Suddenly, I’m very aware of where I am. I’ve been gone for a while now. Soon enough, someone will start looking.
Finn’s eyes darken. “Set your foot on the fucking counter.”
I don’t know what it is about his commands that make me—the person who would rather die before I let a man control me—instantly comply. I grab onto the counter and lift my foot carefully. I’m so thankful I wore these block heels, and that I used those wipes earlier. He lets out a huffed laugh, shaking his head as he takes in the sight of me and walks back over.
“You should be illegal in every fucking continent.” He steps between my open legs and pushes me against the wall, gripping my thigh and waist. My hands fly to his shoulders as his eyes meet mine. “Relax, I won’t let you fall.”
I don’t trust this man for a second, but right now, falling is the last thing on my mind. If I fall, I fucking fall. My eyes screw shut when he leans in and kisses the side of my neck, his lips moving slowly down my body, gently, slowly, like we have all night to do this.
When he reaches my breast, he bites my nipple lightly over the fabric and lets out a breath that makes me shiver. “Another time.”
Another time? I’m not going to ruin this by reminding him of his own rule. As it is, this is our second time. Or does he not count it unless we’re actually fucking? His lips on my inner thigh drown all of my thoughts. My grip tightens as he moves lower. When he crouches in front of me, I’m forced to let go. He nips my inner thigh and presses a wet kiss over each spot. He repeats this until he’s directly in front of my pussy. I sink my fingers into his hair and throw my head back when he licks me. He groans against me, the sound vibrating through me as he licks and sucks my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper-shout, legs shaking slightly when he does it again.
“Josslyn?”
We both freeze at the sound of Damian’s voice. My head lifts from the wall and Finn rocks back. I take my hands off his hair and try to straighten as he stands, but he grips my hip and thigh, keeping me splayed open for him.
“Get rid of him.”
“How?” My eyes widen. “I can’t.”
Finn’s eyes narrow as he steps between my legs and grinds against me, the friction making me bite my lip. I fight to not throw my head back again. What I wouldn’t do for him to just fuck me already. When Dame says my name again, I grip Finn’s arm in warning, but he grinds again.
“Get fucking rid of him,” he whispers harshly, bringing one hand between my legs. “Unless you want him to hear you screaming my name.”
“Joss?”
I clear my throat, heart pounding harder now. “Yeah. I’m in here.”
“Are you okay?”
I open my mouth to respond, but I shut it and bite my lip hard when Finn crouches between my legs again. He licks me, then flattens his tongue against my clit, keeping it that way as he grabs my hips and moves me against it. I grip two fistfuls of his hair as he does this, my stomach clenching with the friction.
“Josslyn, what the fuck? What’s taking so long? Are you taking a shit?”
“What?” I squeak. “No! I’ll be right there.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
Finn’s eyes spark with amusement as he glances up and starts swirling his tongue over my clit, through my folds, and into my hole. My head hits the wall behind me with a thud as my legs wobble. He’s trying to make me scream. He really doesn’t give a fuck.
“No. Don’t wait,” I shout. “I’m okay, really. I’ll be right there.”
“Tate is here.”
Finn stills, pulling back as I let go of his hair with shaky hands. “What do you mean he’s here?”
“He flew back early,” he says, and I hear him, or someone, peeing in a stall nearby. After the toilet flushes, Dame continues. “He’s trying to get into the VIP area. I guess you posted a video and he saw it.”
Great. I knew my live posts would come back to bite me in the ass one day. I open my mouth to say something, but Finn’s mouth is on me again. A powerful shudder flows through me and makes me forget my words. He moves one of his hands to join his tongue, pushing two fingers inside me and curling them in a way that makes my eyes roll back and my breath shudder.
“Oh, fuck, right there,” I whisper, unable to hold back. I grip his hair again. “Get him to leave. I’ll be right there,” I shout, bucking against Finn’s mouth.
“All right. Text me if you need anything,” Dame responds.
He’s not an idiot, he knows I’m not alone. I know he’s waiting for a sign that I’m in distress. When I don’t give him one, he finally walks away and leaves.
