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His mouth, his filth, his unbridled lust, make me feel unhinged. Like I could say something dangerous, something dirty.
And...I can.
Holy shit.
Icansay what’s in my head. “Fuck me hard till I come,” I blurt out, feeling wild and daring.
He complies, thrusting deeper and playing with my clit till I’m reduced to nothing but heat and sweat and desire.
One deep thrust. A few fast flicks, and I’m breaking into beautiful pieces. He roars, “Yes, fucking yes,” and he follows me there.
* * *
A few minutes later, he’s lying next to me, looking spent, and I’m feeling dazed.
Totally unsure too.
What do I do now? What do we say? But before I can linger in doubt, he takes my hand, slowly brushing his thumb over each of my knuckles. “I’ve wanted this ever since we met at the first party,” he murmurs against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“But do you still think I’m a good girl?” I ask playfully.
He grins and drops a lingering kiss onto my lips before pulling back with a satisfied smirk. “No. Tonight you’re my very naughty girl.”
My cheeks heat up. “I don’t want to be good with you.”
His hand slides up my thigh, sending sparks of electricity through me again. This man can command my body. “You’re a little defiant. You didn’t obey me earlier though. With the panties.”
I can’t help but smile. “And you liked my defiance.”
“I couldn’t stop smelling you.” He nuzzles my neck, whispering in my ear, “And I need to taste you again before tomorrow. Many more times.”
Tomorrow—when this stolen night comes to its inevitable end and we go back to our lives. Returning to our other roles—the good daughter and the good friend who’ll act like nothing ever happened one night in this city of secrets.
11
READ MY MIND
Jules
My heart is settled, but my mind is busy. What’s next? Part of me wants to bolt. I’m lying in bed with my father’s best friend, after all.
I should go.
Clean up, get dressed, and saythank you. Then call a Lyft home. He can’t really want me to spend the night. What are we even supposed to do now?Talk?
I’m too wired to sleep.
Isn’t sex supposed to make you tired? It’s having the opposite effect on me. My cells are buzzing.
Finn’s hand grazing along my arm breaks me out of my reverie. “Are you hungry? There’s a great Korean place that’s still open. A twenty-four-hour diner. And I also have leftovers from last night. If you like pizza, that is.”
A laugh bursts from my chest at the absurd question. I turn to him, giggling in spite of how weird I feel lying in bed with this man—this man with hair mussed up from me tugging on it when he fucked me. A burst of possessiveness fills me—I made him look that way. And he’s made me laugh. “If I like pizza? How is that a question?”
“Because of theif,I suspect,” he says dryly.
“Fine. But seriously, who doesn’t like pizza? That’s illogical. That’s like not liking pajamas or sunshine.”
He rakes his gaze over me. “You’re not wearing pajamas. And I like you.”
