“Spin around, Way. I need your pussy on my tongue.”
I lost her mouth briefly while she rotated around; her knees coming to rest on either side of my head. Gripping her arse with both hands, I pulled her down until I tasted heaven. Waverly moaned around my dick as my tongue slid through her folds, lapping up every drop of excitement it encountered. The vibration nearly set me off, but it wasn’t until she rolled my balls in the palm of her hand that I decided playtime was over. She needed to come and so did I.
Pulling her clit between my lips, I sucked hard while sliding two fingers deep inside her core. I thrust in and out, twisting my wrist until I found the exact spot which had her detonating. Her pussy rippled and her body shook as a powerful orgasm tore through her. The sight of her pleasure was all it took for my cock to jerk, sending ropes of my cum spilling down her throat.
“That was hot,” she said, collapsing forward, her upper body falling to the bed while her lower half remained draped over mine.
“Mmm,” I grunted in agreement.
Once it didn’t feel like my heart was going to beat out of my chest, I slid out from underneath her, reversing my position in the bed, curling around her from behind. We were a tangle of limbs. I figured there was no time like the present to let her in on a little secret I’d been keeping.
“I put in an offer on the house.” Dead silence. “They accepted earlier today.”
When she didn’t react, I thought either I’d spoken too quietly or she’d fallen asleep. It wasn’t until she slowly rolled over so we were chest to chest that I released the breath I was holding. We’d briefly discussed the option of purchasing the rental. Nothing had been set in stone. Hell, she hadn’t even agreed to officially move in with me. When I thought about the memories we’d made here already, it was a no-brainer. My lawyer drew up the contract, now…
“All it needs is our signatures.”
Ours. Never just mine.
“Finn,” she gasped.
I kept talking before she could find an excuse to say no, or worse, tell me to feck off.
“You told me you didn’t want to miss any of our time together, and I couldn’t agree with you more. My day begins and ends with you, Waverly. Our physical location is just a formality. Can you honestly say after living here with me that you’d want to go back to the way it was before? Living separately?"
“No, I can’t.”
“Then it’s settled.”
“Not so fast, Mr. O’Lachlan.” She stroked a finger down my biceps. “I have a condition, and you might not like it.”
“Okay. Hold that thought.”
Rolling over, I flipped on the lamp next to the bed. Light flooded the room. I rolled back, propping my head on my hand
“Finn,” she whined, squinting her eyes. “Why’d you do that?”
“Formal negotiations can’t be held in the dark.”
“We’re naked. That’s not exactly formal.”
“Depends on who you ask.”
“You’re ridiculous and this is nonnegotiable.”
Leaning forward, I stole a kiss. “I’m a businessman, Agent Mitchell. Everything is negotiable.”
“I’m paying half the mortgage.”
“Done.”
“That easy?”
Avoiding eye contact, I focused on the far wall and mumbled, “Sure.”
She studied me long and hard; no doubt using her FBI training to look for signs of deceit. But she wouldn’t find any because I wasn’t lying. Her jaw moved back and forth, obviously irritated with my response as the wheels of her beautiful mind began to turn. It was only a matter of time before she asked the right question.
“What’s the catch?”
