearly thinking. After he takes a big breath, he asks, “Would you want to walk a dog with me? Come over if I have a dog? Spend time with the dog and me?”
And we’re getting warmer. I smile, and it feels serene but a little playful. I’m almost positive what he’s truly chipping away at. “Sure, Finn. You and a dog.”
He drags a hand through his hair, gearing up for the next thing. “And my son?”
Nerves lace his voice, and I laugh, then drop a kiss to his stubbly cheek to put him out of his misery. “Did you think I didn’t know you had a kid when I agreed to all that love stuff a few minutes ago?”
“A few minutes ago? Please. That was an hour ago. Clearly, you’ve lost track of time with all the orgasms I gave you.”
“Occupational hazard of being…” I stop on the word. But then I decide to own it. I’m the bold one, after all. “Your girlfriend.”
