Finn (Blue-Collar Billionaires 2)

"Shit. Your mother is out there."

For some reason that makes me want to giggle. I bury my face against his chest to muffle my soft snickers. "We aren't in high school. This shouldn't be so funny that we're still sneaking around!"

The soft puff of his laughter washes over my cheek. "It's not like I'm climbing up to your bedroom window or something. I'm just trying not to have your mother come in here and hit me with a frying pan."

I stroke him, watching his eyes darken. "We can be quiet."

He groans when I bring my other hand into the mix and grip him through the front of his jeans. "You can't be quiet, angel. And neither can I."

"It would be fun to try though, wouldn't it?” I unbutton the top of his jeans and then carefully lower the zipper.

"Protection. I don't have a condom. I'm clean but–"

"I'm on the pill and I'm clean too. You're running out of excuses, big boy."

Suddenly he grips my hips and tugs on the drawstring bottoms of my pajamas. I lift up and push them down. I wasn't wearing panties underneath anyway.

"You are an unbelievable tease, do you know that?"

I grip him firmly, positioning him right at the center of my core. Right where I need him. "It's not teasing if you follow through." Then I angle my hips and tug on his ass. The first stroke seats him so deeply that I almost scream right then and there.

"Uh uh, angel. You have to be quiet," he rasps in my ear. The rumble of his deep voice in my ear is sexy as hell.

Then he works himself a little deeper, swiveling his hips slightly as he thrusts. I bite my lip. The pleasure is so intense and every pump of his hips takes me higher. It's incredibly erotic to just lie here while he fucks me, unable to scream or make any noise. The constraint of not being able to make noise makes me more aware of my breathing. My heart rate.

A small whimper escapes when his hands tuck under my bottom, holding me tighter as he thrust faster. His mouth covers mine and the next sound I make is muffled as he slips his tongue in my mouth. I come just like that feeling completely open and dominated, completely consumed by him.

I can tell his release is close by the way his breath starts coming faster. I wrap my legs around him and clamp down on him every time he withdraws. His fingers on my hips tighten and I'm sure I'll have bruises later. But it'll be so worth it, I think as he lets out a harsh groan in my ear. We lie together, panting quietly until he finally moves to the side.

He pulls me back against him again. Part of me wants to just sob at the pleasure of feeling him here, next to me but that would take more energy than I have to expend. For now, it’s enough just that he’s here.

“I missed you. So much. Don't stay away from me, Finn. I know you think it's best for me but it's not. This is what I need.” At another time, when I’m not so sleepy and satisfied, I’ll probably regret my candor. But right now I don’t care. It’s how I feel and I’m tired of pretending.

"I need you, too. And I won't be staying away from you for much longer. There's just something I have to take care of first."

"What do you have to take care of?" I ask but the question is interrupted by a giant yawn.

His lips brush over my forehead. "Right now, you need to sleep. Close your eyes, angel. I'll still be here when you wake up. Then we'll talk."

* * * * *

The next morning I roll over and clutch the pillow I'm holding tighter. I always sleep like the dead after I've had a migraine and last night was no exception. Especially since Finn was there. I always sleep better when he's there.

I open my eyes and frown at the empty space next to me. I prop myself up on my elbow and look around. The house is quiet but the pillow still has the slight indentation where his head rested. Why would Finn sneak out in the middle of the night? Then I catch a glance at the clock on the dresser and scramble to get out of bed. It's almost nine, way later than I usually get in to work. I only hope the other girls haven't needed me for anything.

After a lightning fast shower, I dress in a white T-shirt and jeans, pulling my Maid-4-U logo apron on over it. I pick up my purse and pull out my cell phone. I frown. There are little red flags everywhere. I've never had so many unread texts, voicemails and emails simultaneously before.

I quickly scan the texts. The oldest one is from Finn. He had some meeting this morning and didn't want to wake me. The rest are all from Daphne and Tara. Same with the voicemails. Once I see that my emails are mainly from my partners, too, I call the office with a sinking feeling in my chest.

Daphne answers on the first ring. "Thank god, Rissa. You have to get in to the office."

"What is going on? I have so many messages to listen to."

Daphne pauses. "We just got a call from Mercers. They've been sold and the new owner isn't renewing our contract."

I clap a hand over my mouth. We knew this was a possibilit

y. I'd heard rumors over the years that the owners of Mercers wanted to sell and relocate but they were being really choosy about potential buyers. They wanted to sell to someone with long ties to the community and there aren't many people in this area with that kind of money.