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I quickly straighten up, wiping my mouth. I look over my shoulder before lifting Finn’s legs to the floor and standing.
“Hey, Pipsqueak. Go back to bed, and I’ll be right there, ok?” I call out.
Finn sits up and grabs her panties, standing quickly to shove her feet through and pull them up. I face her, planting a quick kiss on her lips before turning away. I don’t make it two steps before I’m back, dragging her to me by the back of her neck and sweeping my tongue into her mouth. One taste was not fucking enough. My cock is painfully hard in my sweatpants.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur against her lips. “Give me ten minutes?”
She nods breathlessly. “Of course. Go.”
I take the stairs two at a time, adjusting my junk as I go. Paige is standing in the darkened doorway of my room, and she turns to face me when she hears me behind her.
“Daddy, where were you?” she asks, sleepily rubbing her eyes.
I pull her to me and run a hand over her hair, before crouching in front of her. “I was getting a drink downstairs.” I hate how easily the lie rolls off my tongue, but I obviously can’t tell her the truth.
“I can’t go back to sleep,” she says, her bottom lip quivering. “Can you lay with me?”
I nod. “Of course, I can, sweetheart.”
Guiding her back to her room, I catch sight of Finn waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I nod, letting her know I’ll come to her when I’m finished.
Chapter 33
Finnley
I pull open mybedroom door to find Hudson on the other side, hair disheveled and sexy as fuck. The second my eyes land on his lips, my cheeks heat. I can still feel his tongue on me.
He steps inside, quietly closing the door behind him. He takes my hand and leads me to the bed. Instead of kissing me, he tugs me down to sit and meets my eyes. I know before he even speaks that our fun is over. At least for tonight.
“I should go back to my room,” he starts, and then pulls on the back of his neck like he does when he’s nervous or unsure. “If she wakes up again—”
“I understand,” I say, but it’s hard to keep the disappointment out of my voice.
He blows out a breath. “I’m sorry.” He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and brings our foreheads together.
“It’s really ok,” I say, brushing my thumb over the back of his other hand, where it rests on my thigh. As much as I want to be with him, Paige’s happiness comes first. “Did she mention Tristen?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No, but I’m sure that’s why she woke up. It’s subconscious, but I know Tristen is a trigger for her.”
Hudson has mentioned multiple times that Paige sometimes has a hard time after a conversation with her mom. If she spoke to Tristen more often, it might not be so bad, but getting that woman to be consistent in anything other than being absent would take an act of God.
“I’m sorry she got so upset with you,” I whisper, our lips inches apart.
He nods, then lifts his chin. “I can take it.” He presses a kiss to my lips, pulling me against him. I go willingly, throwing my leg over his to straddle his lap. He groans when I sit my weight on him, and I can feel how hard he is again.
“I really didn’t picture this night ending with me jerking off,” he jokes.
“You want a quick blow job?” I ask, with a cheeky grin.
He runs his thumb over my jaw, eyes dropping to my mouth and then back up, gaze blazing. “The first time you wrap those puffy lips around my cock, there better not be anything quick about it.”
The light is dim in here, but I’m sure I’m blushing like mad. “Yes, sir.” I throw up a little salute.
His cock twitches beneath me and he groans. “Damn. New kink unlocked.”
“You want me to call you ‘sir?’” I tease, looking up at him through my lashes. “Maybe get on my knees and wait for you when you come in the door?”
The low noise he makes in his throat drops a thudding, warm pulse beat straight to my clit.
