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I guess I’m being over-dramatic. Finn and I could move into his apartment, like Mayor Davies keeps implying would be the smart thing to do.
But it wouldn’t bemy house.
Finn hasn’t invited me to his apartment, either. We’re married, so maybe he thinks it’s assumed.
Or maybe he’s exactly what he presents himself as: so confident in me, and absolutely sure of my place here. He can’t picture a world where the town votes against me. Maybe he thinks his apartment is a non-issue because we won’t need it.
I wish I could think like him. But now the town meeting is in, what, eighteen hours? I can’t keep my mind off of it. How this isit. How it’s almost over, and how it could go really, really wrong for me.
Like he can read my mind, Finn puts his hands on my hips, tugging me back so I can feel his cock through his pants. “I have good news and bad news, wife,” he murmurs, voice seductively low.
I shiver. “Do tell.”
“The bad news is that so many people looked at you like you were a snack for them to eat that, if I gave you the number of orgasms I promised, I’d knock you unconscious.”
Well,damn. I’d forgotten about that little bet, if I’m honest. “And the good news?”
“Those orgasms are a debt I’ll be paying for years to come… and I intend to start with a healthy down payment.”
Chapter 28
Finn
Her breath catches. I can feel her under my hands, holding perfectly still while she processes that, and then melting into my hold. “And when you say a healthy down payment…?”
“Don’t know yet. Let’s see what your body can take before you pass out,” I say huskily.
It’s not hard to see where her mind has gone since we left the party. She’s too focused on being afraid of tomorrow, but I’m going to do my best to chase that from her mind.
For one thing, borrowing trouble never helps. For another, I’m not going to let this go wrong for her. I’ll fight tooth and nail; I’ll fight the entire damned town if I have to. I’m planning to use everything in my power to ensure she can stay in her home.
So I’m not going to allow her to work herself up over this. No sense being miserable tonight when there are much more pleasant ways for us to pass the time.
Cassidy juts her chin out, something in her eyes. “That’s awfully big talk.”
Oh, my feisty wife. If only she knew. “Need me to prove myself to you, baby? All you had to do is say something.” I scoop her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around me as I stroke her silky-soft thighs. “I love this fucking dress.”
“I know. You said it like a dozen times.”
“And I’ll say it a few more.” I kiss her cute nose. “Now, you called me possessive earlier, baby, and I am. I need to make sure you remember who it is that makes you come so good. Who stretches you out and makes you scream.”
Her eyes get gratifyingly heavy. “I don’t think I was going to forget, Finn.”
“Good. But I like being sure.” I hoist her a little higher and carry her up the stairs, bringing her up to our bedroom. “Here are the rules for tonight.”
She wiggles against me, her skirt getting more hiked up. I can practically feel the heat of her through whatever thin panties she’s wearing, and it makes me hungry for her. “There are rules?”
“You need a distraction,” I tell her bluntly. We both know it, but I don’t want to give her time to dwell on what exactly she needs to be distracted from. “Let me make you feel good. Let metake it all away for a little while, baby. No worrying. No trying to make other people happy. Just feel.”
Cassidy has spent too much of her life taking care of herself and everyone around her. It’s time for the rest of us to step up.
I deposit her on the bed. She looks up at me, the hair she curled carefully earlier now a wild, beautiful mess, and her dress rucked up past her hips, flashing the flimsy little white panties she decided to wear. “Are these for me?” I ask, running a thumb under the band.
“I kind of figured we’d end up like this at some point,” she quips, trying to arch her hips so I can pull them off. I frown.
“What’d I say, wife? Let me do all the work for a bit. You relax.”
“I amdrippingwet already from your teasing,“ she complains, but her hips do stop. My heart beats a little faster. I love how wet she gets for me. I love that I can give her that. “How long are you going to make me wait?”
