Page 38 of Wintertime Love (Holiday 2)

Another precedent.

“She taste tested it and she would only let me out of the kitchen once it was perfect. I spent the entire day just cooking and failing and then cooking all over again.” Finn doesn’t look the least bit upset by how he’s wasted his entire day.

I look down at the food with a renewed gaze. I pick up a forkful of rice and chicken and bring it to my lips. Even if it tasted like crap, I would still have found it to be the best tasting dish in the world. However, it is delicious, bursting with spices and flavor. It’s different from how Aunt Helen makes it but equally mouthwatering if not more so. “Thank you.” I smile slightly. “You really put a lot of thought into this.”

Once he sees that I’m not finding fault with his food, Finn relaxes. “Anything for you, Darlin’. Considering how bad our last date went, I wanted this to be one that you remember.”

I glance down at my feet with a wry smile on my face. “Well, my feet are aching enough for me to remember it for a while.”

He waggles his brows. “Ever had a foot rub on a date?”

I stare at him. “Absolutely not!”

But an hour later, I’ve lost once again as I’m leaning against the arm of the couch in my office while Finn has my foot in his grasp and his expert fingers take out each hurt and ache.

He murmurs, “You’ve got such delicate feet.” He pulls on my big toe.

I glare at him. “Stop that.”

“Why?” He grins, cheekily, doing it again.

I try to kick him and he grabs my ankle and yanks.

Suddenly, I’m lying on the couch and the look in his eyes has changed from playful to that of a predator who is ready to devour me.

My lower region tightens. I’m wearing thin stockings under my long skirt and suddenly I feel exposed to his hot gaze. “F-Finn,” I stammer out his name.

He runs his eyes over me as if I belong to him and he has every right to do so. His hands crawl up my legs, caressing, squeezing, bit gentle.

I open my mouth to let out some protest but nothing comes out. Even when his hands are not touching my skin, I feel their pressures the way my skin tingles from the very shape of them.

Finn doesn’t move, just running his hands up my legs, contentedly, luring me into a false state of calm.

“What are you doing?” I ask my mouth dry as I notice how my skirt is inching up, bit by bit.

“Marveling how lovely your legs are,” he says, softly. “All lean and slim. I love watching you walk, your hips swaying behind you. You’ve got that kind of ass on you that’s begging to be broken in.”

His words cause heat to rush to my cheeks and I know I should feel a little indignant but I can’t bring myself to feel anything aside from the restlessness his touch is bringing me.

“Nothing to say?” He taunts me.

As I open my mouth to make a retort, his hand is suddenly cupping my clothed pussy and I jerk forward in shock, my inner muscles clamping in need. Finn smiles, it’s not an arrogant smile but a propriety one, as he says, softly, grinding his heel into my clit, making my legs twitch helplessly, “You’ve been really mean to me, lately, Darlin’. Don’t you think that garners a little punishment?”

“No,” I half gasp out. I can barely handle what he’s doing to me right now. How am I supposed to survive what his punishment will entail?

“I think it does,” he says, thoughtfully, grinding his hand ever harder, making my back arch as I let out an involuntary moan.

I’m completely at his mercy right now and the bastard knows it.

“Spread your legs,” he orders and I hesitate, making him raise his brows. He leans forward and with his other hand, grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his calm gaze. “Darlin’, when I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done. You can boss men around all you like outside of the bedroom but in here, I don’t like being disobeyed.”

His words make my nipples harden, painfully so, and I know he can see them through the sheer white material of my blouse. His smile is apparent. “If your friends could see you now, the fierce independent Clara, so submissive when I put my hands on her. What would they think?”

My lips tremble and my mind is slowly growing blank the way he keep rubbing against my clit. His words are drifting in and getting me even hotter.

He releases my jaw and then delivers a sharp slap top the outside of my thigh. “Spread your legs.”

This time, I obey mindlessly, my hips moving against the heel of his hand, soft helpless sounds escaping my throat as he drives me insane by rubbing against that sensitive nub through my underwear.

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