Page 122 of Camera Shy

He runs his hands through his hair and purses his lips. “How am I supposed to answer that?”

“Honestly,” I reply.

“Obviously, I did. It’s a lot of, um”—he scratches his head awkwardly—“parts and stimulation when you’re with more than one woman.” He runs his hand over his face and groans like the words taste bad in his mouth. “But I would never expect you to do that. And I was only concerned about Cass’s birthday because I wouldn’t introduce you to Nora, so I’m not sure what to do about Cass. She really is just a friend, but still, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

I know he’s trying to be considerate, but all I just heard was that Finn likes threesomes and yet he’d never expect me to do that.

“What else do you like that I don’t know about?” I’m almost scared to ask. “I don’t want you to feel like I can’t keep up.”

He tilts his head to the side and looks at me with pity in his eyes. “Keep up? You’re miles ahead, Queen. I’m happy. I am perfectly content with the way we have sex.”

“Perfectly content?”

“Yeah.” Finn gives me a kind smile and taps his nose. “You’re perfect.”

We’re quite clearly fixating on different words because he thinks perfect is a compliment, but I know exactly what content leads to. It’s boredom, dissatisfaction, and after four years getting proposed to and then immediately dumped while you cry into a messy, crumbled pile of chocolate cake. I’ll be damned if I fall in love again just to start over at thirty-four.

Finn grabs the shopping bag Lennox sets down and takes a peek. “Okay, to be clear, you’re not going anywhere dressed like this unless I’m with you.”

I scowl at him. “So I let you push me around the bedroom once and suddenly you think you’re my keeper?”

“You need a keeper wearing this.” He pulls out what can barely be considered a bra. It’s essentially two clamshells attached to each other with a thin wire. It wouldn’t support a cotton ball, let alone my large breasts.

My jaw drops at Lennox’s wildly misguided judgment. Finn peeks back into the bag and smiles at me wickedly.

“Do I even want to see the bottoms?”

His smile is devilish. “There’s not much to see, Queen.”

“Good grief.”

He drops the mermaid bra back into the bag and pulls my coffee mug from my hand before setting it aside. He takes each of my hands and wraps it around his waist. “My friend who used to be my friend with benefits is having a birthday party. I know we’re in the gray area, but if you’re okay with it, I’d really love for you to be my official date and show you off in your sexy mermaid costume. What do you say?”

“Okay,” I say. “Thank you for inviting me. I’d love to.”

“Good,” he breathes out. “Now come on.” He grabs my wrist in one hand and tugs me behind him, snagging the shopping bag off the counter as he passes by. “I need to do a thorough inspection to make sure this fits.”

Oh boy. The urge that immediately bubbles up between my thighs is a little stronger than the tender ache. It would probably be wise to take a break after fucking for hours last night, but it’s Finn. What crazy woman would say no? I just have to hope and pray his dick falls off so I can take a break from this man.

This is chemistry. Lust. Desire. Obsession. It’s nothing in the realm of content. Now how the hell do I keep it that way? How do I avoid the same fate as my last relationship?

“I suppose if it doesn’t fit, we can leave it off.”

“That’s the spirit, Queen.”

Finn squeezes my hand, causing the mermaids on his forearm to dance. There are three of them clustered together on that rock. I stare at them inquiringly. Their smiles are so wicked like they have a dirty secret. It certainly looks like they’re enjoying themselves.

So be honest, ladies. Do you guys all get busy together, too? Am I missing out?

“Avery?” Finn asks outside of his bedroom door. “Are you okay? You look worried.”

“No, no,” I assure him as I squeeze his hand. “I’m fine.”

Totally fine.

Perfectly content.

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