Dear God, why? “For trying to kill me with orgasms?” Finn turned his head so they were face-to-face. Well. Lips-to-forehead, anyway. Sitting on Robbie’s lap gave him a height advantage.
Robbie puffed a sigh against Finn’s shoulder, then looked up. “I didn’t mean to call you babygirl without asking?”
Welp. Finn could feel the flush crawling up his ears. “Um. I liked it.”
Robbie pinched his waist through the robe. “I noticed.”
Finn slouched a little, the better to be cuddled. “Mm. Chalk it up to a happy accident, then.”
Taking the hint, Robbie shifted them into a loungier position, with Finn’s ass in the corner of the sofa, his torso leaning against Robbie’s body, his legs thrown over Robbie’s lap. “Was it?”
“Fishing for compliments?” Finn teased lightly, toying with a stray lock of Robbie’s hair. But—well. If Robbie was worried about it, Finn might as well confess. He ducked his head. “I, um. I always kind of wanted to….” How did you even finish that sentence?Always wanted to be intentionally misgendered in bed?Finn wasn’t a girl. But being called one by someone who knew he wasn’t, in the right circumstances, apparently fried his brain. “Never knew how to ask.”
Robbie ran his hand up Finn’s thigh in a tease. “You been thinking about it, cutie? Wanting your… top to whisper dirty things?”
Finn squirmed. “Something like that. The—the being good isn’t a new thing.” He bit his lip but looked Robbie straight in the eye. “I’ve never been picky about gender in my partners. Only their bossiness,” he added coyly.
Both of Robbie’s hands squeezed and he groaned softly. “You just keep getting more and more perfect.” A slow teasing smile curved his lips. “So, bi? Pan? Pan and a bottom. What dirty pegging fantasies you must have.”
Okay, that accusation was just rude. It was one hundred percent accurate and awfully mean to bring up when neither of them was ready for another round. “Robbie,” he whined.
Robbie chuckled and leaned in for a slow, sensual kiss.
“So,” Robbie said several long moments later after releasing his mouth, but not before one last little nibble to Finn’s bottom lip.
“So?”
“Since all this could get you fired, we should probably lay out the ground rules.”
“Right. Uh. Well, no one can know—so as normal on set, around others. Uh, not at my place—Holly lives there, owns it actually, and we can’t give her reason to butt in.” He winced.
“Yeah. We should probably avoid mine too—teenagers and summer vacation.” Robbie pulled a face.
Finn nodded and tried not to think about having to hide from Robbie’s kid.
“Such a shame we’ll just have to keep meeting in hotel rooms,” Robbie purred, though he didn’t try to start anything.
Finn gulped. “Gonna keep booking rooms midday to fuck your mistress?” he tried to joke, not thinking about all that implied until Robbie’s grip tightened and his eyes went dark.
“Yeah? You like that? Wanna be my mistress, Finn?”
Finn whimpered and squirmed. “Okay, playing at dirty secret is definitely a turn-on.”
“Yeah?”
“Yup.” Despite the two orgasms not even an hour ago, his cock was rising.
“Fuck. Okay, we should talk about—”
Before he could finish, Robbie’s phone chimed, and he swore. “Shit, that’s Sawyer’s ringtone.”
Finn lifted his legs without protest, and Robbie lunged across the room.
“Hel—Sawyer? Sawyer, what? Is that—is that afire alarm?” His voice rose in pitch, and Finn shot to his feet. “What? Sawyer, are you okay? I don’t give a fuck about the house right now,are you hurt?” A pause, and Finn started gathering up Robbie’s clothes for him, handing them over one piece at a time so Robbie could redress with his phone pinched between shoulder and ear. “Okay, okay, so no fire. But— Firetruck? The alarm calls if it’s on too long.Sawyer, go open the door before they break it down. They’re not going to be mad they got called out for an extra-crispy pizza.”
Robbie dropped his phone on the bed and quickly skimmed into his shirt and pulled on his socks and Chelsea boots. He scooped his phone back up just as Sawyer’s tinny voice floated up from the speakers. “Robbie, they’re in the kitchen.”
“Okay, Sawyer, good, I’m on my way home. Give me one sec.” He brought the phone away from his face and muted the call. “I’m so sorry—”
