Page 42 of Exile and Embrace

I lock my legs around his waist, rocking my hips in time with his.

He thrusts deeper into me, his cock stiffening.

Finn stops thrusting, leaning against me as he comes.

His orgasm fills me, sending a shudder through my body as I come.

Our movements are lazy, the thrusts slow as we ride out the high.

When my body finally stops shaking, Finn picks me up, letting out a soft hiss.

I try to wriggle away from him. “Put me down. You’re going to hurt yourself more.”

He smirks and takes me into the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed. “Aves, I’ve never felt better. Now, shut up and let me get another taste of you.”

Against my better judgment, I lean back against the pillow as he crawls up the bed and buries his head between my legs.

I should walk away, but I don’t because he’s right.

I want him just as much as he wants me.

I just hope I can keep my heart out of this.

11

FINN

As I stand in the driveway and look at my home, I consider turning around and going back out for a few more hours.

Ava is going to be buried in whatever paperwork she’s managed to get her hands on this time. She’s going to be a shell of a human, and I’m not looking forward to it.

For the past week, she’s been single-minded in her pursuit of her father’s secret life. Almost obsessive. More often than not, she’ll be studying whatever she can find from the time she wakes up until the time she goes to bed.

It’s not healthy.

But I can’t just stand out here. If she looks out the window, then she’ll see me and wonder if I’m losing it.

With a sigh, I continue up the driveway to the front door.

The muffled whisper of voices greets me as soon as I enter the house.

I kick off my shoes and glance at Ava and Brooklyn.

They kneel around the coffee table, their heads bent together as they look at the paperwork in front of them.

Ava stabs one finger into the middle of a paper.

Brooklyn takes it from her, a thin line appearing between her eyebrows.

“You’re home early.” Ava doesn’t bother to look up. Instead, she rummages deeper into the pile in front of her.

I tuck my hands in my pockets and wander over to them. “Yeah. Cillian didn’t have more work for me today, so I came home. Might have to run back out tonight if Dawson finds something.”

She hums and nods, her attention still elsewhere. “I was thinking of lasagna for dinner.”

Brooklyn puts the paper back in the pile and looks up. “Hey, Finn. Long time no see. I think maybe twenty-four hours?”

“Something like that.” I perch myself on one of the armchairs. “What’s going on in here? I thought the two of you were thinking about taking a break today? Coming back to everything with fresh eyes later?”

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