Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
If I had to guess, I’d say that this is probably the most Finn has spoken to someone in such a short amount of time. I’m so curious about him, but I decide that I should probably quit while I’m ahead and go to bed.
“Do you have a preference? Because it really doesn’t matter to me.” I head toward the bedroom. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sway my hips a little bit more as I walked, knowing he was right behind me.
“Doesn’t matter,” he grunts.
“Okay. I guess I’ll take this one.” I choose the side closer to the bathroom. Before I pull the blankets back, I take my robe off and climb in. Finn watches me but says nothing before he heads into the bathroom.
I hear the sound of the water turn on. I flip the light off on my side of the bed. For some reason, I want to wait for him to come out of the bathroom. But I’m guessing I’m not going to be able to pepper Finn with questions in the dark as we lie in bed. I didn’t miss that for some reason, he didn’t want to tell me anything about work. He side-stepped it.
Oh, what if he works for the government? That would kind of make sense. Maybe he’s a spy! His body is built enough to be one. I think I’ve watched one too many movies. The man isn’t a spy. I’m being ridiculous. I try to come up with other ideas, but soon sleep takes me.
“Finn?” I mutter before I’m fully awake. My mind is already going to him, thinking I might have dreamed all of last night up.
“Yes?” he grunts. The sound rumbles through his whole body. I would know because I’m currently wrapped around him like a freaking koala bear.
“Oh my God.” I scramble off him. Not before I notice his hard cock is pressed into my thigh. I’d thrown my whole leg over him. “Sorry!” I squeak. In my haste to get back to my side of the bed, I go too far and almost fall off.
Finn is quick to my rescue. His arm comes out, pulling me back before I can roll right off the bed.
“You sleep like a rock,” he tells me before slowly releasing his arm from around me. It brushes against my breast, and I realize how hard my nipples are. I’m sure he felt them.
“I, ah.” I’m at a loss for words because now the dream I had during the night is coming back to me. It was dirty, and the star had been Finn. Did I hump on him in my sleep?!? “I’m not used to sharing a bed. I guess I’m a cuddler?” It’s the best I can come up with.
I don’t wait for a response. I spring from the bed and right into the bathroom to hide. I cover my face with my hands, unable to even look at myself in the mirror.
I might not have dry humped him I try to reassure myself. When I drop my hands, I glance down at my silky night shorts. A small wet spot is there. I don’t only think I humped him; I might have even gotten myself off.
How long can I hide in this bathroom? I’m guessing not forever.
Chapter
Nine
FINN
I once watched an in-flight movie about two assassins falling in love. I wasn’t going to, but curiosity got the best of me. I don’t remember much about it other than in one scene when the two were supposed to be working, they were dancing. I thought they were dumb as fuck to not be paying attention to their marks, but it ended up that their lover was their mark. That was the twist. Anyway, they still got distracted, and I just didn’t find that believable but now…fuck, I’m all messed up inside.
I couldn’t sleep lying next to her. I’m not built that way. It surprised me she was able to let her guard down and drift off. I couldn’t do it. I kept thinking maybe, just maybe, she would stab me in my sleep or sneak out to get her mark. I kept my breathing even and pretended to fall asleep.
She didn’t sneak out, and she didn’t stab me but I almost died anyway. About a half hour after her own breathing evened out, she rolled into my side, throwing a leg over my hip and an arm across my chest. My dick grew harder than a rod of steel, and my breathing stopped.
I reached down to move my dick away from the soft flesh of her thigh when she started moving, pushing her hips against me. My fingers got caught and, hell, I just left them there, letting her rub against me, letting her plump pussy lips brush my skin. I was on fire. My blood was super-heated. My heart beat faster and louder than the bells at the top of the Notre Dame Cathedral. My cock pulsed in time with her thrusts. I nearly broke a tooth off clenching my teeth in an effort to keep from shouting when I came in my shorts. And as if she heard my silent groans or felt the throb of my cock, she let go of all her restraint. I curled my fingers into a cup and scooped her juice into my mouth. It was the best thing I’d ever tasted.