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“I heard you, Asha.” He takes a deep, slow breath. “Goodnight.”
He hangs up before I can, and I sit there for a long moment, staring at my phone.
I have a feeling that it’s going to be a sleepless night.
—
I wake up feeling irritable and poorly rested, wondering how I’m going to get through the night with Matvei without letting my emotions show, as on edge as I feel.
Halfway through the afternoon, I get a text from Matvei, giving me an address near the river. I send it to Finn, who replies only with a different address, and I don’t get a response when I ask him what sort of place, exactly, I’m meeting him at. That leaves me with the rest of the day to get through, the anxiety about the evening stopping me from managing to do much other than clean my apartment just for something to keep my hands busy, and then pick out something to wear for the evening ahead.
Matvei will want me in lingerie, I’m sure—something that seems softer, more submissive, not the leather and latex I prefer and feel sexiest in. I pick out a pair of pale pink lace panties and a matching balconette bra, slipping a black ribbed cotton dress over it that stops at mid-thigh and shows off my breasts to perfect effect. I curl my hair and do my makeup lightly, opting for a rose-tinted lipstick instead of my usual red, and call an Uber to the address Finn gave me.
When the car pulls up outside of it, I see that it’s a mechanic’s garage—there are bikes parked inside, and more in the lot. I crane my head, looking for whoever is meeting me—then I see Finn, leaning up against his bike just outside of the front door.
He’s just here to introduce me to whoever he’s sending with me for the night,I tell myself, but as I get out of the car, heels clicking against the uneven pavement, I see the hard set of Finn’s jaw and know what’s going to come out of his mouth before I even get close enough to hear it.
I know a man who’s about to argue with me when I see one.
“Who are you sending with me?” I ask bluntly as soon as I’m standing in front of him in the dimly lit parking lot. I see his gaze slide down the front of my dress before he can stop himself, lingering for just a moment on my breasts before falling to my legs and then the heels I’m wearing, and then quickly back up to my face.
Before I can stop myself, my hand shoots out, grabbing his chin as I step a little closer, too close for him to look down at me again. “Look atme,” I hiss at him, the growing trepidation I have about the night ahead morphing into anger at the certainty I feel that Finn is making his own decisions about my protection tonight. “What was that about being professional?”
Finn’s blue gaze holds mine, and there’s something different in it, something hard and dangerous of his own that sends an entirely different sort of shiver down my spine. He looks at me for a long moment, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths as my fingers press into his jaw, and I feel the tension thickening between us.
“If I wasn’t being professional, lass,” he murmurs, “you’d be bent over this bike right now, with that pretty dress up around your waist. I’ve never thought about spanking a woman before, but I’d consider it, to teach you a lesson about telling me how to domyjob.”
A sudden heat washes over me, flushing my skin and pooling between my thighs, my stomach clenching with a fierce and unexpected arousal. “I don’t let men talk to me that way,” I hiss, and his hand comes up, grabbing my wrist as he tugs my grip away from his chin.
“Not unless they pay you, right?” His blue eyes are flinty. “And sometimes not even then.”
“Thisis why you can’t be the one who comes with me tonight.” I glare at him. “You really think—”
“I hadn’t even said anything about that, yet.” His lips are pressed tightly together. “You assume a lot, Asha.”
“Am I wrong?” I taunt, looking up at him. His hand is still holding my wrist, broad and rough against my delicate skin, and Ishouldn’tbe turned on by this. But my pulse is pounding in my throat, beating rapidly, and I suddenly feel as if I can’t get enough air. “Tell me that whoever is coming with me tonight is about to walk out here.”
Finn swallows hard. “You’re not wrong,” he admits. “I put you in this position, Asha. I don’t feel right not being the one to protect you—”
“Itoldyou what I wanted! You arrogant, high-handed son of a bitch,I’mthe onebeingprotected, and I—”’
My voice is rising, filling the lot, and his other hand comes up suddenly, covering my mouth. For one brief second, I have a vision of him spinning me around, pressing me up against the motorcycle, his hand replaced with his lips, and Iwantit. God, I want to know what it feels like for him to kiss me.
“Keep your voice down, lass” he growls. “This is our territory, but that doesn’t mean I want all our business shouted out for anyone to hear.”
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, and nod. My heart is still galloping in my chest, and I can hear the ringing sound of that Irish burr calling melass, of his hand over my mouth, his cedar and spice scent filling my nose. I’m almost trembling with desire, and somehow it feels wrong, going to see Matvei with this kind of lust washing over me for Finn.
“We need to keep our distance from each other,” I whisper. “This is why. What’s happening right now is why.”
He lets out a harsh breath. “Professional.”
“This isn’t professional.” I should be pulling away from him, slipping out of his grasp. I should be angry that I’m pinned up against a motorcycle, Finn’s muscled body brushing against mine, towering over me, boxing me in like this. But I’m not. I’m imagining what he just said, what it would be like to have him bend me over the bike in this parking lot, in view of anyone who drove past, pushing my skirt up as he thrust—
A shudder runs through me, and I see the faintest smirk curl Finn’s lips. He knows what this is doing to me, and it’s fuckingamusinghim.
That does make me angry.
I twist away from him, shoving him back as I move out of his reach. He lets me go, which is more than I can say for some other men, but I’m not about to let this go over him doing the bare minimum. “You really want to be there while I fuck another man?” I taunt, narrowing my eyes at him. “You really want to hear that? Be right there while you know that’s happening?”
