“I don’t know. Four? Five? I try to match them with my pants, so I have every color. I hate panty lines.”
“Fuck me,” he muttered, dragging a hand over his chin.
“That’s the plan.”
He groaned when I grabbed my icing bag and leaned close to the cake.
I bit back a grin.
Finn lookedlike he was in pain when I finally put the lid on my cake dome twenty minutes later.
“You might want to bring a change of clothes,” he said. “And a toothbrush. It’ll be a couple days.”
“I’ll bring a bag so it’s easy to take everything back.”
He nodded.
I pulled on an oversized pink shirt that mostly worked as a dress, then threw a few things in a random purse and slung it over my shoulder. After a stop in the kitchen to grab my fancy new cake, I headed into the garage.
Finn followed me to my car. “I can drive you.”
“It’ll be easier to make a clean break and keep things friendly if I have my own vehicle.” I leaned over the driver’s seat to carefully set my cake on the passenger’s.
Finn rumbled behind me. His hands lifted, like he was going to touch me, then lowered.
“Just grab my ass. It’ll make everything less awkward,” I advised.
He let out a harsh breath. “You sure?”
“Yeah. You’ve got free reign for a few days. Touch me however you want.”
His hands met my backside, hesitant at first. They smoothed over the skin before he finally squeezed.
I pulled my shirt up a little higher to give him better access. When his hands gripped my bare ass, we groaned together.
“I’d better let go, or we’re never going to leave,” Finn gritted out.
“That’s probably for the best,” I said breathlessly.
He squeezed my backside again instead of releasing it.
I rocked against his erection, just a little, and he swore. “I’ll fucking lose it if you keep going like that.”
“Maybe we just need to take the edge off a little.”
“Emmy…” he warned.
“We can start with hand stuff, if you’re worried about taking it too fast. I—fuck,” I breathed, when he leaned closer and one of his hands slid roughly into the front of my thong. His touch was nothing but smooth as he dragged a slow circle around my clit.
“You’re so fucking wet.” His voice was low and gravelly. I could feel my slickness on the insides of my thighs. It was filthy—and hot.
“Ohhh damn.” I rocked my ass against his cock while he worked me slowly.
It wasn’t long before I was coming hard. He bit down on my shoulder lightly to muffle his groans, not piercing my skin as he came too.
“Fuck. Sorry.” His chest rose and fell hard against my back, and he started to pull his hand away.
I held it in place and met his eyes over my shoulder “Why are you apologizing?”
