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“Now, can I have the absolute pleasure of spending the rest of your birthday with you?”

Finn beamed a smile, her eyes bright. “Yeah. I’d love that.”

“Come on. Let’s get out of here. I have beer and wine back at my place.”

Chapter 12

Finn didn’t know how she had put herself in this position, but as she walked through Gillian’s apartment door, she had to stop and give herself a moment to understand. Just days ago, Gillian had flown off the handle and almost belittled her in front of the other students. Finn had never expected that from her. Gillian was professional, not disrespectful. While Finn was still upset by that, the fact that she missed Gillian overruled everything else.

Even if Finn knew she should walk out the door right now, she couldn’t do it.

She turned to Gillian, watching her back as she locked the door. When she turned around, those dark eyes so fucking enticing, it took everything within Finn not to rip the dress from her body. Instead, she kept her hands occupied by wringing them in front of her.

“Finn?” Gillian frowned.

“Y-yeah?”

“Is…everything okay?”

Was everything okay? No, not really. But Finn found herself rooted to the spot, praying her fears would leave her alone for the rest of the night. It was her birthday, she was with Gillian, shouldn’t she be happy about that? “Yeah, I think so.”

“If this isn’t what you want, then please communicate that with me.” Gillian placed her clutch bag on the side table next to the door. She took a step closer, reaching out a hand, tears welling on her eyelids. “If you want to leave, I understand.”

Finn smiled and lowered her eyes to their hands. It may have been a stark contrast—Finn’s tattoos with Gillian’s impeccable manicure—but it felt so right. They fit so right. She swallowed when she met Gillian’s gaze, fighting down the lump in her throat. “I don’t know what’s right and wrong anymore, Gillian.”

Gillian moved closer again, placing a palm to Finn’s chest. “What is this telling you?”

Oh, God. When this side of Gillian made an appearance, it really didn’t help Finn. She preferred the icy side of her. She knew where she stood then. “It’s telling me that I hate missing you.” Not ideal, but the truth. It seemed Finn was only capable of that tonight. “It’s telling me that I should be stronger…and walk away.” Gillian lowered her hand, but Finn gripped her wrist and held it between them. She brought Gillian’s fingertips to her lips, kissing them. “But I can’t.”

“Finn…”

“Are you sure you want me, Gillian? What you said the other day, the anger, it must have come from somewhere. So, before we go any further…are you absolutely sure?”

Gillian fisted her hand in Finn’s hair, her eyes dark as she dragged Finn closer. She took Finn’s hand, lowered it between them, and slipped it up her dress. Finn’s eyes closed when her fingers made contact with Gillian’s soaked pussy. No underwear. “What do you think?”

“Fuck.”

“If I have to spend the next several months making it up to you, I will. But for tonight, I just want to be with you, Finn.”

Finn rolled her fingers over Gillian’s swollen clit, watching a multitude of emotions cross her face. She had spent long enough pretending that this wasn’t going anywhere; she could surely continue doing that. As though a switch flipped inside Finn, she brought her hand to the side of Gillian’s neck and then wrapped it around her throat. “Have you been thinking about me?”

“Y-yes.” Gillian moaned as Finn teased her, her eyes not straying from Finn’s. “Every minute of every day.”

Finn smirked. Gillian was telling the truth, and that only had Finn’s confidence soaring through the roof. “What have you been thinking about?”

“The way you touch me.”

Finn quirked a brow, stroking her fingers up and down Gillian’s lips. “Like this?”

Gillian nodded as she closed her eyes. “Yes.”

“What else?”

“T-the smile on your face when you watch me come for you.”

Oh, fuck. Finn was dangerously close to falling here. “What can I say? I love it when you tighten for me…but beg for more.”

Gillian’s knees trembled at that. Finn felt it as she backed her up towards the bedroom door. “But it’s the way you kiss me when you’re deep inside me that I can’t get off my mind.”

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