Ken cups the side of her face. This time, she leans in and licks his thumb. She pulls it into her mouth and begins to suck, keeping her eyes on me. My heart pumps. I’m both jealous and excited, my erection straining against my zipper.
“My willing doll,” I murmur, love and arousal churning through me. Her expression softens. We’re speaking another language.Ourlanguage. There’s no one else in the room.
I get closer for my shot. Ken is hard. When a hot, sexy blonde sucks on your thumb, it’s inevitable. I’ve had her hot mouth around my fingers, I know how good it feels.
Halston’s breasts jiggle under her t-shirt as she gets more into it. One word from me could end this. He’d take his hand back. I get to decide when and where and how far it can go, andthat’swhat’s getting me off about this.
I’ve seen enough. Now I want to act.
“We have what we need,” I say without warning.
Halston releases Ken’s thumb and sits back on her calves. With one look, I know what she needs. What she’ll always need. None of this means anything to her without me.
“What?” Ken asks.
“That’s good for tonight.” I set my camera on the desk and head for the door. “Come with me, and I’ll get you your check.”
“But we’ve barely started,” he points out.
I turn back to him. From the corner of my eye, I can see Halston still on her knees, her cheeks bright pink as she practically vibrates. My girl’s ready for me, and I’m losing patience. “And?”
“Nothing. Never mind,” Ken says when he sees the look on my face. He throws a wave in Halston’s direction. “See you.”
I open the door, let Ken exit first, then turn back to Halston and point to the couch. “Hands and knees. Now.”
I walk Ken out, nabbing the envelope with his check from the kitchen table. He says something along the lines ofnext time, but I’m barely listening. I’m so hard, my ears are ringing. “Yeah, sounds good,” I say, nearly shoving him out the door.
When I return to the studio, Halston’s in position on the sofa. She looks over her shoulder, tracking me with her eyes. “Is he gone?”
I come up behind her, reach around, and unbutton her pants.
“Finn?”
I yank her jeans and underwear down by their waistbands, just enough to bare her pussy to me. I take out my cock and run it up her wet slit. She must’ve enjoyed that more than she let on.
“I didn’t want it,” she says, almost pleads. “What I wrote, I thought maybe . . .maybeI might . . . but when his hands were on me, I didn’t want him.”
I know, baby, I know. “Tell me what you do want.”
“Just you.”
She nearly drips onto the crown of my dick. I slam into her, and she jolts forward. “Oh, God,” she cries. “Finn. I only want you to touch me. Only you inside me.”
I rear back and thrust again, vaulting her face into the cushion. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she says, her cheek pressed against the sofa. “You’re all I need.”
I mold one hand to the curve of her ass, spreading my fingers over her lower back, and give it to her harder than I ever have. I circle her clit with my two favorite fingers, relishing the way she writhes. I lose myself in her, so much so that I’m not even sure if she comes. I only know I’m not going to wait another second to lay claim to what’s mine. To let her know I’m not going anywhere. To leave my mark for any other fucker who might come sniffing around.
I hold her hips in place as I give her a few solid drives and erupt inside her, filling her as deeply and completely as I can. I keep her there while I milk myself, making sure to empty every last drop in her.
She breathes in body-wracking shudders. “You came,” she rasps. “You came inside me.”
“I know.” I stare down at her. “I don’t want you ever questioning that you’re mine.”
29
Finn isn’t expecting me this early, so I make noise as I enter the apartment. Even though it’s officially been over a week, I’m not quite used to living with someone yet. “Finn?” I call as I remove my coat.
