Finn
“Change of plans. I think I’m going to have you as an appetizer, and then we’ll order dinner.”
My stomach does summersaults thinking about the way he devoured me last night until I saw stars. “Sex, dinner, and then more sex. A girl can get used to this.”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea. We’re just getting started.”
Chapter 15
Finn
Tripp’s a dead motherfucker. The whistle was bad enough, but his eyes haven’t moved off of Presley since we walked in her door. She currently has her cell to her ear as she runs around in a frenzy, throwing things in her bag.
‘I’m sorry’ she mouths and gives me an apologetic look, pointing to the phone.
‘It’s okay’ I mouth back.
She hustles to her computer and starts typing frantically, as I elbow Tripp in the gut.
“Get your eyes off my girl before I blind you,” I hiss.
“Man, how the fuck did this happen? What’s she doing with you?” he goads me then sidesteps out of my reach. “I mean, look at her.”
I don’t have t
o because the sight of her in the aqua blue halter dress and matching sandals is burned in my brain. If he wasn’t here, I’d have her pressed against the wall with her legs wrapped around my waist while my dick was buried in her wet heat.
“Tell me again why I agreed to let you ride with us?”
“Because Presley wouldn’t let us take the bikes.”
“I understand why now.” I refer to her outfit. No matter how hard I tried to get her to agree to the motorcycle, she argued that tonight was too important to show up in shorts with helmet head. Then she explained she was still a little nervous about my friends and wanted to make a good impression. And since I have no balls left, I conceded with no pressure.
It’s been three days since I left Presley in bed on Wednesday morning and forced myself to meet Robbie at the gym. She’s had Winnie Wednesday through Friday night this week, and we decided it was too soon for me to spend the night. Presley wants to talk to her dad and Winnie together, she explained nervously.
I wasn’t happy, but I understood, telling her to take her time and ease them into the idea. But damn if I’m not going to push her to have that conversation soon, because after having her in my arms when I fell asleep and woke up for those few days, I became addicted. Even when she called me after Winnie was asleep, it was no comparison.
“Stace, hold on a sec. My boyfriend and his friend just arrived.” Presley puts her phone down and comes to me. “Hi.” She lifts up and presses her lips against mine, then she reaches over to squeeze Tripp’s arm.
“Guys, this will only be a few more minutes. This client has been out of touch for a few weeks because of personal reasons. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. There’s beer in the fridge.”
“No problem.” I sweep her hair over her shoulder, gripping the back of her neck. I run my lips across her cheek and nibble lightly on her ear.
“Promise to hurry.” She steps away and goes back to her call. “Guys, this may get a little dicey. Warning you now.”
Tripp and I exchange a look of confusion until Presley starts chatting again.
“Okay, Stace, I’ve sent you my notes. Once you read over them, we can discuss. Most of the concerns stem around your sex scenes. Graphic sexual content is acceptable in a romance, but some of your elements borderline BDSM. We have to tweak to the market you are targeting.”
She stops talking and scribbles on a notepad.
“I think I need a beer for this.” Tripp goes to the kitchen and comes back with two bottles, handing me one.
“Remember, you are paying me for content editing. This is only my opinion. You do what you want.” Presley crinkles her eyebrows and bites on the end of her pen.
Silence.
“Okay, I think you’re off to a good start. There’s some definite heat between these two characters. We just need to finesse the scenes. For example, I’m not an expert but, when giving a blow job, I’m not sure a man wants his balls to be bitten.”
Tripp and I both hiss and groan at the thought of someone clamping down on our balls with their teeth.