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Sadie

The knock on my door comes before I’ve even had a chance to change clothes. I’ve toed off my shoes and am sitting on the sofa greeting my kitties. I stand up and go to my front door, peering through the peephole.

There’s Finn, standing with one arm braced on the door and the other on his hip. He looks impossibly broad and masculine in that pose and for a single breath, I imagine he’s come here fully intending to seduce me. To be the object of his desire must be a heady experience.

“Sadie, come on, I know you’re home. I need to know you’re okay.”

Clearly, I’m not the object of his desire and more the woman who freaked out and left him without a word. He’s just a good guy. Here to check on me. Definitely not to seduce me. Also, when did I start thinking of Jillian’s brother like this?

“I’m okay,” I say through the door. “But I’m not going to let you in. I’m just going to go to bed.”

“Can you tell me what happened? Why did you freak out? Did I do something to hurt or scare you?”

I rest my forehead on my door. “No. It’s nothing like that.”

“Can you just open the door so I can see you?” he asks. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’ll be okay.”

“Sadie,” he says my name like a prayer, a plea.

I want to let him in. I want to open the door and jump into his arms, but none of what happened at the bar was real. He was kissing me for appearances, and I climaxed in his lap.

“To answer your question, yes, I did,” I say. Hoping he’ll know what I mean and I don’t have to say the words.

“You came while we were kissing,” he says. His voice is low and rough. “You were rubbing your sweet pussy against me. Getting friction from my cock right on that needy little button of yours. Yeah?” he asks.

His words are filthy, and I’m surprised by the flood of arousal that soaks into my panties. I would not have thought I’d find a dirty mouth to be such a turn on.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“It was so goddamn sexy. You have no idea,” he says. His voice is a low gravel against my door.

“You thought it was sexy?” I find myself asking.

“Fuck yes. I nearly came in my jeans. Haven’t done that since I was a teenager. Why did you run away though?”

“I was embarrassed. I don’t do that.”

“Don’t make out in public and climax from dry humping?”

I smile at his precise description. “Well, yeah.”

“You were blocked by the curtains and the darkness. No one saw anything,” he says.

“That’s not really what I meant.” I bite down on my lip. How is he missing what I’m telling him. “That was myfirst,” I say, emphasizing that last word.

“First time in public?” he asks.

“Yes, but also just my first.”

“With a partner?”

“First ever, Finn! My first orgasm.”

There is a long pause and I’m so tempted to open the door to see his expression.

“Sadie, are you a virgin?”

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