Page 13 of Late Night Talking
I don’t even realize I’m whining around Finn’s cock, that I’ve lost all sense of rhythm, until he hauls me up and pushes me up against the shower wall. I’ve never needed him like this before, so bad that I can feel tears forming a ball in my throat. His fingers find my clit, and a sob tears from my throat. I’m clutching him, trying to climb up his body, and he takes my face in his hands.
“I know, baby, I know,” he says, and I know he does. He knows what I need. He knows my body better than I do. Lifting one of my legs, he slings it around his hip and then positions himself against my opening. Hoisting me up, he lets me sink down on his cock, and the groan that comes out of me is full of relief. It isn’t even the orgasm I need so bad; it’s just him. Having him all the way inside me like this is like being whole.
I wrap myself around him and let him do all the work, lifting me up and down on him, completely unhurried. Every move rubs my clit against his pelvis, and after a few minutes, without even really meaning to, I come, whimpering right into Finn’s ear. When I come back down, I hear him, gasping against my neck in this way that tells me he’s close, and when I lift my head to look at him, the very corners of his mouth are curved up, so close to a smile. I kiss it right off his mouth as he shouts his climax.
For a long minute, we stay just like that, wrapped around each other and trying to catch our breath. The water starts to lose its heat, so we shower in a hurry and get out, both of us getting dressed on opposite sides of his room. It’s just like his room in his old place, simple and decorated in muted earth tones, but where before his nightstand was bare, now there’s a framed picture on top. A picture of the two of us.
I stop tying my apron to pick it up and look at it. It’s the two of us at the grand opening of the last hotel Finn opened here in Vegas before he left for London. I remember the night well, how happy we were and how Finn kept stepping away from his important business people to find me and make sure I was having a good time.
“The party tonight,” he says now. “It’s kind of a fancy affair. I bought you a dress.”
I turn and find him by the walk-in closet, holding up a dress that’s covered in appliqued flowers, cocktail length with sheer sleeves. It’s white, and it’s beautiful. I grin and set down the picture of us to take the dress from him. “I love it,” I tell him, leaning up to kiss him quickly before spreading the dress out on the bed.
“And you can wear this, to match.” He reaches down and sets a small box on top of the dress, and for a moment, my entire body is stone as I stare down at it. It’s a ring box. A ring box from Tiffany. And just looking down at it, I feel my face start to flush with oncoming tears. I reach down one trembling hand and open the box. Sitting in the black velvet is a gorgeous ring, with a round diamond and diamonds along the band, and it immediately blurs through my tears.
“What is this?” I whisper, turning to him.
He’s standing beside me, dressed in a perfectly pressed navy suit, and even though he’s trying not to give himself away, I can see the nerves written in the corners of his mouth and the wrinkle of his eyebrows. “If you say yes, it’s an engagement ring. If you say no, it’s a belated twenty-fifth birthday present.”
“Yes.” He hasn’t asked the question, but he doesn’t need to. I don’t need him to. A single tear rolls down my cheek, and Finn steps up close to me to wipe it away. He takes the box and pulls the ring out of it.
“I bought this ring in London.”
The shock of this revelation hits me like a sock to the stomach, and I look up at him, even as he takes my hand in his. His steely blue eyes meet mine, soft behind the ice.
“Eight months we were apart, Devin. The first four months or so, I buried myself in work. Day and night I was busy, so that I couldn’t think about you and how I was utterly miserable without you.” He finds my ring finger and holds onto the tip of it, so it’s hanging there all by itself. “The next four months, I was useless. Didn’t really get out of bed. Didn’t really sleep or eat or do much of anything. I was a ghost of a person.” He slides the ring on my finger and looks up at me again, leaning forward to kiss away the tears I didn’t even realize were still flowing.
“Then, two weeks ago, I started to plan. I had absolutely no intention of living without you. I bought this ring, I left London, and I came to find you.”
I look up into his eyes. “And I was with Ethan.”
He’s already shaking his head before I’ve finished my sentence. “Doesn’t matter. I knew you were mine. I thought I might have lost you forever, but when you walked into that restaurant on his arm, and you were wearing my necklace, I knew we still belonged to each other.”
I’m nodding, pulling him in close to me and pressing our foreheads together. “I was always a ghost. I was a ghost for eight months, and when I met Ethan, I was just a ghost who was pretending to be alive.”
He tilts my head back and kisses me, slow and long and thorough. “I have to go to work,” he says against my mouth. “And so do you.”
I look down at the ring on my finger when he puts some space between us, feeling like any second now I’m going to wake up from this dream. “I want to go by my apartment after work and get the necklace,” I tell him. “I want to wear it tonight.”
He pushes my wet hair away from my face, and it’s only then that I realize the most romantic moment of my life has happened while I’m in my work uniform and my hair hasn’t even been brushed. Finn doesn’t seem to mind. “Good. What time are you off?”
“Seven.”
His hand brushes my waist as he backs away from me. “I’ll meet you there and we can drive to the event together. My driver will take you to work.”
I start to shake my head. “I’ll take an Uber or something. You need your car.” We’re far from downtown, where most of Finn’s business dealings are going to take place.
He puts his hand over my mouth, and I’m shocked for a second by how far it spans, from one of my ears to the other, and it’s enough to make a fire start low in my belly again.
Finn leans in. “Fuck, I can see in your eyes that you just went from zero to sixty. But I’ve got to go. And I’m taking a cab so you can take the car. Don’t argue with me.”
He slowly lifts his hand from my mouth, like he thinks I might bite him, so instead, I say, “Yes, Daddy.”
His eyes blaze, and he lunges forward to kiss me, ravaging my mouth and pulling at my hair before he rears back with a growl and stomps out of the room. I laugh as I watch him go.
Chapter Ten
I’m exhausted when I finally leave work. I stand on the sidewalk and breathe the dry, fresh air. Finn’s car is already waiting at the curb, probably has been for a little while, and I hop in and put my feet up on the seat as we drive over to my apartment. My dress is hanging in the car, and I grab it when we pull in front of my building. I’ll need to get ready here anyway, since all my makeup is here, and I feel a little giddy knowing that Finn will be here soon. Maybe we can fit in a quickie before it’s time to go.
