Page 41 of Wintertime Love (Holiday 2)

And he does, because with nothing to muffle my cries, my screams get louder and I beg and plead for him to slow down and move faster. He pushes me into as I again, orgasm and keeps pounding me through it. I can no longer keep up with him and my cry is hoarse as he forces me to come again. My vision turns black for a second and then I’m being forced to sit up and now Finn’s reaching places so deep inside of me, I reach out my arms and cling to him, begging, “I can’t – I can’t!”

He presses his lips to mine. “Yes, you can, Darlin’.” His words are a low growl and when he takes me over the edge one more time, he grunts and then I feel him coming inside me.

My eyes roll to the back of my head and I pass out, unable to handle the overabundance of sensations.

Chapter 8

It’s the need to relieve myself that has me waking up, groggily. It takes a minute to realize that my entire body is throbbing, especially my lower area. I whimper and try to move and it’s then that I discover that I’m lying on top of a very male body with muscled arms holding me close.

The diner. Finn. The way he—

My cheeks flush as I recall the night in perfect detail. “Oh dear God!”

“Wrong name, Darlin’,” he states in a sleepy voice.

Now, in the dim light of the office, I see him watching me, his eyes tired. “Go back to sleep.”

His chest is bare and it feels nice, so I don’t want to move. But my bladder is screaming and I can’t stop blushing for some reason. “I need to…” I look in the direction of the washroom.

Finn sighs, releasing me, “Come back after. It’s cold and you’re my blanket.”

I ignore his words and stand up.

Or at least I try to stand up.

My legs aren’t having it and I crumple to the cold floor, a dazed laugh escaping me.

Finn’s on his feet almost instantly, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”

I can’t stop laughing for some reason, as I am so completely bewildered. “I think – I think I can’t walk.”

His lips crack into a grin.

Suddenly, my laughter dissolves. “What are you smiling about? You did this to me.”

He sobers up and I know it’s an act. His arm comes around my very naked waist and he helps me stand, taking on most of my weight.

It takes me a few seconds to find my feet and I push him away, stumbling to the washroom.

Once I’m done with my business, I take a look at myself in the mirror and my eyes widen in horror. There are fading bluish purple marks all over my chest and neck.

Damn Irish bastard.

When I exit and see the smug look on his face, I know he’s aware of what he’s done. “I hope you’re proud of yourself.” My lips are turned downward.

He pulls on my cheeks, looking too damn cheerful. “Immensely.”

“Now, I’ll have to wear a turtleneck.”

“I’m sure that’s not necessary.” Finn trails a finger over one of the marks. “They look very appealing.”

I raise a brow. “You just want everyone to see them.”

He smiles, innocently.

I huff. But it’s all for show because I see the mark as my fingers have left on his shoulders and they please me. I tug on my bra and panties, and search for my blouse.

He’s already wearing his pants and lounging on the couch, his arms spread over the back of it, looking too relaxed. “Why’re you getting dressed?”

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