Page 12 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

I love that she is so enthusiastic about this. The openness about what we both want and where this night is going to lead is refreshing and exciting and an absolute fucking turn-on.

I haven’t been with a woman in a while. I’ve been hung up on Christopher for so long, I don’t remember the last person I was with very well. But his name was Trevor, and he was hot, bossy, and not at all interesting outside of the bedroom.

We saw each other as fuck buddies for about two months. And it was perfect at the time. I was busy at the practice where I was working prior to coming to Banks, Anderson, Banks and Davis. I didn’t have an interest in a relationship and didn’t know what I was looking for even if I had been looking.

When I met Christopher, I realized it was because I was looking for him . Not just a man like him, but him.

I know that sounds over-the-top and crazy considering our situation, especially at the time we met, but I knew the day I met him that Christopher Davis was going to mean more to me than just being my boss.

For the past several months, I haven’t even thought of women.

But now leading Finley down the hallway to my bedroom, I am very much looking forward to getting her naked and running my hands and tongue all over her breasts and nipples, her clit, her pussy, and sinking deep and fucking her hard.

“Tell me what you like,” I tell her as I swing the door shut behind us and tug her toward the bed. I kick off my shoes, and she does the same.

She dressed casually for the dinner with her family, wearing pale blue linen pants that flare slightly at the bottom, a fitted white cotton top and a blue and white cardigan.

“I really like it all,” she says. “I love sex. And I’ve kind of had a lot of it.” She says it almost with a slight apology in her tone.

I chuckle as I come to stand in front of her. I wore simple khakis and a button-down shirt, but no tie and jacket. I start unbuttoning my shirt.

“Well, that is all very nice to hear and certainly don’t apologize on my behalf. What would you like me to do to you tonight?”

Her eyes widen slightly, and I can see the heat in them. She likes the way I phrased that.

“I think I would really like to have your mouth between my legs to start,” she says.

I wonder if she’s testing me. Wondering if I actually mean she can have anything . Wondering if I actually know my way around a woman’s body. She certainly picked up on the chemistry between Christopher and me right away. Is she skeptical about my talents when it comes to the opposite gender?

Oh, I can’t wait to show her.

“Happily,” I tell her as I shrug out of my shirt, leaving me just in a tee and my khakis. I reach out and push the cardigan off her shoulders. She lets it drop to the floor at her feet. “Do you want me to undress you or do you want to undress for me?” I ask.

“Undress me,” she says, her voice a little breathless now.

I skim my fingers from her shoulders down her arms, then move my hands to her hips, squeezing, then sliding them under the edge of her shirt and running them up until I find bare skin. She shivers slightly, and I already love everything about touching her.

I slide my hands up, taking her shirt with them. She raises her hands over her head so I can strip the shirt off. I toss it on top of mine and then reach behind for the hooks of her bra.

“Gorgeous,” I tell her, filling my hands with her breasts seconds later, flicking my thumbs over her nipples.

She takes a deep breath. “How long has it been since you were with a woman?”

“A few years actually,” I tell her. “How am I doing?”

She laughs. “Good. I’ll let you know if you make any wrong turns.”

I glide my hand down to her hips and around her ass to pull her up against me so she can feel how hard I am.

“Yeah, you do that,” I tell her. “But just know that I am going to be exploring every single curve. So if something feels like a detour, just trust that I know exactly where I’m going.”

“I look forward to it.”

I undo the cute little drawstring at the front of her pants, then push them and her panties over her hips to her feet all in one smooth move.

No sense in taking my time and teasing here.

She steps out of them, and I lean back to take a good look at this gorgeous woman completely naked for the first time.

“Damn Finley. I might just give up men.”

She laughs. “Well, all men but Christopher, right?” She takes my hand and puts it on her hip, then runs it up her side. “I mean, he is really hot, and I’ll bet he’s all kinds of fun in the bedroom.”

I squeeze her breast and tease the nipple. “Have you been thinking about Christopher in the bedroom?” I ask her. I’m not surprised by that. I’m also not jealous. I’m turned the fuck on.

God, Christopher and Finley would be hot as hell together.

I know that Christopher loves Finley’s bratty streak, and I would very much love to observe him taking her to task for her smart mouth. Would he spank her? Just fill her pretty mouth with his cock to shut her up? Would she like either? Or both?

My cock is aching with these questions and the fact that I think the answer to all of them is yes.

“Of course I’ve thought about Christopher,” she says, moaning slightly as I pinch her nipple. “And you. And you and Christopher.”

“Naughty girl,” I say, running my hand down to her ass and squeezing.

“Does that make you mad? That I’m lusting after your boyfriend?” She arches closer.

I wish he was my boyfriend. “Yeah, I might have to punish you,” I tell her. “Maybe if you’re thinking about both of us like that, we should make you take two cocks at once.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh my God, Evan. Are you secretly super dirty under this buttoned-up, nice guy persona?”

I want to do a lot of very dirty things to this woman. “If you want me to be.”

She grabs my shirt with both hands. “I want you to be.”

“Well, I’ve only got one cock for you tonight, but I promise to fill you up with it very well.”

She shivers and grins. “Thank you very much.”

“But I think you said something about my mouth first.”

Her eyes drop to my mouth. “I did. I really did.”

“Lay back on my bed and spread those pretty legs for me, Finley. I’m going to get on my knees and eat you out like the goddess that you are.”

“Fuck yes.” Her hand goes to the back of my head, and she grips my hair as she lifts to her tiptoes and presses her mouth to mine in a quick, hard kiss.

Then she backs up, lays back on my mattress, props up on her elbows, and spreads her legs.

“Fuck,” I say reverently. I’m not kidding about worshipping her.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her, stripping my T-shirt off and then unbuttoning my pants.

I shove them to the floor, but leave my boxers on as I step to the side of the bed and sink to my knees.

“You want sweet and romantic or fast and dirty?” I ask her.

She doesn’t answer for a moment, and when I look from the gorgeous, pink wetness in front of me to the gorgeous brown eyes, staring down at me, she gives me a soft smile that is at odds with this hot, dirty moment.

“I know it sounds stupid, but you know you just are romantic, right?” she asks.

I know she’s not talking necessarily specifically about this moment.

I know she feels closer to me after tonight at dinner with her family.

And I’m glad for that. I’m very glad I was able to be there for her tonight.

It’s strange, because we don’t know each other well and certainly haven’t known each other for long, but being her ally tonight, being able to read her and support her the way I did meant a lot to me.

And it’s something that I want to keep doing for her.

I know that makes no sense. This is fake for the most part, and it’s temporary for sure. Our reasons for being together tonight have nothing to do with real feelings or romance. But if Finley needs a friend, I can be that.

A friend who dishes out orgasms.

“Well then, why don’t you very romantically come all over my face?” I tell her, leaning in and nipping her thigh before licking from that spot up to the crease of her hip.

She gasps, and her head falls back against my mattress.

Perfect. She needs release. She needs to get lost in good feelings. She needs someone to be all about her.

Done and done.

I lean in and take a deep breath, pulling in her scent. She smells like heaven.

Fuck, how have I gone this long without eating pussy? There’s nothing like it. Sure, I love to suck cock too, but it is different and just as delicious.

I slide my hands to her ass and lift her slightly as I lick over her outer lips, eliciting moans and gasps. I lick up to her clit, giving it a little swipe and loving the way she gasps my name. I flick it again with my tongue and then suck lightly.

“Oh my God, Evan,” she moans.

Yeah, I am having a really good time. And we’re just getting started.

I lick and suck as I slide two fingers into her.

“So fucking tight, Finley,” I praise. “So tight, so hot.” I give her dirty words in between licks and sucks.

I feel her inner muscles tighten and flutter against my fingers, and I pick up the pace.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Come all over me. Let’s get this pussy nice and wet. I want to fuck you nice and hard, and I need you wet and ready.”

She lifts up closer to my mouth. “Evan!”

I fuck her faster with my fingers and suck harder.

“Come on, sweetness. Coat my fingers.”

“Evan, oh my God. Just like that.”

I am very good at taking direction, so I keep going but lift her ass slightly with my other hand, changing the angle just a bit. That gets me right up against the sweet spot and suddenly her muscles clench around my fingers and she’s coming.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she chants on breathless gasps.

I slow my thrusts and lift my mouth, letting her come down slowly before easing my fingers out and lifting them to my mouth. “Fuck, you’re delicious.” I rise and plant my knee on the mattress between her legs.

“Fuck me, Evan, please.” She reaches for me.