Finn (Blue-Collar Billionaires 2)

He holds up the plastic bags in his hands. “Delivery.” He pushes past me and I just let it happen. I’m way too tired to protest his high-handed methods the way I usually would.

He takes everything to the kitchen and then is back before I can even drag my weary body after him. “I called the office and Tara told me you were sick. How are you feeling?

I push the hair around my face back. “About how I look.”

He nods once and then picks me up.

“Finn!”

“You looked like you were on the verge of collapsing at any moment.”

“Just tired.” Even saying the words requires more energy than I have at the moment.

In my room, he deposits me gently in the middle of the bed. He pulls the covers back so I can slide beneath and then to my surprise, he slides in next to me. It feels so good to have him here. Like I can finally relax and let someone else take care of things for a while.

"Sleep, angel." He loops one arm over my waist and pulls me back into the cradle of his body.

When I wake up the next time, the television is on, the soft lights flickering over the bed. The curtains are drawn so I can’t tell whether it’s still daylight but I have the sense that it’s late. I turn my head and my nose brushes up against Finn’s chest. That’s when I realize why I’m so warm and cozy. I’m tucked up under Finn’s arm, snuggled against his chest.

He stayed with me.

Finn looks down at me and there’s something indefinably warm in his expression. This is how he used to look at me, like he could spend hours just staring at my face. “You’re awake. Are you hungry?”

My stomach pitches at the idea of food. “No food. I can’t even think about it.”

He sits up slightly and the motion forces me to move back. “Here. Take a sip of water. You can’t get dehydrated.”

I sip from the

cup he holds out obediently. My migraines always hit me pretty hard and I feel like a wet dishrag that’s been wrung out. “Thank you. I feel a little better now. I just needed to sleep.”

Now that I don’t feel quite so delirious, I can fully appreciate the situation. Finn is snuggled up against me. His chest is bare and I glance down at the bottom half of his body buried beneath the covers. Is he naked under there?

He sees me looking and that shit-eating grin of his is back. “I’ve got pants on angel, don’t get any ideas. I'm sure Gloria would kill me if she thought I was in here debauching you.”

“Are you kidding? She'd probably cheer. She's always liked you.” I try to sit up and the room sways slightly. I’m bone tired and I’m groggy as if I’ve been asleep for a very long time.

“Did Daphne come by to clean this morning?” Before I'd left, I'd sent her a text asking her to do it if she had time. Even though this was clearly not a typical job, Finn was still paying for our services. And I really don't want to feel that I'm earning that paycheck on my back.

Finn nods. “She did. That was interesting. First I had to get out of bed to let her in. Then, she accidentally walked in on me while I was dressing because, I assume, you didn’t tell her that the master bedroom was off-limits. That was quite a shock for both of us.”

I can only imagine. Daphne’s probably no longer speaking to me. I definitely should have warned her not to go in his room. I'm also a little jealous that Daphne has seen him half-naked.

"You know you didn't need to send her over. I'm not going to fire you if you skip a date."

"I know that but I've seen how you live. You need daily cleaning."

His soft laughter is a relief. I wasn't sure if he was going to be pissed that I'd done that without asking.

"No, what I need is daily doses of Rissa. But you still look exhausted and that means I haven't been taking care of you properly. So hush and go back to sleep, angel."

There was a time when his proprietary manner would have annoyed me. I'd had more than enough of men thinking they owned me and viewing me as their responsibility. But with Finn I know that he doesn't view taking care of me as an obligation at all. More like an honor. He seems pleased just to be here with me while I'm resting. But I'm reluctant to close my eyes again because I'm afraid this whole thing might turn out to be dream. Then I'll be back to how I was this morning, cranky and depressed because Finn has decided to stay away from me.

I wrap one hand around his neck and pull him down into a kiss. His lips move against mine hungrily and know that it's been just as hard for him to hold back as it's been for me. Our physical connection is so strong that it's hard to be near him and not be affected. Even now, my body is aching and wet, my pussy clenching hard every time he rocks against me. His mouth is so hot and hard on mine, like he's trying to devour me.

"Damn it, Rissa. You're sick and I still can't keep my hands off you." He pulls back and looks into my eyes. He looks tortured and I can see the strain holding back is having on him.

My other hand trails down his back and then stops on his ass. "I don't want you to keep your hands off me."