Chapter 28 #2

“You opened a hair salon on an island that didn’t have one and made yourself essential to everyone who lives here, including me.”

She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth.

“What’re you worrying about now?” He recognized the signs by now.

“I’m not worrying for once. I’m excited about renovating and designing the space for the spa.”

“I’m glad you’re excited. Riley and I will do all the work, and we’ll do whatever you want.”

“Does he know that yet?”

“He’ll find out soon enough. He owes me his left nut after all the time I gave to him and Nikki this past winter.”

“That’s gross, Finn.”

“It’s true, Chloe.” He walked her backward toward the bedroom, always mindful to be careful with her, to go slow, to let her set the pace.

“So what did you learn about how to have sex with someone who has RA?”

“Um, quite a few things, actually.”

She reached up to unbutton his shirt. “What was your favorite?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “Like my own personal favorite?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Um, well, if I’m being entirely honest—”

“I’d never want it any other way.”

“It went something like this…” He was like a man possessed removing her clothes and then his own with a frantic haste that made her giggle.

“There is nothing funny about this, Chloe.”

Making an effort to curb her amusement, she said, “I’m sorry, Finn.” She loved saying his name, and apparently, he loved saying hers, too.

“I don’t think you’re sorry at all.”

“How can I make it up to you?”

“Since you asked, you could get on the bed with your head here and your feet over there.”

Intrigued, Chloe did as he directed, on fire with curiosity and desire.

“Remember—you asked what my favorite thing was. This was my most favorite, but there were many others, too.”

“Got it.” Did he have any idea how adorable he was?

“Scoot a little bit this way.”

She moved closer to the edge of the bed. “Good?”

“A little more.”

She looked up to see his big, hard cock hovering over her and began to get where he was going with this. Such a guy.

“Is this okay?”

“Yep.”

He got bigger right before her eyes, and his hand trembled as he stroked himself. “You know you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, right?”

“I do know that.”

“Okay.”

She reached up to push his hand away, so she could take over. “Come closer.”

He leaned over her, his hands braced on either side of her hips, which made it possible for her to tongue the underside of his balls.

“Fuuuuuck,” he said on a long exhale.

Chloe smiled. This was going to be fun. She licked her way up the length of his shaft and took the wide head into her mouth, sucking gently and loving the way every muscle in his body seized up with the effort to stay in control, to not thrust into her mouth, to let her take the lead.

He didn’t cede control easily. She knew this about him and appreciated the gift he was giving her by allowing her to own him this way. Chloe fully intended to make sure he remembered this forever. For the longest time, she focused on the tip, sucking, licking and tightening her lips around him.

The noises he made ranged from needy to desperate.

“Baby, please… Please.”

Chloe took more of him, continuing to caress with her tongue and the lightest bit of teeth, which had him going completely still as he waited to see what she’d do next. With both hands, she squeezed his ass cheeks, drawing another wild-sounding groan from him as he sank deeper into her mouth.

“Chloe, Chloe, Chloe.”

Emboldened by his reactions, she dragged a finger down to press against the sensitive spot behind his balls, and he erupted into her throat. Even in the throes of his release, he was careful not to give her more than she could handle.

His head landed on her belly, his body heaving and his cock twitching.

Chloe licked him clean and released his cock from her mouth with one final suck that made him tremble. “Was that what you had in mind?”

He laughed and rolled to his back next to her. “That was way more than my fertile imagination could dream up.”

She sat up and crawled into his outstretched arms.

“Are you okay?”

He would, she realized, always ask her that. Every time. And that had to be fine with her. He was asking only because he cared. “I’m good. You?”

“I’m wrecked. The guys on the forum said that position was a winner, and they were right.”

“What’re some of the others they suggested?”

“There’s this one from behind where you’re on your side and your legs are together that looked particularly interesting.”

“Wait, there’re pictures?”

“Drawings.”

“I need to see this.”

“I’d rather surprise you with the things I’m learning. I’m a very good student.”

She raised her head off his chest so she could see his face. “Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me when you just gave me the best blow job in the history of mankind?”

“I’m thanking you for making my problem your problem.”

“That’s the way this works, Chloe. Your worries are mine. Mine are yours. We deal with it all together.”

“This is really happening.”

“It really is.” He took her face in his hands and forced her to meet his intense gaze. “I love you. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere unless you go with me. It’s safe for you to have complete faith in me, because I’ll do everything in my power to never let you down.”

“You’re making a believer out of me.”

“Good. Maybe someday I’ll even talk you into marrying me.”

“Maybe so.”

He gasped. “Really?”

“You’re incredibly persuasive.” Resisting him—any part of him—was futile and unnecessary. Nothing about him reminded her of the volatile, unpredictable man who’d fathered her. She had nothing to fear from Finn McCarthy. That much she already knew for certain.

“I am rather good at persuading you.”

She poked his shoulder. “Don’t get too full of yourself.”

“I’d much rather be full of you. Wanna try that behind thing?”

“I want to try it all, Finn.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do, Chloe.”

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