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Stay with me.

“I’ll be back,” he says, like he can read my mind anyway and knows exactly what I’m desperately trying not to say. Maybe he’s thinking it too. “I’ll definitely be back. And—”

“And what?” I say. “I’ll be your London booty call?” It’s meant to be a joke, but it doesn’t come out that way. I sound hurt, and I think I am.

“Amber—” He inhales sharply and guilt immediately washes over me. “Sweetheart. Look at me.”

I do as he says and when I look up, I see honest, sad eyes. “Sorry,” I mumble. “That wasn’t fair. I know you don’t—”

“I wish we had more time together.”

I melt into his touch. “Me too. I’m sorry that I spent so much of it hating you.”

He snorts. “It was definitely deserved. But we probably wouldn’t be where we are now if we hadn’t taken that route.”

“And where are we now?”

“I’m hoping…” he says slowly as he drags a finger along my leg. “I’m hoping that we’re about to have a very fun night together.”

I laugh and some of the tension that had begun to build dissipates. “Let’s have some fun, Finn.”

The grin on his face is full of promise, and he wastes no time getting things started.

He kicks things off by planting soft, wet kisses along my collarbone and shoulders and then bites down when he meets the thin strip of fabric from my dress. The feel of his teeth on my skin sends shockwaves racing through me, and I’m surprised by how much I enjoy the sensation.

“This needs to go,” he murmurs as he nips at my skin again.

“You don’t like my dress?” I ask, pretending to be offended.

He can see right through me, but he plays along. “You look gorgeous, sweetheart. Stunning. Ethereal. Find a thesaurus and take your pick. I could go on all night. But that dress has had its time to shine, and it’s just going to get in the way.” He rolls us over, punctuating his point with a gentle thud as my head hits the soft pillows at the top of the bed. I wrap my legs around him and pull his crotch flush against mine. The imprint of his dick rubs against the thin fabric covering my pussy and I whimper in frustration.

There are far too many layers between us right now.

“Now you see what I mean?” he asks with a smirk.

“Fair point.”

He finds my zipper and gently tugs it down, shifting slightly over me so I can slip out of the dress. As soon as it’s out of the way, he pushes me back into the mattress and resumes this newfound love of leaving a fiery trail of kisses on my exposed skin.

I’ve never been touched like this before.

Finn is slow. Torturous. Revenant.

He treats every inch of my body like it’s something to worship, and I’m more than happy to lie back for a minute and let him work his magic.

He kisses me all the way down my body, taking his sweet time when he gets to my breasts and slowly rolls his tongue over my nipples. I gasp when he bites down on one and gives it a gentle suck. The only thing that stops me from bucking up off the bed is his firm hand on my hip, keeping me pressed into the mattress.

“I love those sounds you make,” he says as he continues his slow descent toward the part where I need him most.

It’s almost embarrassing how wet I am for him.Almost. If I couldn’t plainly see how hard his dick is currently fighting to free itself from his suit trousers, I might’ve been a little self-conscious. But he wants me as badly as I want him, so I don’t mind when he reaches the waistband of my panties — black and lacy tonight — and quickly finds me soaking for him.

Our groans meet and mix together in the air as he slips a finger inside and slowly, sofucking slowly, starts to move.

“What’s your record?” he asks, voice lower than I’ve ever heard it before. He keeps his eyes on me as he fucks me with his fingers, and I have to fight to keep mine open.

My thoughts are hazy and I can barely think straight. “My record?”

“How many times have you come in one night?”

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