I lean over the chair and open his reply.
Are you wearing them now?
My face flushes. I don’t know if I should respond—or how. I test out responses in my head.
No, you pervert.
No, my boyfriend already took them off.
No, I’m naked under here.
“What’s that?” Finn asks from behind me.
My heart jumps into my throat.Fuck. Now I look guilty. I stand up straight. “Some guy e-mailed you asking about the photo of me in the stockings. I replied to be nice, but . . . his answer was . . .”
Finn hugs me from behind and reads over my shoulder. He chuckles. “Pervert.”
“Exactly my thought.”
“Can I blame him? Nobody likes those tights as much as I do.” Finn nibbles my ear. “Fuck, this blanket is soft. I just want to rub my dick on it.”
I smile. “What’s stopping you?”
“Good point.” He keeps one arm around me while presumably removing his underwear. Next thing I feel is his length through the throw as he slides up and down the crack of my ass.
“Please don’t ruin it, though,” I add.
He clears some of my hair from my shoulder and kisses my neck. “I wouldn’t waste a good load on a blanket.”
My stomach clenches remembering how Finn came all over my backside. It was a first for me, and a power play that I surprisingly loved. He’s done it once more on my stomach. “For a man who wouldn’t get within five feet of me without a condom on, you’ve reallycomearound to not using one.”
“Because I love to feel you,” he whispers in my ear. “Reminds me that you’re mine.”
Goosebumps rise over my skin. I have nowhere to look but at the computer, so I notice right away when a small box pops up in the corner of the screen.
Jack has invited you to chat
“Huh.”
“What?” Finn asks.
“Look. That guy wants to talk to me.”
“Wonder what he could possibly want to say.”
So do I. Maybe he’s going to ask about another picture. I wiggle an arm free and bend forward to accept his invitation.
Jack: If I promise not to ruin them, will you leave them on?
“I was being facetious,” Finn says. He stops touching me. “What’s he talking about?”
“The stockings.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
I get the chills. A total stranger wants to fuck me. Right? Why else would he send a message like that? I realize that in all likelihood, there might be several strangers who feel that way.
Finn runs his hand down my front, parts the blanket, and feels me. “You’re wet.”
