Page 25 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

I go to my knees, prepared to untie her shoes, but she’s already toeing them off and kicking them to the side. I grin up at her. I do love an enthusiastic lover. I pull the tie on the front of her pants, then slide them over her hips, and down her long smooth legs.

Nope, nothing under these either.

She’s completely bare a moment later.

I start to stand, gliding my hands up her legs as I go, but Christopher stops me.

“Stay right there.” He reaches down and grasps one of her thighs, lifting it. “Get her ready.”

“Oh, God,” Finley moans.

She’s leaning fully into Christopher now. He’s holding her up, but continues playing with one breast, pinching the nipple as he holds her leg high, exposing her gorgeous pussy.

“I get the first course?” I ask, settling onto my knees in front of her and running my hands up the back of one thigh to her ass.

“She said she needs an orgasm. I always make sure my guests have what they need in my house,” Christopher says. He puts his mouth against her ear. “But I also make sure brats know who’s in charge.”

She wiggles in his hold. “You don’t want to fuck me, Christopher? Come on, we both know that’s not true.”

“Who said that?” He runs his mouth down her neck, biting down on the spot where it curves into her shoulder.

She arches her back, her pussy moving closer to my mouth. I lean in and give her inner thigh a little nip as well. She gasps and then moans.

“Oh, I get it. You need to have Evan get me off first so I don’t notice that you can’t make me come? Is that it?”

He slides his big hand down her stomach to her pussy and cups her. “You can’t goad me into giving you an orgasm, Finley. Not until I’m good and ready.” He slides his finger lower and circles her clit.

She gasps and tries to arch closer, but with one foot in the air, she doesn’t have much leverage.

I’m loving my front-row seat to this. Christopher slides one thick finger into her pussy right in front of me. My mouth is practically watering for another taste of her.

“I will make you come if, and when, I want to,” he tells her, pumping his finger in and out. “You will only have orgasms when I decide you should.” His finger moves again, deeper.

She whimpers, and I look up. Her head has fallen back against his shoulder, and her eyes are shut. One of her hands is gripping the wrist of the hand holding her leg up, and the other is gripping the wrist of the hand finger-fucking her.

“And if you think I haven’t been keeping track of the number of times you’ve been insubordinate to me at the office, you are sadly mistaken.

” He pumps his finger deep again, then adds another.

“You will be begging me tonight, Finley. First to let you come, then for forgiveness for the times you were a brat at the office, and each time you will call me Mr. Davis with respect, not in that naughty sarcastic tone you use.”

“Oh. God. Okay. I. Yes,” she babbles.

He pulls his fingers free and holds them out to me. Without even a moment’s hesitation, I lean in and suck them into my mouth. I lick them clean, then look up to find Christopher watching me with heat and Finley watching me with wide eyes, her chest rising and falling as she pants.

“Eat her pussy,” Christopher commands. “But do not make her come. Just get her nice and wet.”

Again, I don’t hesitate. I hear Finley whimper again as I lean in and give her a long lick. She’s already very wet from Christopher’s fingers, and I lap her sweetness up greedily. Then I suck on her clit and she cries my name. Her hand comes to my hair, holding on, pulling gently.

“God, Evan!”

I fucking love that.

I lick and suck as I ease my own fingers into her. I fuck her as I eat at her, loving the way she squirms and then the way Christopher pulls her back against his body, holding her still.

“I’m… Oh, God… Evan…”

I feel her pussy fluttering around my fingers. He said not to let her come, but I don’t want to stop. I love making her come apart. I?—

“Enough.” Christopher pulls her away from me.

“Uuuuuhhhhhhh!” Finley groans. “You’re such a bastard!”

“That is not what I told you I want to hear,” he tells her. “Begging me to let you come. Begging me for forgiveness. That’s how you get an orgasm and how you get my cock.” He bends, sweeps her up in his arms and takes her to the couch. He sits down with her cradled to his chest.

I lean back on my heels, just waiting for instructions. I’m happy to just observe the two of them together. They are hot and fun, and this could be the best show I’ve ever seen.

Christopher slides her down until she’s lying on the couch, her head in his lap. Then his hand glides over her stomach, and she readily parts her thighs. He begins finger-fucking her again, his mouth hovering over hers. “ Begging , Finley.”

“God,” she moans. “Yes, like that.”

“Damn, you’re pretty when you’re following directions and not arguing,” Christopher tells her. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

“I don’t remember what you said,” she says. The edge is taken off her brattiness by the breathlessness, then the little gasp when he thrusts his fingers deep.

“If you want to play, we can play all night,” he tells her.

She moves her head back-and-forth, rubbing her cheek against his cock. “You’re not going to last all night without fucking me, Christopher.”

“You’re being very naughty, Finley. And I think I know why. I think I know what you really want.”

Then without warning, he flips her over, so she’s face down in his lap. She gasps, then moans as his big hand settles on her ass.

“Maybe the naughtiest thing is you showing up here without one of your skirts on.” Then he gives her a little smack. “We’ll have to recreate all of this another time with one of those on.” He gives her another quick slap that can’t possibly feel like more than a little sting.

Her moan says it feels just fine and makes my cock jump.

Christopher notices me adjust myself and gives me a smile. “Come here. I’m not even close to being done with our little brat, and I’m going to need your help.”