This can’t be happening.
I lock eyes with Finn in the darkness of the wine cellar. Only then, when I drink him in, his mouth hanging open, his hazel eyes flaring with bad intentions, do I realize what I’m doing…
I’m dry humping him.
I’m dry humping my boss’s son in a wine cellar at three in the fucking morning.
A wicked grin on his lips, he watches his length slide up and down my slit over the fabric of my leggings, then takes a fistful of my hair again, inflicting a smidge more pain than before. “You like using me, don’t you, Gem?” His voice is deep and carnal. “You like using your boss’s son’s cock to get off. Say it.”
My nipples harden at his claims.
“I… I like using you.” I falter. Red colors my cheeks when the pressure between my legs becomes unbearable, and I throw my head back with a moan so raw and unfiltered Finn lets out a strangled curse.
“The whole thing. Say it,” he insists.
I hesitate.
“But I—”
“Fucking say it or I’ll stop.”
That’s all it takes for me to cave.
“I like using my boss’s son’s cock to get off,” I admit shamefully.
“That’s my girl.” Finn grunts in appreciation.
What. Have. I. Become.
As if to reward me, Finn grabs himself at the base and slides the head of his cock faster and faster against my clit for several minutes until my thighs clench. I start wiggling in his embrace.
Shit, am I…
Am I about to come?
But he didn’t even touch me.
Well, not really.
We’re still fully clothed, for fuck’s sake.
There’s no way I’m about to—
“Finn.” My mouth drops open.
It sounds like a cry for help, like I don’t know what to do with myself or this pleasure, and he reads me loud and clear.
“You’re going to come, aren’t you?” he rasps, harnessing the hold he has on my hair to force me to look at him and squeezing my throat. “You’re going to come for me like a good fucking girl?”
His dirty talk tips me over the edge, but as soon as the overwhelming pleasure washes over me…
So does the guilt.
Reality catches up to me, the fear of losing not only my job but also my heart soaring in my chest. Finn picks up on my anguish right away, slamming his lips over mine and whispering in my mouth.
“Stay with me.”
Breathe, Dia.