11. Finn
ELEVEN
FINN
When we stop outside my home office, I turn and face her. She smirks and holds the utensil under my chin, and I want to kiss her until she’s begging me to let her come.
“Is this your lair?” she asks, and I nod.
“It is. I don’t make it a habit to lie, but there’s something else I wasn’t honest with you about.” I run my hand through my hair, knowing I’m going to look like a jackass once I open the door. “You were right the other day about me sounding like the guy who narrated the romance book you were listening to. It probably was me. It’s something I do on the side. Not many people know about it, and it caught me off guard when you said you recognized my voice.”
“I knew it.” Margo pokes my side with the fork. “When you whispered I was a good girl last night, I swear I was having déjà vu.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to think I’m hiding shit from you. I’m not. It’s just…” I shrug and put my hands in my pockets. “Some people might not consider it a career, but it’s damn hard work.”
“I don’t doubt it. How do you get into something like that?”
“It’s a long story that involves a different TikTok video a coworker posted of me.”
“So, what you’re saying is you are internet famous? Got it.”
“I guess, and that’s alarming. I enjoy the gig, but I’m behind schedule on a project I’ve been working on. I should’ve been recording last night, but I got distracted.”
My eyes drop to the hickey I left on her neck. Her skin is already turning a faint purple, and I reach forward and rub my thumb over the mark. Margo sighs and tilts her head to the side, the fork falling from her grasp.
“What were you distracted by?” she murmurs, teasing me when she pulls the hem of the shirt up her thighs so I can see she’s not wearing any underwear. I groan when she drops the cotton and covers herself back up. “Must’ve been important.”
“Very important.” I cup her cheek, and the urge to touch her pulses through me. I might’ve had my fill of her last night, but now that it’s morning, I need her again. I need her over and over again, so I walk her backward until her shoulders press against the wall. I rest my hands next to her head, caging her in, and drop my mouth to her throat. “I know you’re stuck here until the roads clear, but do you mind if I do some work this morning?”
Her breathing hitches, and she rests a warm palm on the center of my chest. Her fingers drag down my skin with sharp nails, and my hips buck forward at the contact. “Can I listen?” she whispers. “I promise I’ll be quiet.”
“It’s really not that exciting.”
“Maybe not, but I’ve always wondered how the narrators get into character. Do you read the book beforehand to get a feel for the person you’re voicing?”
“Some narrators rely on the information sheet the author provides us about the characters and their personalities.” I tuck a piece of her wild hair behind her ear and sink my teeth gently into her neck. “I prefer to read the book. Helps me get in the right headspace and understand the person I’m voicing.”
“That’s so cool.”
“It pays the bills. You really want to listen?”
“I do.” She nods eagerly. “And I promise I won’t make fun of your reading voice. I had your tongue inside me last night, so I’m not one to judge what noises you might make.”
“If you behave, maybe you can have my tongue inside you again when I finish.” Her cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink, and I lower my mouth to hers. I kiss her, wanting to taste her again after going without her for too many hours. “Can you do that, Margo?”
“Yeah.” Margo swallows and drops her hand between us, cupping my half-hard dick. I blow out a shaky breath when she strokes her fingers up and down my length. “Can you , Finn?”
“Yes,” I say, but I forget what we’re talking about because she snaps the waistband of my sweatpants on my skin, and I moan.
“Good boy,” she murmurs, and I almost come on the spot.
“You are a fucking minx.”
“You like it.”
I do like it.
Probably more than I should, because the second the plows come through and clear the streets, she’s out of here and we’ll be over.
I better make the last few hours we have together damn fun. I don’t want her to forget about me.
“Ready to see where I hide all the bodies?” I ask, and she laughs.
“Hack me up, Finn.”
I step away from her because if I stand any closer, I’ll fuck her against the wall. It’s something I’ve been thinking about since last night, but with this deadline looming, I need to focus.
Work first.
Then I can have her.
I turn the knob and nudge the door open with my hip. I hold her hand as we walk inside, and she looks around the room.
I converted the space into a soundproof office so I don’t have to rent a studio or carry my equipment with me anywhere. It’s been fine up to this point, but I’d like something nicer one day, with a little more space and better technology.
“Well?” I ask.
“This is so cool. You have so much gear.” She drags her finger down the body of the shotgun microphone on my desk. “Do you use it all?”
“Depends on what I’m recording, but most of the time, yeah. You’ve listened to audiobooks before; you know any sort of outside noise within the narration can be a distraction.”
“Oh my god. I was listening to a book where I could hear a clock ticking in the background. I thought I was going to lose my mind.”
“See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”
I walk to my desk and grab my script, flipping to the spot I left off the a few days ago. Turning on my mic, I watch Margo settle into the chair across from me, her eyes wide.
“What book is it?” she asks.
“A stalker romance. The scene I’m doing involves him watching her get off while he’s hiding in the closet. She doesn’t know he’s there.”
“That’s hot.”
“Kinky, huh? Kind of pushes the line of consent, but I tell myself it’s fiction.” I clear my throat and hold up my lines. “The mic picks up tons of feedback, so I need you to be as quiet as you can.”
“Someone is demanding.” Margo pouts but follows it up with a smile. “I can be quiet.”
“Good girl,” I say, and she lights up like she did last night when I held her hands above her head in my bed. When I told her to get on her knees and get me off only using her mouth.
I slip on my headphones, hit record, and start reading from the beginning of the chapter, losing myself in the words and the storytelling.
It’s one of the darker books I’ve narrated, but the morally gray character is charming. Funny, even, and a nice guy. You can’t help but root for him, and I channel that enthusiasm into each syllable and every word. I hold my pauses and draw out the questions of his inner monologue, wanting the listeners to think they’re actually in his head.
When I get to the part where he’s watching the female main character, Maxine, but not touching, I look up and see Margo with her mouth half parted. Her cheeks are red and her chest is heaving. Her eyes lock on mine and she blinks, sitting back in the chair like she’s been caught doing something very, very bad.
I pause my recording and smile. “You’re distracting me.”
“I am? Shit. I’m sorry.”
“Are you doing okay over there?”
“Yeah. No.” She crosses her legs then uncrosses them. “It’s just… hot. Really hot.”
“What is?”
“You reading the things she’s doing to herself. Your voice. Picturing it and imagining it was me.” Margo flushes an even darker shade of red. “I’m sorry. I can keep my mouth shut.”
I take off my headphones and stand, walking around the desk and sitting on the edge. I don’t want her to think I’m mad at her, so I lean forward and rub the top of her knee, humming when her legs part and I can see how wet she is.
She’s fucking soaked and practically staining the leather chair. I groan, wanting nothing more than to say fuck work and go down on her right now.
“Look how turned on you are.” I drag my thumb through her pussy, and she arches her back. “You’re so needy, aren’t you, Margo? Distracting me while I’m trying to work. Getting turned on. Wishing you had a bad man with a mask hiding in your closet.”
“I’ll go in the other room.” She’s panting, and I smirk. One night with her, and I can read her like a book. She’s enjoying this. She wants more of this, and I’m always aim to please. I’m not letting her go anywhere. “I didn’t mean to get in your way.”
“Get naked,” I tell her. “And sit back in the chair. Whatever I read from the script, I want you to do to yourself. We’ll call it research.”
“Won’t the mic pick up on the noises?”
“It will, so you better be quiet unless you want thousands of readers to hear how wet you get from letting your ex-boyfriend’s dad watch you get off.”
Margo swallows. I don’t expect her to actually do it, and I don’t care if she says no. It won’t make me want her any less; if anything, it’ll make me want to hurry the fuck up and finish recording so I can drag her back to my bedroom.
She surprises me when she rips off her shirt and tosses it on the floor. She scoots back and hooks her legs over the arms of the chair, wide open and so fucking ready for me.
God .
She might be my dream woman.
“Keep reading, Mr. Mathieson,” she says.
It’s almost impossible to move back to my desk, but I walk around the piece of furniture and pick up where I left off, tempted to jerk off while I read out loud.
“ Her back arches off the bed as she plays with her clit ,” I read, and my eyes bounce from the script to Margo. Her fingers touch herself and she bites down on her lower lip, trying her best to muffle her sounds. “ I study the circles she’s using. She likes to draw it out as long as possible. She likes to tease herself. Maxine is quiet at first, but a moan sneaks out of her, and I shove my hand down my pants to stop myself from making the same noise .”
Another glance at Margo tells me she’s mimicking the chapter exactly as I’m reading it. She drops her head back and rubs her clit slowly with two fingers, and I have to adjust myself again.
“ I could watch her for hours ,” I continue. “ Especially when she pinches her nipples and then fumbles in her bedside drawer for the pink vibrator I know she bought yesterday. ”
Margo tips her head up and looks around frantically. I hit pause on the recording and pull my phone from my pocket, tossing it to her.
“What is this for?” she asks.
“Swipe to the third page. There’s a vibrator app. Hold it against your clit.”
“You have a vibrator app ? That is not normal.”
“The last woman I hooked up with loved toys. I downloaded it so I could set it on her lap when we were out in public and watch her get off.”
Margo stares at me, and I think I see a touch of jealousy in her gaze. Her green eyes narrow for the briefest of seconds, and I debate telling her about the times I’ve been jealous of my goddamn son, knowing he got to be the one to touch her.
He stopped by my place after seeing her one afternoon, and he smelled like sex. Like he had spent hours in bed with her, and now I know he was probably selfish. He probably only got himself off without taking care of her needs, and that makes a flicker of rage start at the base of my spine.
I’m going to let her get off right now, then I’m going to get her off again with my cock, knowing I’m one of only a few who know how to take care of her. Smugness rolls through me when her lips curl into a grin, egging me on.
“Okay.” She taps on the phone screen with her free hand and rests it on top of her pussy. “ Fuck . That feels good.”
“Keep doing what I tell you to do, Margo,” I say, turning my attention back to the script. “ Maxine holds the vibrator against her clit, changing the speed so it pulses against her. Her moans echo in the room, and I swear to fucking god I hear her say my name before she pushes the toy inside her cunt, filling herself and spreading her legs open so I get the perfect view of her stuffed pussy .”
Margo trembles and glances down at my phone. “I can’t fuck myself with this.”
I turn off the mic again. I’m going to have to spend a shit ton of time editing, but I don’t care. It’s worth it to see her like this; horny. On the brink of an orgasm. Her hair a mess and her eyes heated with desire.
“The Christmas ornament.” I point at the ceramic tree on the corner of my desk, and she bursts out laughing. “Fuck yourself with that.”
“Oh, fuck no. You’re a goddamn paramedic, Finn. You’ve seen those viral videos of doctors warning you not to shove foreign objects inside yourself, right? I’m not going to the emergency room because I have a holiday decoration lodged in my vagina.”
That makes me laugh too. “I made one of those videos last year for the hospital.” I open the desk drawer and pull out a condom, tossing it her way. “Put this on so it’s clean, and only insert the top of the ornament. Do not go past the first layer of branches, or you’ll hurt yourself.”
Margo looks at me like I’m insane, and I know there’s no way in hell she’s actually going to go through with this.
Nobody would.
She sets the phone on her chest. She leans forward and grabs the ornament. I watch with wonder as she opens the condom wrapper and slowly covers the ceramic with the latex, and I almost fall out of my chair because I’m so goddamn surprised.