Page 84 of Business or Pleasure

I clutch at him, trying to drag his mouth back to mine.

But then he pauses. Pulls away, arching an eyebrow. “You gotta give me something,” he says. “I kind of feel like I’m doing the heavy lifting here.”

Somehow, I manage to come up with the words. “I—I always get so wet for you,” I say, and that makes him hold me tighter. “Not just when we’re like this. I could be sitting next to you at a con and thinking about what we did the previous night. Or what I’d want to do the next night. I’ll get so turned on I can barely stand it, but I can’t do anything about it.”

His head rolls back, and he lets out this fantastic groan. “That’s not just part of all this? You’re serious?”

“Yes,” I exhale, wondering if I’m signing my own death warrant. If so, it’ll be a wonderful death. “Sometimes I’d have to get myself off before we met up to work, too, just to clear my head.”

“What would you think about?”

“The way your breath hitches when you touch me for the first time.” This is it. No inhibitions. “You, talking to me exactly like this. Whether you’d want me to ride you, or if you’d want to fuck me from behind, or against a wall.”

His eyes flutter shut, a low hum slipping from his mouth. “All of it.” A fingertip glides up my spine. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve done the same. Imagined your hand or your mouth instead of my fist.” My own hand drifts down to the front of his jeans. It’s been too long since I watched him come apart. I want to see him needy, desperate. Begging. “We’d be together one night, and the next day, all I’d want was to touch you again. I felt so fucking depraved—like I’d never be able to get enough of you.”

It sounds so real that I need to hear him say it again. “Really?”

He gives me this furrow of his brows. “You don’t think you’re irresistible?” he says. “I’ve always been attracted to you. Since we first met at that bookstore bar. When you were a petty thief.”

I swat at his chest with my free hand. “I’ll have you know that I returned the book and felt so bad about it, I bought two more.”

He grabs my hand, bringing it to his mouth. Presses kisses to my knuckles. “A real stand-up person. A Good Samaritan.” A little growl. “How does every part of you taste so good,” he says. “No one’s hands should taste this good.”

He maneuvers me flat onto the bed, taking his time as he kisses down my body. Helping me out of my bra, sucking one nipple into his mouth while he thumbs the other, making me arch up off the bed. He doesn’t let up, tongue dipping into my navel and then dropping kisses along my waist, before he skips my hips entirely and lowers his mouth to my knees. Calves. He lifts one foot into the air, planting a kiss on my ankle, before placing it down on the bed and repeating it with the other.

When he brings himself over my body again, there’s a dark, greedy hunger in his eyes. “Here,” he says. “Here is where you taste the best. So sweet.” He kisses me through my panties, a deep inhale and a slow flick of his tongue. The sound he makes when he does this is absolutely unreal. I tilt my hips, urging him closer. “I want to bury my tongue inside you the rest of the night. But not just inside. Your clit, too. Because I now know where it is.”

I choke on a laugh, even as the pleasure settles low at the base of my spine. “Please.” It’s the only word I’m capable of when his gorgeous dirty mouth is this close to where I need him. “Please.”

I don’t have to keep begging. In an instant, my panties are off and he’s lifting me to his face, until I’m spread against his mouth. I arch my back, grip the headboard to steady myself.

I feel everything—the swirls of his tongue, the rhythm of his breaths. Even a smile. My thighs tighten around his head as I ride him, rubbing myself against his mouth while he gives me both soft, quick strokes and broader ones that make me grasp at the silken strands of his hair, my other hand tightening on the headboard. I no longer feel in control, like I did during our earlier lessons, when I told him what to do. Now he knows what I want, and he knows how to give it to me.

He hooks his arms around my thighs, stretching me wider.

“Finn,” I manage, remembering how much he liked it when I said his name.

He moves his tongue faster, grazing the spot I want him most until I think I might scream if he doesn’t lick me there. And then he does—a sweep of his tongue before he sucks on my clit for just a moment.

“Oh my god. Do that again.”

I can feel him laugh as he obeys, sucking me longer this time before letting go. My thighs start shaking, and he keeps up a relentless rhythm, licking and sucking and anchoring me to his face with his hands squeezing my ass, until I throw an arm over my eyes, my body finally clenching tight—and then let it all go.

I incinerate.

We both go quiet afterward, breathing in sync as the ceiling above continues to spin.

I settle back onto the bed and he tucks me against him, fingertips sliding into my hair. “I love your hair.”

“Yeah?” We’ve never done this, been so generous with compliments.

He nods. “One, it’s adorable,” he says, and despite what just happened with his mouth between my legs, I feel my face grow warm. “And two...” The rest of the sentence fades out as he seems to weigh what he wants to say next. “I get to see your whole face. And whatever you’re feeling—well, you’re not the best at hiding it. It’s right there.” He tilts my face toward him, tapping my nose ring for a moment before drawing a fingertip along my eyebrows, resting right in the middle. “When you’re angry, you get this little furrow right here. When you’re horny, you blush... here.” That finger lands on my collarbone. Dips lower. “And here. And here.”

I swipe his hand away, and while he’s laughing, I couldn’t be further from it. Everything he’s saying makes my heart twist in the way I’ve tried to avoid since the night we met.

That feeling I’ve been running from, finally catching up with me.

And yet: “What about when I’m happy?” I can’t help asking.

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