Page 8 of The Billionaire's Final Treasure

Night nurse? Since when?

Suddenly, I get a strange feeling she wasn’t sent by the home health agency. But then … who sent her? I race to my room, only to see Finn hanging out on the fire escape. I fling open the window and lean out.

“I can’t accept this,” I say. “It’s too much.”

“It’s not up to you,” he says with a grin. “Now, are we going to dinner or not?”

It’s hard to believe I finally have a bit of freedom, at least for now. My head spins at the opportunity to do something different and fun. To be with Finn.

I jump out the window and into his arms, and he effortlessly swings me onto his back and down the fire escape.

“Where do you want to go?” he asks once we’re back in his car. “Anywhere at all.”

Overwhelmed by all the choices, I realize there’s only one place I want to go. “I’d like to see where you live,” I say shyly.

He nods. “You’ve got it.”

Just like that, he’ll do anything to please me. And God, can he please me. During the whole drive uptown, I remember the feeling of his fingers on me. By the time we get to his lavish apartment, I can barely keep myself from attacking him.

His apartment is huge. Beautifully decorated with comfortable, modern furniture, with a sweeping view of the river and the skyline. Everything seems shockingly new and shiny after living so long in our rundown place with our threadbare things. How on earth does he afford a place like this? He must be an even bigger criminal than I thought to be able to afford it … Maybe he’s in the mob?

What am I doing here?

His hands settle on my waist from behind, his hard body pressed up against me. Oh, right, this is why. My worries dissolve at his touch and I turn in his arms, tipping my head back for a kiss. The slightest touch of his tongue against my lip sends a shock of lust straight through me. I need him to work his magic on my body again.

I whisper his name as I pull him closer, rubbing against his hard bulge. “Finn,” I say louder, wrapping my legs around him as he backs me toward the couch. The thick shaft finally touches me where I need it, and I grind against him.

“Tell me what you need,” he says, cupping my bottom.

“Touch me,” I plead.

“Where, little girl?”

I push my backside against his palms and he slides his hands lower, his fingers splaying me and finding all of my sensitive spots. “There,” I gasp.

He slides his finger up and down, but through the material of my jeans, it’s nowhere near enough. I shove away and yank open the fly before shoving them down and kicking them away. He grabs my shoulders and looks down at me in my tank top and panties, then turns me and presses me over the side of the couch.

He rests his hand on my back while he spreads my legs and rubs his palm along my pussy.

“God you look good, bent over like this in your cute little panties,” he says, his fingers brushing my clit.

I gasp as my hips twitch upward, eager for him to keep touching me there, drawing out that exquisite pleasure. But instead he traces the edges of my panties, making me pant with anticipation. Finally, he shoves them aside and leans over me, finding the spot where I’ve been dying to feel his fingers. Holding me down, he doesn’t let me wriggle or writhe; he just keeps working my body until I’m nearly crying.

“Do you like it like this?” he asks.

I nod and twist around to see him smiling at me. “Can’t you feel how wet you’re making me?” I want him to be as desperate as I am. “Isn’t it going to feel so good when you ram your cock inside me?”

He chuckles and pushes his fingers deep. “So good,” he agrees, but still not giving me what I need.

I wrestle my top over my head and drag his free hand to my breast. His fingers circle my nipple as he teases my clit and I moan. I want it to last forever, and at the same time I need release, now.

“What do you want to do to me?” I pant. I never used to have such cravings.

He leans closer to my ear. “I fucked you senseless before,” he growls. Finally I can feel his cock between my legs, rubbing along my slit where his fingers were a second ago. “And I’m going to fuck you senseless again, little girl.”

He rams his cock into me and starts pounding my pussy, deep, hard, and fast. I grab the nearest cushion and hold on, moaning with each delicious thrust.

“You’re so big,” I gasp. “I love the way you fill me up.”

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