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Is he insane? What the hell is he even saying right now? Based on the look on his face, he’s just as confused.

“That’ll never happen.” I blow out a breath as he leans in, holding the mask of indifference I’ve perfected over the years, bracing myself for him to kiss me.

My hands ball into fists at my sides, my fingers digging into my palms, fighting the urge to grab him and erase the remaining space between our bodies. The tension crackles between us like a live wire, and I desperately want to let him stoke this blazing inferno inside me.

But he doesn’t kiss me. He pivots at the last second, running the smooth skin of his nose across the rough stubble of my facial hair until his lips reach my ear, his breath warm on my skin, goosebumps scattering and pebbling my flesh.

I fight the chill that follows, but I’m just not quick enough.

I know he feels how he affects me. Why the fuck does this guy get under my skin like this?

Why do I suddenly feel alive when we’re like this?

“Liar.”

My hands come up quicker than I meant for them to, pushing harder than I would want. They make contact with his chest, and I shove hard. Finn stumbles back a few steps, his crystal-blue eyes wild with excitement and satisfaction.

“Fuck you.”

“Anytime, lover.”

For a moment, I’m tempted to hate-fuck him right here. Rip off his shorts, bend him over the pretty upholstered couch, and fuck his ass raw until I fill it with my cum, leaving him unfulfilled to take care of himself. But no. I’m not giving in to him.

“I’ll be outside.”

His hand shoots out, fingers clasping my arm. Sparks shoot off from the connection, causing me to stiffen as I stare down at where our skin meets.

“Wait.”

“What, Nash?” I snap.

“Truce.”

I finally look up to meet his eyes—a stormy mix of desire and desperation gazing back at me. My goddamn heart flips in my chest, bottoming out into the pit of my stomach. I don’t like that look on his face. It does me in.

“What do you mean?” I ask with feigned irritation, giving him an opportunity to lay out his conditions.

“I know how I got you here was shitty, but can we just put everything aside for the weekend? No one knows us here, can we just . . . pretend?”

“Psh,” I tsk, shocked that he would even suggest it, even if my mind is swirling with the possibility.

“Pretend what, Nash? That you haven’t been personally fucking with me for months, hunting me down at a sex club, fucking around with me, then blackmailing me to get me to skip town with you to hide away in your super mansion? I don’t know what you want from me.”

He exhales roughly, thick fingers carding through his hair.

I track the movement . . . not able to hide his disappointment when he winces.

His eyebrows crinkle inward, his lips turning down, and once again—I don’t fucking like it.

I want to fucking fix it, and I can’t explain why. He deserves my wrath, not my kindness.

“Tell me what you want.” My voice is calmer, my anger receding.

His eyes lift up, meeting mine, those goddamn crystal blues looking back at me, setting off a new sensation low in my belly. Fuck are those goddamn butterflies? What the fuck is happening?

“You. Okay? I want you. Can we just try to forget every shitty thing that I’ve done to get us here, and just enjoy the weekend together?”

I open my mouth to spew more lies. More bullshit.

But the look of needy desperation on his face stops me.

I’ve been lying to myself and putting all the blame on him.

There were ways around this; I didn’t have to come, and he knows it.

I can’t explain it, but I want him, too.

I want to explore this, and that’s the real reason I’m here.

Even if I’ve been convincing myself that it was for the feature he’d write.

The fact is, as much as I don’t want to let my family down when it comes to this life-changing opportunity, I’m terrified that once it’s all over, I won’t have a reason to see Finn again.

That he’ll walk out of my life for good and I’ll have no fucking idea how this man successfully flipped what I knew about myself on its head.

“I’m sorry, Carter. There’s a lot more to all of this, and I just . . .” He huffs out a long breath and pushes his hand through his hair, keeping his eyes downcast. I step into his space, gripping his chin between my thumb and pointer finger, angling his head up so that he has to meet my eyes.

“You just what, Finn? Tell me, I’m so fucking confused,” I ask him, my voice coming out less tender than it should.

His stormy blue eyes rake over my face, and then he pulls his plump bottom lip between his teeth, and I nearly groan.

It’s such a sexy move that I haven’t seen him do before, and I immediately want to rub my thumb over it to pop it free.

“You’re so beautiful, Carter.”

“Flattery isn’t going to win you any brownie points, Nash, fuck off with that shit.”

He moves quickly, pressing me back against the wall, his hand moving to my groin, grabbing my semi-hard dick and holding it tight. I can’t help the grunt that leaves me, and the asshole smirks.

“How about a blow job then?” he asks as he playfully nips at my bottom lip.

Fuck, everything about him makes me lose myself, but makes everything inside me go crazy at the same time.

It’s a war of emotions, but sex is always what I want, and sex of any type with Finn is my newest obsession.

I’m here, and I knew it would happen eventually.

Plus, my dick is harder than it’s ever been, and my heart is racing a mile a minute in my chest. I want him.

So fucking bad. Even though in the far recesses of my head, I know he’s using sex to get out of communicating with me, I still melt into him.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I wrench his head backward. “You want to suck my dick, pretty boy?”

“Fuck yes I do.”

Pushing him down to his knees, he drops willingly, hands going to the band of my gym shorts and quickly yanking them down, my cock springing free and slapping my pelvis. Finn wastes no time grabbing it roughly with his fist, stroking from root to tip .

“Ughn,” I moan at the contact.

It’s so different from a woman. He knows exactly how rough to get, what could feel good and what wouldn’t. I groan again as my head falls back against the wall, his hand jerking me hard, his other coming up to cup my sack, rolling my balls in his palm.

“What are you waiting for, Finn? You want to suck my cock so bad, then suck it.”

He wastes no more time, his lips curl around the thick head of my dick, and my eyes roll back into my skull.

His hands grip my hips, pulling me in further as he chokes on my cock.

I move my hands to the sides of his face, my thumbs swiping back and forth across his cheeks, holding him still as his eyes flick up to meet mine, giving me a slight nod of his head in consent.

I spread my legs further, his jaw relaxing in my hands as he passes the control over to me.

The transfer of it is so fucking hot it makes my knees weak.

This strong-ass man on his knees in front of me, about to let me fuck his throat with my dick. Fuck, it’s bliss.

I pull back and drive in slowly, testing him out, seeing how much he can take. I press in until I feel his throat strain, running my thumbs affectionately across his cheeks as reassurance that I won’t hurt him.

“Tap my leg if it’s too much, and I’ll stop, no questions asked. Relax your throat for me, breathe through your nose. I can’t take it easy on you. I need you too much.”

I feel the moment he gives completely in, my dick sliding into his throat further than I have before.

“Fuuuuck, Finn, such a good boy. Fuck.”

I pull out to my tip, swiping it back and forth over his wet lips.

I can’t wait to see them bright red and puffy, spit and cum leaking from the crease.

Pushing back in, I slide all the way home, much easier this time.

Finn’s hands stay on my hips, his fingertips biting into my skin but not pushing me away or tapping.

I start to fuck his mouth without restraint, trusting him to tap out if I’m hurting him or he can’t take anymore.

I didn’t go this rough on him at the club, and I want to test the waters now.

It’s pure euphoria. Finn’s mouth is nirvana, and I never want it to end.

One of his hands slips between my legs, massaging my balls, slipping his fingers behind them and running along my taint.

My heart is pounding as fast as my thrusts, his mouth open, spit dripping from the corners, tears starting to leak from his pretty blue eyes.

My balls draw up from out of nowhere, my orgasm coming on fast.

“It’s coming, Finn. You want me to fill this pretty mouth with cum?”

He jerks my hips forward at the same time my dick swells, pulsing ropes of cum down his throat. I moan unrestrained, Finn humming around me as he swallows down everything I’m giving him. After I’m empty, I start to pull out, Finn chasing my dick like he isn’t done with it yet, lapping at my tip.

“Fuck, I love your taste,” he rasps.

“Mmm. You okay?”

“Caring about my well-being, Hayes? That’s unlike you.”

I look down at him as a flare of pain shoots through me.

“I’m not a dick.”

“No, but I’m definitely obsessed with the one you have.”

“I’d never want to hurt you, Finn.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, letting him see a vulnerable part of me that I keep locked up tight. He cocks his head to the side while he studies my face, using his thumb to wipe his lips of the cum and spit coating them.

“I know, or I wouldn’t have trusted you to do that,” he replies simply as he stands, meeting me eye to eye.

“Oh. Okay. Good,” is all I can come up with to say .