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“Fuck.” She brought the tip to her entrance and slipped it inside. God, she was already tight and ready to come. But that was commonplace when Finn was around. “Y-yes.” She lifted her leg, gasping when Finn slowly sunk deeper. Those hips moved in the most beautiful of ways, sensual as they moulded into one. Finn wrapped Gillian up in her strong arms, thrusting harder. “F-Finn.”

“I don’t care what happens in the future. I’ll always remember these moments as the fucking greatest.” Finn moaned as she slowly brought Gillian towards the edge. “It’s a privilege to be inside you. I hope you know that.”

Gillian buried her face in Finn’s neck, matching every thrust. “You feel so fucking good.”

“And I always will,” Finn whispered, kissing Gillian’s hair. “Just remember that you’re the only woman who has the ability to make me come without even touching me. That’s how fucking good it feels being inside you. Y-you have me on edge without a single touch.”

Gillian gasped when Finn held her tight and thrust harder. She was no contortionist, but Gillian managed to weave an arm around Finn’s thigh—while still being held by those safe arms—and find her wetness. She pushed two fingers inside her from behind, drew back, and moaned when Finn tightened around her fingers. “Together.”

“F-fuck.” Finn’s jaw clenched, and her nostrils flared when she stared back at Gillian. “T-that feels…fuckkk.”

“Are you close, Finn?”

“Y-yes.” Finn didn’t pick up her pace, but she did thrust long and slow inside Gillian. They moved in rhythm, moaning and panting, a non-verbal acknowledgement of what it meant to be like this together. “God, your fingers are a fucking dream.”

Gillian had been inside Finn on a number of occasions now, but everything about this morning…this position, felt different. It was intimate. It was slow and meaningful. Gillian and Finn usually partook in heavy, raw sex. But not this morning. If this was Gillian’s lifelong partner, this was the very position they’d make love in. “Finn, I’m coming.”

“M-me, too.”

Gillian sunk her fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot. She knew the friction from the harness was working wonders on Finn’s clit, and as Finn’s head lolled back and her mouth fell open, Gillian came just watching her. “O-oh, fuck. Yes.” Finn thrust short and sharp as she continued to fuck Gillian, her face now buried in Gillian’s neck. “Oh, Finn.”

“Fuck, babe.” Finn rolled her hips slowly, the harness pressing against Gillian’s clit. It only sent shockwave after shockwave through her, gasps and light moans still filtering throughout her bedroom. “God, I never want to not be inside you.”

The room fell silent as they held one another. Gillian wasn’t sure what to make of any of what had just happened, but it had secretly been everything she’d needed this morning.

Chapter 13

Finn whistled as she took in the detail of Gillian’s new home, shoving the spare key Gillian had given her into her back pocket. She hadn’t known what to expect—she didn’t believe she knew Gillian well enough to gain any kind of knowledge about what she was into when it came to the interior of her perfect home—but this hadn’t been what she imagined. Though it was clear the house needed some work, it was remarkable. The original features still sat in place, the huge ceilings gave the place so much character and light, and the windows? Well, Finn had always dreamed of sash windows. There was something about having old features as part of your home in this day and age that had always appealed to her. She would take old wood over UPVC doors and windows at any opportunity.

Honestly, she could see Gillian living here.

While Gillian seemed modern and ‘in’ on the outside, Finn suspected this was her dream home. Something that wasn’t too high-end, even though her appearance would suggest otherwise. Something that felt homely and comfortable, even if Gillian was on a mission of self-discovery. Something she could call her own, even though she didn’t know what her future looked like.

Did Finn want to keep peeling back those layers? Did she want to know more, and see more, and be more? Of course she did. But it would never happen. They’d discussed their position last night, agreed that nothing would come of it, and then had mind-blowing make-up sex. Because that’s what it had been. Make-up sex.

Only as Finn stood here right now, it hadn’t only been make-up sex for her. And this morning? Well, that had been anything but. The truth was that she’d lied to Gillian. The way she’d held her this morning, fucking her slowly, was not the kind of sex Finn usually had with women she wouldn’t get attached to. No, the sex she’d had this morning had been the exact kind of sex she’d wanted to share with Gillian just once. To feel her heartbeat as Finn held her in her arms. That warm breath moaning against her ear. And then, when Gillian had insisted they come together…well, Finn’s world aligned once and for all.

And that was a huge issue.

Finn was attached whether she wanted to be or not. She wouldn’t share that information with Gillian, not until things came to be too much, so Finn would continue on that no-strings path until Gillian decided Finn wasn’t who she wanted to spend her time with anymore. It wouldn’t last forever, and that was okay.

Yeah, you keep telling yourself that. Finn sighed. Just wait until you see her kissing someone else.

None of Finn’s feelings mattered anyway, regardless of the situation she’d put herself in. Finn wasn’t relationship material to someone like Gillian. No, she was forbidden. The secret. Finn, when looking at her future, found it very hard to imagine herself walking hand in hand down the street with Gillian.

While she could be Gillian’s secret in this capacity, if anything progressed and rules changed…Finn would expect people to know who she was. She wouldn’t stand for being someone’s secret if she was in a relationship with them. Gillian was no exception to that.

You’re never going to be in that position with her.

There was no use thinking about something that would never come to be.

Back to work!

Finn puffed out her cheeks and studied the kitchen. Gillian was right. It did need a re-fit. For a start, the worktops didn’t look usable. Chipped, damp in areas towards the back patio doors, and very tired. Not something she could see when she looked at Gillian. She was prim and proper.

Finn smirked. Until she opens that filthy mouth when you’re alone.

The image of Gillian watching herself as Finn fucked her last night flashed in her mind. She gripped the tape measure in her hand, her nostrils flared as she closed her eyes. Finn couldn’t believe she’d been lucky enough to spend her birthday with Gillian. When she’d thanked her for such a special night, she’d meant it. With her whole heart. Finn was used to being alone, she was used to receiving one…maybe two birthday cards at a push, so to be with Gillian last night had really exceeded her every expectation.

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