Fuck me. What a stupid thing to say. Why did I ask that?
“No, you’re not.” He shook his head again, and the warmth of his palm pressed against one cheek. “At least, I don’t want you to be.”
He stared for the longest moment ever. I tried to breathe while I waited for what might come next. I really tried.
“If we do this here and now, in this place, like two teenagers smoking joints under the bleachers . . . I don’t want it to be that way with you, Finn.”
The way his voice hitched, it did something to me. I felt his words. Moreso, I saw them in his eyes.
“But a blow job is okay?”
He kissed me again, his grin a tickle against my lips.
“Not anymore. Not now that . . . now that I . . . just not now. Not here. Okay?”
I didn’t have a chance to reply or argue or beg him to finish what he’d started. My whole body wanted him to finish, wantedmeto finish. But he was already gathering my shorts and shirt, holding them up to me from where he kneeled on the floor. Reluctantly, I grabbed my shorts and climbed into them.
Then he helped me into my shirt.
I think that might’ve been the most intimate thing I’d felt in years.
He actually helped me dress.
“It’s a big night for the bar. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?” came out more pathetic than I intended.
He rose and kissed me again. “I promise.”
Chapter 31
Chase
“My booth” became available thirty seconds after Finn and I returned from the back office. I didn’t need to ask how that bit of magic had occurred. The two guys who’d been sitting there took one look at Finn’s face and immediately moved with their drinks, grinning like they’d just witnessed something hilarious.
And they probably had.
I settled into the booth and tried to look casual. Then I realized there hadn’t been a mirror in Finn’s office, and my hair likely looked likeithad actually fucked someone’s brains out despite the rest of my body resisting the urge. I licked my palm and tried to smooth it out, mash it into some semblance of acceptability. The last thing I needed was for the world—and especially Finn’s coworkers—to catch on to what had just happened.
Like I hadn’t just been seconds away from fuckingFinn against a desk in the back office.
Like my heart wasn’t still racing.
Like I could still form coherent thoughts that didn’t involve Finn’s mouth or slick cock or tight, warm hole . . . or the way he’d looked at me when I’d said no.
TheHorny Rivalstheme song blared from the TVs, and the entire bar erupted in cheers.
I pulled out my phone, pretending to check emails, but just stared at the screen while my brain tried to reboot.
What the hell had I just done?
I’d stopped us.
I’d actually stopped us.
Finn had been naked and begging me to fuck him, and I’d wanted nothing more than to do exactly that, but it had felt wrong.
Not wrong wrong.
