“Oh, yeah. Better start getting excited.”
“Really?”
“Let’s not shock the security guard or elevator people.”
He snorts. “Elevator people.”
“Yeah. The people we see in elevators sometimes.”
“I call them neighbors.”
“Guess that works too.”
He stares at me. “Pull over.”
I blink. “You want to drive, after all? Is that what this mood has been about?”
“No, idiot. I want to blow you.”
“Oh.”
“Pull over.”
And so I do.
“What you want to do is illegal,” I begin.
“You expect cops to drive past this narrow road with bright-lighted vehicles?”
“Um, maybe?”
Finn chews on his bottom lip, and I realize I talked myself out of getting a blowjob from Finn.
Finn smirks at me, like he knows what I’m thinking. “Let’s take a walk.”
I narrow my gaze, but Finn is already unbuckling and leaving the car. Since I so don’t want to sit in the car by myself in the dark, I go after him. Reeds brushagainst my ankles, and the ground shifts. We’re walking on sand. Ocean waves fill the air, and I inhale a salty scent.
“This would probably be beautiful if I could see anything,” I say.
Finn whirls around. “I know something that will appeal to your senses.”
And in the next moment he cups my face in his hands, and we are kissing, kissing, kissing.
His tongue traces mine, and his grip is firm. I sink into his masculinity. Everything is harder, firmer, rougher than with a woman. And, oh, God, I like it.
“I could kiss you forever,” I murmur when we both come up for air.
His chest vibrates, and I realize he’s giggling. “Says the man who didn’t even want to leave the car.”
“We might get caught.”
“Better lie down, my sweet puck.”
“We’ll ruin our tuxes.”
“I’ll give the drycleaner a huge tip. It will make her day.”
I give a strangled laugh. “We have to make sure that happens.”
