Page 33 of Match Made in the Maldives

“That doesn’t matter. Please, Finn.”

Finn wrapping his hand around his cock with his eyes on me sets the last piece of the puzzle into place.Thisis what I wanted. The friction of my hand, yes, but also Finn pumping his shaft with a concentrated intensity. He jerks himself at a steady pace, alternating between watching me down there and lookingstraight at me, his eyes hooded with desire. I’ve never felt sexier in my life.

“You like me studying you like this? And showing you how crazy you make me while you touch yourself?”

I nod, biting back a whine. “I’ve never done this before,” I confess. “Not with someone watching.”

“Fuck, Luna. I could watch you all night.”

“I wish you would.”

The tip of his erection shimmers with pre-cum while his arm beats up and down. I imagine all the places and positions I’d like to take him—us intertwined in the back seat of his car, him slamming into me from behind as I grip my headboard, me with his length in my mouth on the couch. Already, I’m thirsting for the next time and the next time, before we’ve even finished up here. The space between my legs yearns for relief.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says in between breaths. “I can’t wait to touch you like that. Use my hands and my mouth and my cock to get you wet.”

“Finn.”

“I wanna see you undone. Show me how you come, baby girl.”

The gravel in his benevolent demand, combined with the weight of his intent gaze, rips me in two. I turn my head, screamingyes, yes, into a pillow, stars bursting behind my eyelids. I’m levitating, made of pure clouds and bliss, as I ride out the flutters of my orgasm.

Finn’s measured breathing lures me back to earth. His arm beats at a more intense pace, and a grunt tells me he’s close too. Brazen and high on endorphins, I trail my finger up one side of my entrance, then the other.

“Hey, Finn?”

His response comes out strangled.

“You better look at me when you come.”

“Oh, Lou.”

The subtle slapping sound of him jerking off increases, and he groans as his face twists into his release. He stares me down like he would do unspeakable acts to me in the dead of night. That’s what I came here for, yet the reality is even better. His head collapses onto the duvet, eyes closed and his hand covered in a sheen of himself.

Once we both clean up, I do a double take of myself in the mirror. My part’s off-kilter and some mascara from the day has smudged, but the post-orgasmic glow has me looking fresh and satisfied.

When I return to his bedroom, Finn’s on the bed, his arms wide and welcoming me to cuddle with him. I can’t resist this soft, sentimental after-sex side of him, so I nuzzle into the cozy crook of his arm.

“That was better than I could have ever imagined,” he says. “We didn’t even touch each other.”

“You’ve imagined it? Us?”

“Uh.” He clears his throat. “Next question, please.”

“C’mon. It’s kind of sweet to think about you pining after me.” I trace the veins in his forearm, up and down. “I always figured you saw me as a bother. Someone who interrupted your hangout time with Aaron.”

“No. I’m just awkward around you. Never find the right thing to say.”

“Sure knew what to say when I was climaxing.” My body delights in the sensation of him chuckling, his body rumbling against mine. “Did you imagine us doing it more than once?”

“Again, self-preservation.”

“I’ve thought about it,” I say, and his eyebrows jump. “I mean, not as detailed as this. But after our kiss in the bar, I’d let my imagination wander. Sometimes I wondered if you ever did too.” I weave my fingers into his. “We said we should take our time, but do you feel guilty sneaking around? Me and Mom got mani-pedis today, and I underestimated how crappy it is not telling her what’s going on. With my ex and work, of course, but also with you. And you might be taking this job in California, so maybe this is a fling for you, which is fine, so—”

“Lou, you are more important.” He pauses, searching my face. “If we’re really doing this, I’ll just have to figure something out with work on my own. Decision made.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“No. But you’re not just a fling for me.”

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