Page 70 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

“We can talk here.”

Finn shakes his head, stepping closer. “Let’s go up to my apartment, please. I can’t kiss you in your boyfriend’s apartment.”

My heart races. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. I nod, letting him lead the way.

We head out of the apartment and walk to his. The whole way, my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. Finn’s proximity is makingmy pulse quicken and the memory of our kiss makes my lips tingle.

As we step into Finn’s apartment, I’m immediately struck by how different it is from my own place. His apartment is a lush, green oasis. Plants are everywhere—hanging from the ceiling, perched on shelves and even climbing up the walls. It feels like a little jungle, full of life and color. The air smells fresh and earthy and the soft strains of classical music drift through the air. It’s oddly soothing, and somehow, it feels like it suits Finn perfectly.

He shuts the door behind us and I take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the space before he turns to me, his eyes intense. “I need to talk to you.”

I nod, trying to steady my breathing. The space is so calm, yet my heart is racing. “Okay. Let’s talk.”

Finn pulls me gently toward the plush couch. It’s covered in rich, deep blue fabric and there’s a cozy throw draped over the back. We sit down and I try to gather my thoughts.

“I’ve been thinking about us—about what happened,” Finn starts, his voice serious. “I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.”

I glance at him, my heart pounding hard. “What do you want to do?”

Finn leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I want to be with you, Millie. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

The words hit me like a tidal wave and I’m overwhelmed, unsure how to respond. I look around, trying to ground myself. “I…I don’t know what to say.”

He takes my hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything right now. I just needed to tell you how I feel.”

I nod. “But what about…everything else? Chase, Declan…I mean, there’s a lot going on.”

Finn’s gaze doesn’t waver. “I know. And I’m not trying to complicate things more. I just want you to know that I’m here. I’ve been in plenty of threesomes before. Sharing isn’t an issue for me.”

His words stun me. “You’ve…you’ve been in threesomes?”

He nods, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Yeah. It’s been a part of my life. But this—” he gestures between us “—this is different. I’m not just talking about casual encounters. I’m talking about something real.”

I’m silent for a moment, absorbing his confession. “So, you’re saying you’re okay with…sharing me?”

Finn chuckles softly. “I don’t want to share you, Millie. I want to be with you. I’m okay with whatever happens, as long as you’re honest with me.”

I feel a rush of conflicting emotions. The idea of being with him, especially after everything, is both thrilling and frightening. “I just don’t know what to do. It’s all so complicated.”

Finn’s eyes are filled with understanding. “It is complicated. But I’m here for you. I want to be a part of your life, whatever that means.”

I look at him, the classical music playing softly in the background adding to the surreal atmosphere. “I don’t want to hurt Chase. Or Declan. I need to figure things out.”

Finn nods, his expression softening. “I get it. Take your time. Just know that I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

I squeeze his hand, “Thanks for being so understanding. I’m just…trying to sort things out.”

Finn gives me a reassuring smile. “No rush. We can take it slow. And if you need to talk more or need space, just let me know.”

The conversation has left me feeling both hopeful and uncertain. I lean in, giving him a small, hesitant kiss. It’s soft, gentle and filled with a promise of more to come.

Finn’s green eyes are intense as he kisses me again. This time, his kiss is a little rough, desperate. He pushes my white lacy panties aside, kneeling on the floor before me. His mouth finds its way between my legs with a fierce determination. His touch is urgent, almost frantic. As his tongue moves against me, every stroke is intense, sending jolts of electricity through my body.

He doesn’t waste any time. His tongue works against me relentlessly, each stroke more intense than the last. His lips are firm, pressing and pulling in a way that makes every nerve in my body stand at attention. I arch my back, my fingers gripping the couch cushions as he continues. His hands hold my thighs apart, keeping me exposed and vulnerable.

The friction of his mouth against me is intoxicating and I can feel myself approaching the edge with every breathless gasp and whimper. His movements are both controlled and wild, a desperate need in every touch, every lick. My breaths come in ragged gasps and I push against him, my body reacting with a fervent urgency.

Just as I’m about to lose myself completely, I hear the sound of the door opening. My body is still tingling when I turn to see Declan standing there.

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