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“You’re pretty upfront, aren’t you?”

“Just answer the question, Finn. Do you want coffee or not?”

Here it comes. This is it. I lower my head.

“No. I don’t want coffee,” I whisper near her mouth. “I have something else in mind.”

Chapter 9

Jade

IsuspectedthatFinntaking me home could be a prelude for something else. He was pretty confident that something was going to happen between us, and I couldn’t just not give him points for shooting his shot—or attempting to.

I can just tell him to leave, and then I would be getting on with my evening alone. But I can’t bring myself to do it. Somehow, the thought of going inside on my own doesn’t appeal to me. I have a gorgeous specimen of a man in front of me, practically offering me sex, and I’m thinking of turning him down?

I must be crazy.

Taking some courage, I reach back and push the door open.

“Then we’d better get inside,” I say as I grab his jacket. “We don’t want to fall down the stairs, do we?”

Before Finn can respond, I drag him into the apartment. He catches on quickly and kicks the door closed behind him as he pulls me into his arms, kissing me like he needs to breathe. I expect him to be thorough, but this kiss is something else, making my mind go blank.

Damn, I could do this all night. Screw the sex, as long as I can keep kissing him.

My memory kicks in as Finn edges me into the apartment, and I try to remember if my apartment is clean. I know I tidied the kitchen, and I’m sure I put the laundry away. There shouldn’t be anything out that is going to embarrass me.

We’re safe. For now.

Finn growls into my mouth as his hands slide under my skirt, sliding up my thighs.

“I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you in this dress,” he says, cupping my backside with both hands. “You’ve been driving me insane. I wanted to get my hands on you all evening.”

“Well, make the most of it, then.” I am pulled up on my tiptoes as he lifts me against him. “Just don’t expect me to walk much with these heels.”

“They make your legs look really sexy.” Then Finn lifts me off my feet, making me put my legs around his waist. “How’s that?”

At this angle, I’m pressed up against his erection. Damn, he’s impressive. I roll my hips, which leaves both of us groaning. Finn starts kissing my neck, brushing his lips over my skin before getting to that point under my jaw that always sets me off. I let out a moan, and I shudder in his arms. I feel Finn’s smile against my neck.

“You’re pretty expressive, aren’t you?”

“Get me naked, and you’ll find out much more.”

“Impatient, are we?”

I groan and roll my hips against his erection again.

“Damn right, I am. Now, are you going to leave this lady hanging, or will you make sure she finishes this with a smile on her face?”

Finn’s response is to kiss me hard, and we fall onto the couch. His hands push up my dress, sliding under my panties while I unbutton his shirt. I stutter and fumble with a button when his fingers brush over my clit, but I keep going. I yank his shirt out of his pants, only to realize he still has his jacket on. But I don’t want his hand to leave me, not when it’s touching me in a way that’s making my arousal tighten in my stomach.

Finn seems to notice what I need, and his hand leaves me as he gets onto his knees. I start to protest, only for that to fade away when he takes off both his jacket and shirt, tossing them onto the floor. I lick my lips as I look over his firm-looking body, seeing the dusting of hair on his chest that trickles down his belly and into the waistband of his pants. He looks like he works out all the time.

I lean in and start licking across his stomach, my hands exploring his chest and back. Every muscle tenses under my touch, and I hear him groaning as my mouth moves lower. He helps me when I undo his belt, unbuttoning his pants. I have to shift a little as he pushes down his pants, his boxers going with them so that his cock bumps against my chin. He certainly is as big as I was thinking.

My pussy clenches at the thought of having him inside me.

His cock is hard and warm as I close my hand around him. Finn groans, and I watch his eyes close, his head falling forward. As I stroke him, I lick the head of his cock, taking more of him into my mouth while I look up at him. The angle is awkward, but I make it work. And from how Finn is panting, staring down at me, he certainly likes what I’m doing.

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