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Shit.
Yeah.
I forgot about that.
“Right. Lost track of time. Ah, how about I meet you there to save some time?” I asked.
“Okey doke. Usual place,” she said, hanging up.
“Gotta go?” he asked, looking down at me sitting cross-legged on the floor from his position in the chair.
“Yeah. We have a standing dinner date to catch up. Not that there is anything to ever catch up on since we talk every single day. But it’s a tradition.”
He nodded at that, but was that, I don’t know, a hint of disappointment in his eyes? Or was that wishful thinking?
“I should check in at the club, I guess,” he said, getting to his feet.
“Hey, Finn?” I called.
“Yeah?”
“I’m not getting off this floor without assistance,” I admitted, shaking my head at myself as I extended my arms.
He smiled down at me, reaching for my hands, and pulling slowly, so I could unfold myself from the position I kept forgetting I was way too fucking old to sit in anymore.
I thought nothing of how he kept lifting his arms higher. Until, suddenly, I was on my feet with my arms up in the air, and he was pushing my back up against the wall, my hands pinned above my head with one of his hands.
His heated gaze held mine for a moment before his lips were crashing down on mine.
There was nothing soft or explorative about this kiss.
His lips were hard and hungry, slanting over mine again and again as his body pressed into mine, his hardness against my stomach.
Desire flooded my system, my skin heating, making my clothes feel scratchy and uncomfortable even as his teeth nipped my lower lip, dragging a moan out of me.
My hands itched to go around him, but when I tried to pull away, his grip only tightened as his other hand moved outward, teasing down the side of my neck, over my shoulder, then downward, teasing across the overheated skin of my chest, before brushing my breast.
There was a pause, looking for any sign of objection, maybe, before his hand closed and squeezed.
My lips ripped from his as my head tilted back on a moan.
Finn’s face ducked, his lips meeting my neck, sending a shiver down my spine as he kept moving downward, inch by delicious inch.
His hand slid under my shirt, then went into the cup of my bra, touching me without the barrier.
Desire had my breasts feeling heavy and my nipples twisted into tight points.
Finn’s fingers found one, sliding over, then rolling it between his fingers, getting another almost pained whimper out of me.
I needed this.
God, more than I even realized.
As suddenly as his hand was on my breast, though, it was gone. And there was a moment of overwhelming disappointment until, suddenly, his hand was slipping under the waistband of my pants and panties.
Anticipation sizzled across each nerve ending before his fingers were tracing up my cleft, his finger finding my clit, and starting to work it in delicious circles.
“Fucking soaked for me,” he murmured as his forehead pressed to mine. His breathing was somehow as ragged as my own as he drove me upward.
The need had me pulling against his hold, wanting to touch him like he was touching me. But Finn was having none of it. His hand was replaced by his forearm across my wrist, his weight pressing them into the wall as his thumb moved to my clit, and his fingers slipped down, then pressed inside of me.
“I was thinking about doing this, and more, when you were on the back of my bike all pressed up against me,” he told me as his fingers started to thrust inside of me. “Fuck,” he groaned as my walls started to tighten around me. “I knew you’d have a fucking perfect pussy.”
Fuck, did I love it when a man wasn’t silent when things got steamy. As if agreeing, my pussy tightened hard around his fingers.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as his fingers started to fuck me faster, driving me toward that cliff at a breakneck pace that had my breathing ragged and my moans mingling with the sound of the blues record still turning on the player.
“There you go,” he said. “Come for me. Let me feel your pussy squeezing my fingers,” he demanded.
Then I was doing just that, crying out a release that made my breath catch in my chest, made my legs feel jiggly, made my vision flash white for a moment.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” I hissed at the end as the waves just refused to stop crashing.
To that, Finn made this deep chuckling noise as his fingers slowly slid out of me, then my panties and pants.
His lips pressed to mine again, just a quick, hard kiss, though.
“You’re late for dinner,” he told me as he finally released my arms.
The little satisfied smirk on his face said he knew how badly I wanted to say Fuck dinner and head back to his bedroom with him.
