Page 26 of Falling for Finn

“Jesus, fuck. You listening to porn? That some kind of painting inspiration?”

My voice causes her to jump, then she spins around, wearing a mischievous smirk. “Stay a while. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”

I scoff, grabbing the empty pizza box as I stand. “I don’t needlessonsfrom a romance novel.”

She snorts, and it pisses me off.

After trashing the cardboard, I keep my gaze on her ass and head toward the shower.

I turn on the water and stand underneath the stream, hating how worked up I am by her. That stupid book and Oakley’scomments have my dick rock hard. Gripping my shaft, I stroke it over and over. Visions swirl in my mind of Oakley kneeling in front of me with her mouth wide open as she waits for my cum, and I explode.

Groaning through my release, I throw my head back and tell myself it’s the only time I’ll jerk off to fantasies of her.

By the time I walk into the living room, Oakley and her audio porn are gone. I take a minute and admire her canvas, amazed by her progress so far.

When I head toward the stairs, I notice she’s not on the couch.

I find her on the other side of my bed, snuggled under the covers with her blond hair sprawled out over the pillow.

“Oakley,” I whisper, shaking her arm.

She doesn’t move, and I’m too tired to argue, so I say fuck it and leave her be.

Once I put on my shorts, I climb into bed and stay as close to the edge as possible.

An hour later, when she rolls closer, I’m tempted to push her away but don’t. My mind races as her sweet smell invades my space, and all I want to do is sleep.

Goddamn, this woman tests every ounce of willpower I have.

CHAPTER SEVEN

OAKLEY

DAY 5

The steel rodpoking my lower back tells me it’s morning before I even open my eyes. When I do, sunlight peers in through the skylight.

Finn’s warm body presses against me, and there’s no doubt he’ll wake up pissed when he realizes our position. But I can’t move without waking him since his strong arm is wrapped around my bare waist.

Deciding to taunt him, I wiggle my ass.

Perhaps it’ll get him to release me so I can get up.

He doesn’t move, but his dick does.

And it’s more than justmorning wood.

Arching my body, I push harder into him and rotate my hips. If that doesn’t work, I’m declaring him dead.

His hand goes to my hip, and he squeezeshard. Then his mouth finds my ear. “You better stop that orelse.”

I’m tempted to ask him whatelseimplies, but he slides out of bed before I can.

“Get dressed. We have a lot to do today,” he demands.

I whip off the covers and slide to the edge of the mattress, realizing I’m in my lace pajamas. They barely cover my stomach and legs.

“Is there somewhere you can take me to get a wider view of the farm?” I ask, standing and fixing the bed covers. “I need it for my painting.”

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