These past few days, it was strange being able to choose what I ate. And having things that I actually enjoy. If I’m not careful, I’ll make myself sick or pack on the pounds. When I was held captive, I ate what they gave us. I never want to eat another bowl of rice again.
Finn’s chuckle vibrates through me as he places his warm hand on my legging-clad knee. I link our fingers, sighing, not wanting to think about letting go later when he leaves.
“That was an excellent breakfast,” Aunt Kitty chirps happily. “Thank you, Finn.”
“Yes. Thank you.” I turn my head and place a quick kiss on his shoulder.
“My pleasure, ladies.”
Finn’s flight takes off in several hours, and he will need to leave once we return to the hotel. My grip on his arm tightens. I’m not worried about my safety, but I don’t want to be separated from him yet. As we all head into the hotel lobby, the doorman greets us cheerfully, holding open the large doors as we enter.
“JoJo and I will wait down here and have a cup of tea,” Aunt Kitty tells us at the foot of the stairs. She smiles brightly at Finn and me. “And let you two say goodbye properly.”
“I need to check the suite before you enter,” JoJo argues, moving to follow us.
“Yes, of course,” Finn sighs, palming my hip and pulling me tightly to his body. He whispers in my ear, “After that, we’ll enjoy some time alone before I leave.”
I giggle with excitement as we bound our way up the grand staircase toward our suite. Stopping at the door, we wait for JoJo to catch up. She enters the suite, with Finn and I following and waiting in the entryway as she quickly searches the rooms. We stand there with our arms wrapped around one another, our eyes memorizing the other’s face.
“All clear,” JoJo announces, coming back into the hall. “I’ll wait downstairs with Mrs. Stein.”
“Thank you,” Finn says distractedly to her.
The door clicks closed behind JoJo, and Finn takes no time in pushing me up against the nearest wall and fusing his hot wet lips to mine. I moan. The sweet taste of pastries and the bite of coffee hits my tongue.
My hands weave themselves into his hair on their own accord, and I pull him in closer. Finn’s strong hand grips my thigh, pulling it up to wrap my leg around his waist. His lips move to my neck, where he nips it lightly with his teeth, teasing me with pleasure.
“I don’t want you to leave,” I find myself admitting, my voice soft as I stroke my hands down his firm chest.
“I know, princess,” Finn breathes hotly into my ear. “I wouldn’t leave if it wasn’t important and I didn’t know you’d be safe.”
“I know,” I mumble, my voice sounding petulant to my own ears.
“Fuck, princess,” Finn breaths out, pushing his growing hardness into my thigh. “I don’t have time to do what I want to you.”
Giggling, I ask, “What do you want, baby?”
“Lily,” he growls, taking a step back. “Take those damn leggings off.”
I leisurely reach up under my dress and wiggle out of my leggings, making sure to take down my underwear as well. I watch as his face morphs into a sexy scowl before he reaches out and takes over. I gasp and grab onto his forearms as he practically tears them down my legs.
I kick them off as he reaches for the buckle of his belt, undoes it, unzips his fly, and releases his hard cock. Dropping to my knees, I take the tip into my mouth and swipe the weeping slit with my tongue. Finn’s masculine flavor envelopes me. I grip the base tightly and hollow my cheeks as I suck my man’s cock. Finn’s hands tighten in my hair as he vibrates with need.
“Touch yourself.”
I look up at his command, my heart pounding in my chest at his directive. My pussy began to melt the moment he pushed me against the closed door. I know what I’ll find if I reach beneath my dress.
“Keep sucking, princess,” he instructs, gently nudging my knees apart with his feet. The hem of my dress raises up my thighs as I reach down with my free hand. I moan against his cock as I press my finger to my clit. The nub is swollen and needy. I run my finger down and press it into my wet channel, feeling the heat within. Slowly, I finger myself in the same slow tempo as I suck Finn’s cock. I get lost in the rhythm.
“Enough.” Finn’s gravelly voice brings me back to reality. I soon have him kneeling before me, my fingers pulled from my pussy and him sucking them clean between his full lips. Finn playfully nips the tips of my fingers before pushing me down onto the hard floor. He cradles my head in one hand. The other reaches down and drags up my dress further.
“Finn,” I gasp into his mouth as he simultaneously kisses me and plunges his thick fingers into my pussy, stretching me. The pleasant burn makes my nipples tighten.
“Fuck.” Finn nips my lower lip as enters me fully with one hard thrust and growls, “Mine.”
The air is knocked out of me as he continues to pound roughly into me. I wrap my legs around his trim waist and anchor myself to his warm body. Finn fills my senses. My arms wrap around his neck as I hold on tightly.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he chants, moving in an unforgiving, deliciously rough manner. Taking, possessing, me as he brings us both closer to climax. “You’re all fucking mine, princess.”
“Yes,” I gasp as my orgasm takes over me, and I fall into pleasure. Finn catches me tightly in his arms as he reaches his climax, filling me with his hot cum. The legs that were wrapped around his waist fall to the floor in exhaustion.
In the aftermath, he falls on top of me, further pinning me to the floor. After several seconds, he puts his weight onto his forearms and, breathing heavily, nuzzles my neck, his hot breath tickling the skin.
Looking down at me, Finn pulls back slightly before pushing his cock back inside of me, reawakening my pleasure.
“Finn,” I groan, rocking my hips up to meet him.
My man smiles and presses his full lips to mine. What I think is going to be a rough, possessive kiss, is the exact opposite. He teases my lips with light, playful pecks.
“This pussy is all mine, princess. Forever mine.”
Chapter Six
~ Finn ~
“Welcome to Boston’s Logan International Airport. It is 2:15 p.m. local time.”
I rub my face with my hands, attempting to wake myself up as we finally land. The flight from London was long, and my attempts to sleep were thwarted by concern for Lily and my business. There’s no way I’d leave my woman if it wasn’t serious, and I didn’t need to personally handle the situation. I have faith in Johnson, and I know Lily is safe, but I’d much rather be with her.
Mr. Lion assured me he would send his most trusted agent. In his email, he outlined Johnson’s credentials as a decorated Marine veteran who has been with the company almost from the beginning. If I’m honest with myself, I was glad Johnson ended up being a woman.
It’s not that I don’t trust Lily, but we aren’t in a place in our relationship where I want her around other attractive men. Although, I doubt I will ever like her spending large amounts of time with other men. Leaving her still didn’t seem right.
As I attempted, in vain, to sleep these past few hours, I realized that giving Lily some space may be a good thing. I know she cares for me, but she hasn’t told me yet how she feels. She’s attached to me, but a little voice in my head worries that it’s because I rescued her. Not because she feels the connection we have—or that the love I feel for her is reciprocated. For my part, I can see our entire future together.