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“We are,” he reassures me. “Our age difference doesn’t bother me. Not really. I’m just aware of it sometimes. But with Finley…it’s more in my face, you know? She hasn’t passed the bar exam yet, and she’s just starting her career. For fuck’s sake, her father is my friend and former colleague. I can’t imagine how awkward it would be if Greg found out I fucked his daughter.Withmy boyfriend.”
I hadn’t really given any thought to that. When I’d met Finley’s father at their family dinner, it had felt very much like hewas the elder, and I was the age-appropriate boyfriend. Nothing strange about any of it.
“I see your perspective on that now.”
“And Finley is a brat, which I love. It makes me aware of the age gap, yes, but at the same time I want to spank her and fuck her and buy her a car. Which sounds insane, but it’s all true.”
That makes me laugh. “I want to fuck her and spank her and buy her slutty underwear.”
“That sounds more affordable and just as satisfying.” He grins back. “I’ll talk to Finley at the office tomorrow and invite her to dinner. How does that sound?”
“Amazing.” I entwine my fingers through his. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. She hasn’t said yes. Our Finley has a mind of her own.”
“Which we both love.” I reach for my wine and take a sip.
“Yes, we do.” He draws my leg over his and rests his hand on my inner thigh. “When is your lease up?”
“The end of June.” My chest tightens. There’s only one reason for this question, and I’m fucking thrilled by the idea.
“Move in with me then.”
“That’s only three months from now. You don’t think that’s too soon?” I ask, even though I have every fucking intention of saying yes, hell yes.
He shakes his head. “No. I’ve spent my whole life fending for myself, diving into my career, building my future. My future is now—with you. I want to share my life with you, Evan.”
It’s what I want too. “Yes. Hell, yes. I want to spend every day with you.” I know about Christopher’s family, about how alone in the world he truly is. I want to give him what he doesn’t have. “I want to be your family, babe.”
His eyes look a little glassy as he visibly swallows. “Fuck yes, you’re my family. Now go get me that damn cock ring before I get too emotional.”
Knowing he needs a moment to gather himself, I immediately pop up off the couch. “Yes, boss.”
“That’s my nickname,” he tells me as I head toward my bedroom to retrieve the shopping bag. “Boss. You can just keep right on calling me boss because I fucking love that. That’s a direct order.”
I smirk. “Yes, boss. Hell, yes.”
CHAPTER 23
Christopher
“Mr. Davis,I have that report you wanted.”
I look up as Finley comes into my office.
I grip my pen a little tighter. I never should’ve made her call me Mr. Davis during sex. Now, every time she does it, it punches me low and hot in the gut.
She’s not saying it flirtatiously. She hasn’t said it flirtatiously since Friday night.
She’s been a good girl that way.
Or a bad girl.
I have very mixed emotions about it. About her.
Actually, that’s not true. I know how I feel about her. I want her. I care about her. And I miss her. Just like Evan does.
A week. It’s been a week since Finley spent the night with Evan and me. This is our fifth day in the office since then, and she hasn’t flirted, or stood too close, or even held my gaze too long.
