After dinner, we decided to cuddle on the couch and relax. Finn comes back into the living room from making his impromptu phone call and drops down onto the couch next to me with a sigh.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“You just saved my ass, princess,” he tells me, leaning over and kissing my temple before reaching over to grab his now-lukewarm beer.
“What are you talking about?” I lean back and look at him, smiling.
“I had to go into the office today because we were working on a deal with Ban’s company.”
“What?” I gasp.
“Yes, I just called my lawyer and halted everything,” Finn explains, draining the last of his beer and setting the glass on the table. “Fuck, that could’ve been a mess.”
“What will you do now?” I ask, leaning into his side and cuddling up to his solid warmth.
Wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close, Finn says hotly in my ear, “I’ll let you try out my bathtub.”
“It’s the only reason I’m here,” I tease, looking up at him.
When I arrived at Finn’s minimalistic condo—badly in need of some decorating—that evening, he gave me a tour, making sure to show me his oversized master bathroom, complete with the large soaking tub. He also showed me where his housekeeper had made room for me in his closet and dresser so that I could unpack. I took that to mean he doesn’t want me to leave, which is fine by me.
“The only reason?” Finn leans over and presses me into the couch, kissing, nipping, and sucking on my neck.
I giggle and wrap my arms around his shoulders, anchoring him to me. “You’re also here.”
Before I know what’s happening, Finn is pulling out of my arms and scooping me off the couch.
“Finn,” I cry out in surprise and wrap my arms tightly around his neck, holding on.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to let you go,” Finn says, squeezing me tightly as he walks toward his bedroom.
Chapter Thirteen
~ Lily ~
“Are you awake?” A sleepy voice sounds in my ear from behind as a hand cups my breast and squeezes lightly.
“No,” I groan, pushing my naked body back into the warm, equally naked one behind me.
Not only do I hear, but I also feel, his chuckle reverberating all around me.
I giggle softly.
My man groans, and I feel his cock twitch against my bottom. I press myself intentionally further into Finn, encouraging him. He takes the hint. The hand that was cupping my breast moves down to my body and presses its way between my thighs to cup my pussy. I melt.
Finn’s fingers part my lower lips and tease my clit. Just as he begins kissing and nipping at the back of my neck, I moan with pleasure.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks as he dips his finger into my slick channel.
“Baby,” I groan, tilting my hips to take more of him inside.
“Fuck.”
My groan as Finn’s fingers disappear turns into a moan as he presses his cock fully into me. We rock together for several long moments, the rhythm increasing as we both spiral toward our peak of pleasure.
It’s not long before I’m squeezing his cock, and he’s emptying himself inside of me. After, we lay in silence for several moments. Finn’s arms tighten around me, and I link our fingers.
“Good morning,” I breathe out.
“Morning, princess,” Finn chuckles.
He pulls himself away first and leaves the bed.
After several moments, I follow him. Finn opens the door of the shower with a smile and pulls me into a bruising kiss. I stand under the hot water and watch as he quickly washes himself.
Before he steps out of the shower, Finn kisses me and says, “Take your time, princess. I’ll start breakfast.”
“Okay,” I half yell over the sound of the sprayer.
By the time I’m done in the shower, Finn has left the bathroom. I quickly rifle through the closet to pick out an outfit, feeling right at home. I get dressed and go in search of him.
“Princess, does this match?” Finn asks me when I enter the kitchen.
“Where’s Trevor when you need him?” I tease, kissing his cheek and straightening his tie. “You look very handsome.”
“Sit down,” he tells me, directing me to the table. “I’ll bring you your tea.”
I spin around to see the kitchen table is laden with all of my favorite things. A large delicious looking fruit salad and fluffy, buttery croissants beckon me. I can’t wait to dig in.
“Thank you,” I say as Finn places a steaming mug next to me at the table and sits himself down.
I happily dig into the delicious spread.
We feed each other bites of fruit—and enjoy even tastier kisses—until Finn’s cellphone rings demandingly in his pocket. He takes it out with a long-suffering sigh and sets it down onto the table. I can see the name “Mom” flashing as Finn presses “Ignore.” I don’t say anything since I’m also avoiding my mother. He turns to me and asks, “What are you doing today?”
“Aunt Kitty is picking me up, and we’re spending the morning together and having lunch with Peter,” I tell him. “She’s heading home this afternoon.”
“Are you okay with that?”
“Yes,” I say. “She has a life and a husband to get back to. And she won’t be that far away. Once I get a car, I’ll be able to drive up and see her. I can’t wait to meet Mark.”
“You’ll like him,” he smiles, taking a sip of his coffee. “And we’ll get you a new car this weekend.”
“Shopping,” I say excitedly, which gets me a sexy scowl.
“I need to get going,” he grumbles, standing up. He leans back down and murmurs against my lips, “Fuck, I love you.”
“Ditto, stud,” I murmur, pressing my lips firmly to his.
After lunch, Aunt Kitty goes into her bedroom to call Uncle Mark and pack to head back to Vermont. I can tell that she is missing him. It’s now Peter and I sitting in his kitchen enjoying the delicious brownies Aunt Kitty made for dessert. I’ve paired it with a nice cup of English Breakfast tea.
“He needs you,” Peter muses, breaking the silence.
“Who?”
“Finn. I’ve known him a long time, and he needs someone whose loyalty begins and ends with him.”
“What do you mean?”
“Someone who’ll always be on his side,” he explains.
“I thought you didn’t approve?” I ask, taking out my teabag and taking a tentative sip.
“I thought he’d taken advantage of you,” Peter growls. “That he was using you.”
“You should know Finn better than that. He’s not like that,” I scowl at him. If Peter claims to be such good friends with Finn, then he should know his friend better than that.
“You’re right,” he placates. “I can tell how much he loves you.”
“I love him, too,” I reply softly. “The truth is, at first, I worried it was because he’d rescued me.”
“What changed?”