Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Four movie theater chairs are facing dark floor-to-ceiling windows. Finn walks over and crosses his arms as he stands in front of them, watching the scene as if it’s there solely for his entertainment. I finally let go of the door, and when it clicks shut behind me, Finn uncrosses his arms and turns around to face me.
“Do you own this place?” I ask, suddenly feeling ten times more nervous than I did outside.
“A friend of mine does.”
“And they just let you have a key card?”
“They do.” He takes me in slowly like he did last night, but unlike last night when I felt like I was on the defense, the lust in his eyes makes me feel wanted. Special. He waits until he reaches my eyes again before he speaks. “If you come in here, you’re consenting to whatever happens.”
My heart stops. I don’t know what that means, but I want it. I’ve met a lot of guys, but I’ve never met one as intense as Finn. Something about that, about the way he looks at me, is intoxicating. Last night, I’d said no because of Tate, who’s now doing god-knows-what with multiple people in the next room.
“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 do something.”
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 his hand 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.