Finn (Blue-Collar Billionaires 2)

He looks so sad and that's not what I wanted at all.

"Okay, I'll make some calls and arrange for someone to cover for me tonight. Then I'll swing by my house and change clothes."

"Wear your best dress. And pack a bag before you come back." He gives me that intense stare again and my nerves start dancing again. Everything feels like it's moving so fast but I wouldn't stop it even if I could. For the first time, I'm doing something reckless and it feels completely right.

It feels like home.

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When I get back to Finn's place that afternoon, I'm carrying a small suitcase and two garment bags. I brought one formal dress but also a really cute, black jersey knit dress that can pass for cocktail if necessary with the right accessories.

Finn hasn't told me anything about where we're going so I'm not sure which one I'm going to wear yet. I wish he'd give me a hint. Men don't understand these things. Being overdressed can be just as uncomfortable as being underdressed.

I'm in the tub again when he comes back home. I look up to see him observing me from the doorway.

"Another bath?"

Suddenly self-conscious about my obvious love for this decadent bathtub, I poke my tongue out at him. "I'm pampering myself before our date. I didn't get to relax last time. I was too busy being ravished by this insatiable caveman."

"Cavemen are so demanding, aren't they?” His eyes roam over every inch of my exposed skin. "I could definitely get used to this view."

I draw my knees up teasingly, blocking my breasts from his view. "You can't just watch me! If you want to see then you have to get in."

"If I get in there with you, we won't make dinner." But that doesn't stop him from sitting on the side of the tub and stroking his fingers over my skin.

"Hmm, are you sure?" Because I'm starting to care less and less about going out now that he's here and his hand is making its way slowly up my thigh.

"I'm sure. But that doesn't mean I can't play a little." His mouth covers mine just as his hand cups me. I arch into the touch and when I gasp, he chuckles against my mouth.

"So soft. So sweet. I could just play with this all day." He croons between kisses.

The water laps against the side of the tub as his arm moves, dancing over my pussy lips, teasing me until my hips lift of their own accord, trying to get more contact with his fingers. When I open my eyes, he's watching me. That sends my desire skyrocketing. I've never come like this, while I'm lost in ecstasy and he's so still. Watchful.

"I just want to see it. The moment when you fall apart. It's so beautiful."

Suddenly he thrusts one thick finger deep inside me, pressing and holding it there while his palm grinds against me. I explode against his hand, my cry swallowed when he kisses me again. The pleasure rolls through me like a wave until I'm leaning against Finn's arm completely boneless. When I open my eyes again, his carnal stare is fixed down at the water where his hand is buried between my thighs. He gently pulls his fingers out and I shudder at the small shocks of pleasure caused by the movement. He sees my reaction and grins, looking completely pleased with himself. I laugh weakly. I can't even fault the man for his arrogance in this particular case. He really is quite talented.

"This memory is going to keep me on the edge of my seat all night," he comments. He reaches for the towel and then extends his hand. I stand and step out of the tub, shivering as the cool air hits my skin. He rubs me briskly with the soft towel and then when I'm dry, tosses it on the floor. I just shake my head and bend over to pick it up and hang it back on the rack.

"Come on, we're going to be late."

"Late? Does that mean reservations?"

He chuckles at my attempt to pry our destination out of him. "Perhaps. But first we have a very important appointment."

I put on my best lingerie and at Finn's indication, the more formal dress. It's long and black with a sweetheart neckline that frames my chest perfectly.

When he sees me standing in front of the mirror, he pauses. "Every time I see you, I wonder how the hell I ever got so lucky."

The compliment sends a warm shiver through my veins. With a chest my size, it's hard to find dresses that don't make me look like a wannabe porn star but this one gives me a classic hourglass silhouette and I always feel beautiful when I wear it. Finn emerges from his closet wearing all black. A black suit, black shirt and a slim black tie. On anyone else it would probably look depressing but on him, the effect is magnetic.

"You look good, too. Very James Bond."

He laughs at that and then offers me his arm. When we walk out to the elevators together it all feels so magical. I want to giggle a little because I feel like I'm in a movie, getting whisked off for a night on the town with a handsome man.

The Bentley is at the curb and I smile at Jonah. He gives me the tight-lipped version of a smile that I've come to realize is just his way. I was sure he didn't like me in the beginning but then over time I observed that he's like this with everyone. He seems to take his job very seriously and I'm grateful for that.

It makes me feel better to know that Finn has someone watching his back. He worries about me but I worry the same way for him. Especially now that he has money because after my time in the Carrington's world, I know just how many people are willing to lie, cheat, steal and even kill for it.