Page 109 of Finn Rhodes Forever

Did I care? Not even a little.

He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and my mind slurred, drunk on lust. “Thought you said no touching,” I called over the music.

“That was just a suggestion.”

His mouth dropped to mine and the noise from the crowd turned deafening. Every person in that place must have been screaming. The windows were probably shaking. Noise roared to the rafters, but I was consumed by the taste of Finn, his tongue in my mouth, stroking me, firm and unrelenting, hungry and needy. His hands in my hair. His warm skin brushing mine.

His kiss felt like sex and I needed more.

My hands were in his hair, on his chest, raking down his back. He groaned as my nails scratched him, and I hoped I left marks.

Good. Show everyone. Let everyone see that I desperately wanted to fuck him and be fucked by him.

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I didn’t seeFinn after he left the stage, but I thought about him all night. I thought about him as we went for drinks at the cocktail bar of a hotel in Queen’s Cove. I thought about him as I got a ride home. And I thought about him as I stepped inside my apartment.

Was he inside his apartment, thinking about me?

A pressure tugged between my legs and my eyebrows pinched together in frustration. I threw the flimsy lock closed and raced to my room, not even bothering to close my bedroom door before flopping on my duvet. My hand slipped under my dress.

The first brush of my fingers sent a warm squeeze of pleasure through me, and my back arched. I let out a long, slow breath, closing my eyes and thinking about Finn between my legs. Thinking about him bending me over the bar, stroking me, spanking me, and licking my pussy. The groan he let out when he tasted me, how his mouth vibrated against my clit. The way he took control and made me take my pleasure. I thought about him kissing me tonight, how hot his tattoos had looked on display. I shuddered, moving my fingers in fast, light circles, dragging wetness over my clit. My skin was fire and ice, and I squirmed.

God, being fucked by Finn was going to be so good. Sofuckinggood. His cock was thick and I remembered how it had felt for him to push inside me. Seeing the expression on his face as he stroked into me would send me over the edge. Even now, even imagining it, I was soaked.

An idea formed in my head and I stopped. My own wicked smile stretched across my face as I reached for my phone.

I opened up a new text to Finn and hit the button to record a voice note.

Danger thrilled through my blood as I touched myself, heightening every sensation. The phone caught every gasp, every moan, every whimper as I edged toward my climax. I bit hard into my lip, grinning at the picture of Finn’s expression in my mind as he listened to it.

“Finn,” I moaned as my fingers worked faster.

Finn might be the devil, but I could be, too.

With Finn on my mind and my hand between my legs, I found my release. White heat arced through me, blinding me, and my hips bucked as the waves of warmth and tension and pleasure crashed through me.

I sighed back into the pillows and hit send before typingListen to that alone. A chuckle slipped out of me as I stared at the text conversation.

He was going to lose his mind. My smile stretched and I sighed again, relaxed but not fully sated. Nothing was quite as good as sex with Finn.

I lay there for a few moments, catching my breath and willing myself to get up and get ready for bed with no success.

A noise in the hallway caught my attention. Footsteps.

Three loud, booming knocks on my front door. My eyes went wide and my pulse turned erratic.

“Olivia.” His voice was thick. “Let me in right now.”

Hand over my mouth, I laughed silently, butterflies tumbling around my stomach at his dangerous tone. He could wait. This game was too fun.

With a crack, the door burst open. I sat straight up, eyes wide as I took in the splintered doorframe, and Finn stepped inside my apartment, eyes blazing.

“I’ll fix that tomorrow,” he said in a low voice, eyes raking over me where I lay in the middle of the bed like a present to him.

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