Page 41 of Savage Blooms
Eileen waited until Dasgupta was back in his car and backing down the drive to abandon her cigar in anearby box, along with five others that hadn’t even been unwrapped.
“Have you ever considered being cooperative with him?” Finley asked, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. “It might help things.”
“Irritating dear old Gregory is one of my great pleasures in this life,” Eileen said, holding an arm out to Finley and beckoning him over to the settee. “Speaking of pleasures…”
“No,” Finley said: crisp, succinct, a little mean. He liked to pretend that it was Eileen who got off on trading power and Finley who got off on trading pain, but there was an undeniable joy in telling her no and watching her fume about it. He liked knowing he had that power over her, at least. “I’m not rewarding you for bad behavior.”
“When have I ever been bad?”
“Every day of your life.”
“Come on, Finney. I’m trying to be sweet.”
Finley settled down onto the settee and nodded at the ground. Eileen, who knew protocol well enough even if she didn’t always abide by it, dropped to her knees beside him.
“You’ve been avoiding me all day,” she said, unable to keep a little of the petulance out of her voice.
This was not going to be a tender reunion, Finley decided. If Eileen wanted to touch him so badly it would be on his terms and for his pleasure only.
“Show me how much you missed me, then,” Finley said, leaning his temple against his fist as he watched herunbutton his fly. Eileen wrapped her fingers around his cock, stirring him to life.
“Mouth,” Finley ordered. “Slowly.”
Eileen did as she was told and wrapped her lips around the head, making Finley’s breath catch in his throat. He suppressed a small gasp, not wanting to give Eileen the satisfaction of getting to him so soon. It was better for both of them if he pretended he didn’t have a hair trigger when it came to Eileen.
She worked all the way down to the base, pushing herself until her eyes watered, and applied just the right amount of pressure with her tongue.
“Pace yourself,” Finley said, threading his fingers through her hair. “You’re liable to be down there a while.”
Eileen groaned despite her full mouth. Cockwarming was one of Finley’s favorite punishments, as it was something he enjoyed immensely that frustrated Eileen no end. The ache in her jaw by the end and the spoiled satisfaction of keeping every stitch of her clothes on and being forbidden even from touching herself was usually enough to set her straight.
Eileen forced herself to slow down, breathing through her nose as she dragged her tongue up and down, swirling in circles around his cock. Finley spread his legs further, slotting his fingers through Eileen’s hair and rubbing an encouraging circle at the nape of her neck with his thumb. He took one shaky breath, then slid right back into the rhythm of silent togetherness that formed the foundation of his relationship with Eileen.
Sex was a threaded needle that stitched them together, bone to bone. The instant it had become available to them, they had used it to make promises to each other, to tease each other, to unify after arguments, and of course, to torture each other in a hundred tiny ways. When Finley was sure of nothing else, he was sure of Eileen. He was sure she wanted him, and he was sure he wanted her.
“You’ve been spending plenty of your time with the Americans,” Finley said, smoothing her hair back from her brow as she bobbed her head up and down, agonizingly slow. Any faster and he would yank, forcing her to soften her mouth, pause, and start from the beginning again. “Maybe I don’t like watching you making doe eyes at Adam and falling all over yourself whenever Nicola smiles at you.”
“Who can account for the whims of the flesh?” she said, coming up briefly for air.
“Whim of your flesh?” Finley asked, capturing her by the chin and pulling her away from her studious work. “Or whim or your heart?”
“Don’t get jealous on me, old man. You know I don’t go in for that. I thought you didn’t either.”
“Maybe I’m jealous,” Finley said, wiping away the slick from her plush lower lip with his thumb. “Or maybe I’m the only one exercising caution here. Have you thought of that?”
“I have everything in hand.”
“Everything? Even Adam? What makes you think youcan possibly get him to agree to what you have in mind? He’s no idiot, Isla. He’ll riddle it out in time.”
Eileen rolled her eyes and wrapped her fingers around Finley’s length. Finley opened his mouth to snap out a warning, but then he let out a distinctly helpless groan as she squeezed.
“Take me to bed,” Eileen said, suddenly insistent. “I can’t stand it. Look, I’m begging.”
“You’re awful.”
“I’m liable to be worse if you don’t fuck me expeditiously.”
Finley looked into her eyes for a long moment, a muscle in his jaw tightening and untightening.
