"Deal," she said, and stalked to the stairs. "You're coming, right?"
"I already did." Then I followed her up the stairs.
Jennifer Downs made me feel something that I thought had died years ago.
Love.
Eight
I woke up and rolled over in bed hoping to find Finn next to me. A little note rested on the nightstand in his perfect cursive handwriting.
See you after work. Can you handle more of me?
He must have snuck out early this morning and gone home to change. I never heard him leave. The pounding he gave me knocked my ass out.
When I stood, I would have been lying if I said I didn't feel sore. Every bit of me ached, a reminder that he had been there and done that. And oh did he do that. The way he pinned me and fucked me into sweet oblivion. Fantasy complete. Just the thought of his sexiness, and the way his muscles created that lower V, made me want it all over again. Or even the way he fit perfectly inside of me. I enjoyed it when he acted like a complete ass. I didn't want sweet. I didn't want someone to treat me like a porcelain doll and be mushy 24/7. Sweet was appropriate sometimes, but I wanted to be slammed against walls and fucked until I couldn't see. I wanted to be tied, have my ass slapped, and commanded to listen. I responded to it. Hell, my whole body responded to it, begged for more, and Finnley Felton gave it to me. Somehow, he knew exactly what I wanted and needed to be fully satisfied sexually. Finnley touched me in all the right places, inside and out.
God, just thinking about him turned me on. I wanted morning sex, because I was way too horny to handle this today. Once I tasted designer, I really did need more. Finnley Felton would love to be my addiction, but maybe he was already.
I looked at the clock. Eleven. Half the day had passed. I picked up my phone and texted Finn.
Me: What are you doing for lunch?
Finn: No plans.
Me: Want to do me?
Finn: Do you even need to ask?
After fifteen minutes, the doorbell rang. I wasn't used to all of the furniture or things in the house. It felt like a vacation home that I took over. It would take time to get used to the change.
I opened the door. He smiled and loosened his tie. I had nothing to take off. After the removal of his suit jacket, tie, pants, and boxers, Finn lifted me onto the counter and fucked me senseless. I leaned my ass on the edge until it pressed into my body and left marks. Pain was pleasure.
Then he bent me over and took me from behind over the kitchen bar. Running his fingers up my back, he wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled. "Do you like that?"
"When will you learn to shut the fuck up?" I asked.
A hard hand crashed onto my ass cheek. The pain swept through me and brought urgency to a new level.
"I'll shut the fuck up when I feel like it," he said. Then he gave me a reach around and played with my clit. Minutes later, I came again. Panting and sighing, and allowing my heart to beat so fast that I thought it might explode.
"Tell me where you want me to come," he said.
"In my mouth." I dropped to my knees and blinked up at him. I saw the ghost of a smile on his face.
When he inserted himself into my mouth, I tasted my sweetness on him. I pulled him deeper, wanting him to know that I enjoyed him. Finnley wrapped fists of my hair in his hands as he pushed himself deeper into my throat until he came. I loved the taste of him.
"You are so deliciously naughty." His English accent made me want him all over again.
"You're the best lunch I've ever had," I said.
"Isn't that my line?"
Then he dressed in his Burberry suit, black tie, and kissed me on the cheek.
"So did you feel any different today?"
"I feel you every time I move."
"Of course you do," he said, then he was out the door. Shortly after, I heard V zooming down the street.
That was the best fucking quickie I have ever had—actually the first, but the best by far.
I sat on the couch, butt naked, with a stupid grin on my face. Finnley had a way of leaving me wanting more after I already had him. I sighed and closed my eyes as I imagined his lips on my neck, his teeth on my skin, and his bites on my breasts. When I opened my eyes, I glanced toward the patio door and saw ass marks and handprints smeared on the glass. I was not cleaning that anytime soon. I wanted to be able to glance over and remember the moment forever. Might be a little weird when people visited but, then again, I didn't expect company.
The faint sound of music came from upstairs, and I ran to answer my phone.
Breathlessly I answered and heard Lori's soft voice on the other line.
"Lunch today, right?"
"Yeah, give me thirty minutes."
I ran to the shower and stopped when I entered. The separate shower with dark teal tile and the deep tub with jets made my decision hard. Which one would I choose? Shower it was, I would get lost in that bathtub.
At that moment, I realized that Jesse was right. People could actually smell like sex. Finnley was on me, and although I could have basked it in all day, I didn't want everyone else to.
I lifted my arms to wash my hair, and felt the soreness in my whole body. Every inch hurt, even my wrists. Finnley had fucked me like he hated me, and I loved every minute of it. Hard and powerful, but careful and sexy as hell as he positioned me like his personal ragdoll.
I lathered soap and washed everywhere. The warm water relaxed my tense muscles and finally I was clean. After toweling off, I opened the closet that connected the bathroom and master bedroom. Every piece of clothing I owned was arranged by season and color. The dress with ripped buttons hung on the inside of the door on a separate hook. Just a sneaky little reminder of what we had done. I smiled.
I put on a long sleeve Vera Wang sweater with a thick collar, some tights, and heels. Then towel dried my hair, pinned my long bangs on the side, and applied light makeup. As I inspected my outfit in the long mirror, I realized that I looked like I was Finnley's, dressed in the clothes he picked, pretty and petite. It wouldn't be a bad thing if I were.
I grabbed my clutch from the dresser, but before heading out the door, I caught sight of several pieces of paper on the counter with a small pile of confetti.
Applied to the balance due.
I ran my fingers through the shredded paper and saw little routing numbers. As I put the pieces together, I realized it was my check for the townhome. Finnley really took my virginity-taking bill seriously, didn't he?
Behind the note was the title with my name written on it in his beautiful curly handwriting.
Sometimes he could be such a sneaky bastard, and I loved it.
Nine
Before lunch, I stopped by the post office and changed my address. I let out a sigh knowing that my mail would now arrive in Vegas. It was really beginning to feel official and like home.
Lori waited for me, early as always, and the host sat us in our regular booth in the back of the restaurant. When she caught sight of me, Lori smiled, but a little crazily, like she knew something I didn't.
"What?" I asked when we sat down.
"No way."
"What? Seriously!"
"You're glowing. Jennifer Downs is no longer a virgin."
"What are you talking about?"
"You, Jenn. You're different. The way you are carrying yourself. I know you. I can tell."
Sue Mary filled our mix-matched set of champagne glasses with mimosas, and we ordered our normal egg sandwiches with hash browns. The little café reminded me of home and country living, and they could fry eggs that tasted like my mother’s. It had to be all the butter.