Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
“Josslyn, what the fuck? What’s taking so long? Are you taking a shit?”
“What?” I squeak. “No! I’ll be right there.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
Finn’s eyes spark with amusement as he glances up and starts swirling his tongue over my clit, through my folds, and into my hole. My head hits the wall behind me with a thud as my legs wobble. He’s trying to make me scream. He really doesn’t give a fuck.
“No. Don’t wait,” I shout. “I’m okay, really. I’ll be right there.”
“Tate is here.”
Finn stills, pulling back as I let go of his hair with shaky hands. “What do you mean he’s here?”
“He flew back early,” he says, and I hear him, or someone, peeing in a stall nearby. After the toilet flushes, Dame continues. “He’s trying to get into the VIP area. I guess you posted a video and he saw it.”
Great. I knew my live posts would come back to bite me in the ass one day. I open my mouth to say something, but Finn’s mouth is on me again. A powerful shudder flows through me and makes me forget my words. He moves one of his hands to join his tongue, pushing two fingers inside me and curling them in a way that makes my eyes roll back and my breath shudder.
“Oh, fuck, right there,” I whisper, unable to hold back. I grip his hair again. “Get him to leave. I’ll be right there,” I shout, bucking against Finn’s mouth.
“All right. Text me if you need anything,” Dame responds.
He’s not an idiot, he knows I’m not alone. I know he’s waiting for a sign that I’m in distress. When I don’t give him one, he finally walks away and leaves.
I inhale sharply and tug Finn’s hair hard, earning a deep groan from him that really shouldn’t turn me on even more. “Finn. What the hell!?”
He pulls away with a raised eyebrow. “You want me to stop?”
“No,” I growl, annoyed at myself and this entire situation, but he lets go of me and stands up. “Seriously?” I squeak, lowering my leg to stand up straight against the wall. This time, he lets me.
Finn pulls out his phone, which pisses me off even more. I’m two seconds from making myself come, but for some inexplicable reason, I wait. He types furiously. When he puts his phone away, his hungry eyes rake over me.
“I didn’t tell you to lower your leg.”
“I … you…” I take a shaky breath. “You were on your phone!”
“And?” He closes the distance between us again and presses his lips to the sensitive spot underneath my ear, where my pulse is undoubtedly out of control. “You didn’t think I was done, did you?”
He gives himself enough space to grip my ass and lift me onto the counter, making an appreciative sound when my legs spread open automatically.
“Good girl.” He spreads my folds with his calloused fingers and licks his lips. His eyes flick to mine briefly. “Now, don’t fucking move.”
He dives right back in between my legs and devours me like his life depends on it.
15
FINN
I’ve had Josslyn’s phone number for a while, but I hadn’t put it to good use until this morning when I sent her the footage I have of that night at Onyx. It’s confusing and brings more questions than answers, but it’s enough. I don’t like that I’m still waiting for her to respond two hours later. It’s ten in the morning, though, and with the night she had, I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t see the text till noon. The image of her legs spread in the stall last night makes me palm my now hard dick over my boxer briefs. I’ve already jacked off twice to the memory, which is as many times as I made her come before we went back to the party separately.
By then, security had already escorted her ex out of the lounge, and I wasn’t planning on sticking around much longer, but then she entranced me with her dancing. The way her tits bounced and hips swayed made me wish I could drag her downstairs and make good on my suggestion. Every movement, every smile, every laugh all put me in a mood. The way she lives inside my brain puts me in a mood.
I’ve never gone down on a woman twice and gone out of my way to make sure we saw each other again. On the contrary, my M.O. is to fuck people I know I’ll never see again. Yet there I was, watching her take pictures with people and fend off guys who seemed to have a fucking death wish with the way they were touching her. Every time a new one approached her, she glanced over at me. Whatever she saw on my face made her smile, which is ludicrous considering I’d crafted and honed my blank expression. Nevertheless, she’d take one look at me and shut down their advances.