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“I feel like celebrating. And I know just how I’d like to do it.”

That has him snapping to attention.

“Is that right?”

I shrug.

He tosses the napkin on the table then leans back to stare at me. “You want another ride, do you?”

Heat creeps into my cheeks. Why does he have to make such a big deal about this? He should be thrilled I’ve even forgiven him for the crap he’s pulled.

He abruptly stands and tosses euros onto the table.

I blink. “Right now?”

“Never make a lady wait.” He grabs my hand and leads me out of the pub, walking briskly then turning down a narrow cobblestone street away from Main Street. I have to lengthen my stride to keep up. He stops at the backside of a centuries-old church that is tucked in from the street.

“Isn’t our B and B that ...uh —” I’m lifted and carried several steps then placed on my feet. It happens fast. My jogging shorts along with underwear tugged down my legs. My being hoisted once more into the air. My back connecting with the church exterior, the cool, damp stone in sharp contrast to the sudden rise in my body temperature.

“Can I feck you bare?”

He’s pushing inside me as I say yes.

“Ah,” I cry out. He’s so fucking big. And him like this, the aggressor ...

“All mornin’ long I couldn’t wait to get inside yer gorgeous pussy. Feel how we fit together? Like a puzzle sliding into place. Like we were born for each other.”

What?

“You’re a poet, too.” I gasp, as he thrusts hard.

He snorts. “Been said I’ve a way with words.”

I laugh.

“Ride me, you minx.”

I place my hands on his shoulders and flex my hips, drawing in a sharp breath as I stretch to accommodate him.

“Yeah. Like that.”

I do it again then find my rhythm. Marveling at the feel of him, the strength of him.

We don’t last long. A quickie, if you will. Like we’ve done this a million times before and understand exactly how to move to set the other off.

He arches his hips forward, forcing my clit to drag against his warm body.

I roll a wet tongue into his ear, then in a whispered breath describe in vivid detail how his big, delicious cock is splitting me into two.

The church bell begins to ring as I fall apart in his arms. God, I can’t get enough of him.

God help me, but I think I can’t live without more of this.

Finn stills, lowers me to my feet, and withdraws. He tucks himself away but I’m slower to recover, my legs weak, my thoughts garbled. The sensation of his come dripping down my thigh the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.

He removes his shirt then cleans me off, helps me redress, and even readjusts my shirt.

“Good as new,” he offers with a wink.