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At least, that was her fear when it came to meeting someone one day. That nobody would live up to Finn and the incredibly mind-blowing sex they’d had.

She couldn’t hold on any longer. If she closed her eyes, Gillian could imagine Finn looking down at her, toy in hand, demanding Gillian gag for her. And she would, time and time again. God, she wasn’t sure there were any limits when it came to Finn Ashton.

Gillian rushed off into her bedroom, taking her bottom lip between her teeth as she hiked her skirt up around her waist and pressed her underwear between her lips. Soaked was an understatement. “Oh, Finn. What are you doing to me?”

She took the biggest toy she had from the top drawer of her nightstand and threw it to the bed. She considered reaching for a bottle of lube too, but it wasn’t needed. Gillian was so wet that as she removed her underwear, she felt it coat her thighs. She lay back on the bed, brought the tip of the toy to her entrance, and plunged it deep inside.

“F-fuck.” Gillian grasped at her blouse, untucking it from her skirt. She forced a hand inside her bra, pinched and tugged at her aching nipple, then fucked herself hard and fast. “Y-yes. Oh, Finn. Fuck me.”

With her head buried in the mattress, her mouth agape, Gillian gasped and moaned with every thrust. If only Finn were braced above her, staring down at her with those huge blue eyes, this day would be ending on the perfect note.

“Harder. Fuck my pussy harder.”

“All I want is to put my fingers inside you and remember how good you feel.”

Finn’s voice played on repeat in her mind, building her up to the most intense orgasm. Sometimes the fantasy was far better than the reality, but that depended entirely on whether you’d had the chance to live out those fantasies. Gillian had, and this was nothing compared to the real thing. “Y-yes. So close.”

Gillian yanked her hand from her bra, now lavishing her clit as her toes started to curl. She slowed, but thrust deeper and harder, trembling as she came for a woman she couldn’t have. “Oh, shit.” Her chest heaved, and her thighs shook. Gillian wasn’t done, not by a long stretch, but the unexpectedness of this had thrown her.

Her walls forced the toy out, every inch of Gillian throbbing for something far more, but that could only happen if she allowed Finn into her life in some capacity.

She had a decision to make.

But not before she’d fucked herself into oblivion.

Oh, Gillian…you’re going to get yourself into trouble.

* * *

Finn’s phone rang on the bed next to her, startling her from the assignment Gillian had uploaded to the online portal this afternoon. It was her mum.

“Hi, Mum. Everything okay?”

“Could you come down here for a minute, please?”

Finn smiled, shifting her laptop from where it rested on her knees. “Yep. Give me a second, and I’ll be there.”

As the call ended, Finn threw her phone to the bed and left her room. She would always be on hand to help her mum when she needed it, but Finn also had the added work of assignments these days. She would need some time to herself to get ahead with her studying. Failing her modules was not an option.

Maybe it’s time to find a place of my own…

She took the stairs, wondering what would be required of her now. Her dad was home—drunk as usual—but he may as well not exist when it came to helping out around here. Carol had been confined to her bed for the last three years. Finn had once been her carer on mostly a full-time basis, but enrolling in university meant she didn’t have as much time to tend to the house and anything her mum may need now. Not only did she have uni work on her plate, but she had her actual job as well.

“What’s up?” She stepped into the living room that housed her mum’s bed at the far end. “Everything okay?”

“I couldn’t trouble you for a cup of tea, could I, love?”

Finn looked over at the couch, rolling her eyes when she found her dad asleep on it. Roy was a drunk, he had been for as long as Finn could remember. “I see he’s about as much use as an ornament once again.”

“He’s only just nodded off. I didn’t want to wake him. He needs to rest.”

Rest from what, exactly? Lifting pints of beer with his right arm all day?

“He’s really going to have to start pulling his finger out, Mum. You know I’ll do anything I can for you, but he needs to pull his weight. With university, I don’t have as much time as I used to.”

Carol lay her head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not complaining. I’m just making you aware of the things I have on at the minute.” Finn had tried to encourage her mum to hire a carer service, but that had been a non-starter. Carol claimed she didn’t need people judging her as she lay in bed. Finn had explained that they wouldn’t be there to do anything of the kind, that their careers were based solely on caring for people, but Carol had only gone on to explain how she was a burden to Finn and would manage alone rather than with someone she didn’t know or trust. “I’ll make you a cuppa, and then I really need to get on with some studying.”

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