“I signed the papers.” I take a step forward.
“I know what you signed, and I know what you think you want.” His eyes fall to my wrist briefly. “I’m asking for your consent, because once you give it to me, you’re mine for the night to do with as I please.”
I let out a shaky breath. “Okay.”
“Just like that?” He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t even know what I want to do to you.”
“I don’t care,” I say on a shaky exhale. “I just want you to dosomething.”
His eyes flash, and for a moment, I think he’s going to tell me to watch my tone or something. What he ends up saying is much more shocking.
6
JOSSLYN
“Get on your knees.”
“Wh … what?” My eyes widen. I’m pretty sure I heard him say…
“I want you on your knees.”
I stare at him with a frown on my face, but something about the fire in his eyes makes me slowly sink down. The hardwood floor is cold, but I remain still, waiting. What the fuck is wrong with me that I’m on my knees for a man? I don’t know, and I don’t care. If Tate asked me to do this, I’m pretty sure I’d laugh in his face, but Finn…
He swivels the seat closer to me, his eyes on mine the entire time as he sits and leans back against the chair. His long legs are in a wide stance. The illuminating light above makes him look almost sinister.
“Crawl to me,” he says in a low growl.
I don’t even hesitate. I freaking crawl. I stop when I’m at eye level with the bulge between his legs. A very large bulge. My breath hitches again, knowing that it’s because of me. I sit back on my heels and look up at him. He leans forward slightly, bringing hishand to my face. As he runs the tips of his fingers from my hairline to my chin, I shut my eyes. The calluses on his fingertips make me bite my lip to keep from moving. He cups my face and brings his thumb over my lip, making me release it from my teeth. My eyes pop open and I nearly pass out at the way he’s looking at me now, as he swipes the pad of his thumb softly over my lips.
“This is a one-time thing.”
“I know.”
“I mean it.” He tilts my chin up slightly. “No asking my sister about me, no calls, no texts. Nothing. Just this, tonight, and that’s it.”
“I know. I get it.” I hold his gaze as my tongue darts out of my mouth and rolls around his thumb, making him hiss.
He puts his thumb inside and fucks my mouth with it, his eyes darkening with each lick and bite I give him. All too soon, he pulls it out and widens his stance even more.
“Stand up.”
I comply.
He puts his hands on the backs of my thighs and bends his head slightly, my knees hitting the front of the chair he’s sitting on as he pulls me closer to his face. He runs his rough hands up my legs slowly, hitching my dress all the way up to my waist, leaving my lace thong exposed. His left hand slides to the front of my thigh, and he uses the same thumb that was just in my mouth to swipe over my mound. I set my hands on his shoulders to keep myself from falling.
“That feels so good.” I let out a shaky breath.
His hand stops moving but remains there as he glances up at me. I don’t know what he sees or what he’s thinking, but he seems to make up his mind about something, as he helps me slide my panties off. He lets me take my heels off and brings me right back to where I was, sliding my dress up slowly as he plants kisses on my thighs, my hips, and my waist, until the dress reaches my head. He pulls away to lift it over my arms and head, exposing my naked chest.
“Fuck.” He squeezes one of my breasts and runs that same finger over my sensitive nipple.
I shiver hard at the motion and yelp when he pinches it. He doesn’t let me get a word out, because his mouth is back on me, sucking my abdomen and biting me right underneath my breasts. My eyes fly to the window, at the people slightly beneath us who are all over the couches, chairs, floor, and chaises fucking and doing other things. I look away quickly before my eyes find Tate. Finn pulls back, looks at the window, and then at me.
He starts turning his chair so he’s facing the window, and I walk with him as he does, still between his legs.
“Turn around.”
My breath falters. “No.”
