Page 45 of Once Bitten

“Hi,” I turned to him when he slid out of his briefs and into the bed naked next to me, I held out my hand. “I’m Kara and I’m going to be around for the next five days. Wanna be my tour guide?”

His face broke out into the same cocky, gorgeous grin I’d known for 25 years and he took my hand,

“Mais oui, mademoiselle, je m’appelle Finn, I know Paris very well, I bet there are some things I can show you around here,” he pressed a kiss to my hand before pulling it under the covers and placed it on his hardening cock. “We do have something new that’s being erected as we speak.”

I ran my fingertips down the growing length of his shaft and grazed his balls, watching his eyes flutter closed, as he gently moaned.

“Oh yes, this is very good place to start, we shall spend some time here I think.” I whispered, my voice already husky with lust.

“Oui, Mademoiselle, we French believe in doing things very thoroughly, you must be sure not to miss a thing.” He continued to joke as he settled back on the bed, enjoying the ministrations of my hand.

That was the very problem; I was going to miss this very much.

***

Finn’s breath was steady and warm against the back of my bare neck. In and out, in and softly out. I woke gently, not startled awake be either phone ring or alarm bell, but just because my body was rested. Which was ironic considering how much more rest I thought I would’ve needed after last night.

I pulled on the tanned arm around my waist, wriggling back against Finn, wanting to envelope myself even more in the cocoon of his body. I don’t know why I felt so safe there.

“Mmmummhmmmmdon’tgo,” Finn mumbled sleepily, before pressing a kiss on my shoulder.

“Not yet, but soon, we have to get ready for our first meeting at 10,” I said, even though I would’ve given it all up to stay there with him.

He was beginning to turn into a bad influence on lil’ square ol’ Kara.

“Fuck ‘em,” Finn retorted and pulled me in tighter against him.

“Ok. You first. Which one do you like? Michel?”

He growled and suddenly sprang awake, pushing me onto the bed and crawling on top of me, “no, I’ll only be fucking you. And you won’t be fucking any of them either.” He dug his fingers into my sides, already finding that tickling me was one of his favorite pastimes.

“Finn, no!” I screeched, writhing under him, trying to avoid his poking fingers but too weak from laughing. “Stop it! Hahaha!”

“No, Mademoiselle needs to know that we French tour guides don’t like sharing with ze French manwhoooores,” he said, his attack relentless as he sat back on my legs, trapping them while his fingers found the sensitive spots on my ribs making me howl.

“Finn! Stop-” I begged.

BRRRING!!!! The shrill, loud ring of the phone by the bed startled us. Finn slid off my legs, pressing a soft kiss on my bare stomach as he leaned over to pick up the phone receiver.

“Yes?” He winked at me and I blushed, still not used to his attention on me.

“Oh. I see. Right now?” He slid off the bed, clamping the phone between his chin and shoulder as he reached for the briefs he’d slipped out of after making love to me last night.

“Yes, please tell h-, erm, please tell them I will be right down. Do you have a conference room we can borrow for a few minutes?”

I could only make out Finn’s side of the conversation, but it was clear he was about to leave, I grabbed the sheet I’d brought with me from the floor and wrapped it around me, and made for the door just as Finn returned the receiver to the phone cradle.

“Kara.”

“It’s ok,” I kept walking, waving at him, trying to be cool, “I have go get ready for work.”

“Kara, I...um, look I’ll be back in 10 minutes, tops. Wait for me.”

Something in his voice made me turn around, or maybe it was something in my heart.

“Finn, it’s ok. “

“Please,” he pleaded.