cheeks over the blush she’d just applied. Don’t you have any manners at all! And Hank is waiting for me so stop it!
Don’t mind me, Snow-Glow. Amusement dripped in his reply. But if you’re gonna listen in during your date, at least keep quiet. Maybe you’ll even learn a thing or two.
A wry grin crossed Finn’s face as he followed the mini-skirted girl currently holding his hand to the back of the club. Music pumped from the main floor, sending deep echoes of bass beneath their feet as they made their way to Charlie’s office. His boss would put a bullet in him if he ever found out what his teenage apprentice was about to do, but then again, Finn really didn’t give a shit.
He’d been after this girl for years. It had taken him until he was fifteen to even get a date, and now, two years later, she was finally giving him everything else after one hell of a makeout session in his car. That tight eighteen-year-old body, that incredible mouth, even the delicate giggle she reserved only for moments she let her guard down. Not even Snow’s earlier intrusion—amusing as it had been—could break him out of this moment.
He locked the door behind them, his hand not even leaving the doorknob before she was tugging at his shirt, lifting it over his head and running her warm fingers over tight abs. He obliged, tossing his jacket and shirt to the floor before grabbing her by the back of the neck and drawing her to him, capturing her mouth with his own. She tasted as sweet as she looked ‒‒ even if he knew this girl was anything but sweet.
Before he could move lower, she pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him back a few inches. “Not so fast, loverboy.”
Finn opened his mouth to protest, only to close it again around her fingers when she held out a pill, prolonging the gesture as a preview of what she was soon to enjoy. She let out a quiet moan that had his insides stirring, then popped a pill of her own and lifted up to her toes.
“You’re in for a real treat now,” she whispered against his lips.
“Just you wait,” he whispered back, surprised by her offering but also thrilled. They both came from junkie parents and typically turned their noses up at narcotics, but in this moment, he was perfectly willing to indulge in a little taste if it meant enhancing the moment with her.
Already Finn felt the effects, his head swimming, the reds and oranges of the office swirling into a kaleidoscope of lust and heat. He saw only black hair and pale skin, emerald eyes staring deep into his own. He felt only her body against his, so soft and supple to all hard parts of him. Their breath left them in gasps as they stumbled back, Finn bracing himself above her as he pushed her up on the smooth oak desk. Skirt hiked up to her hip, legs wrapped around him—his girl was the perfect specimen.
His lips moved to her throat, tasting the soft flesh there, his hands working their way up her arms to her breasts. He reveled in the feel of them cupped so fully in his hands. At the same time, her fingers worked at his jeans, slipping inside the zipper and gripping him, stroking, enough to drive him insane as he floated on the high.
“I want your mouth on me, now,” she ordered, looking up at him with those striking green eyes that contrasted her creamy skin and pouty, naturally full lips.
“As you wish,” he growled back, all but ripping her shirt away from her body. The rest of her clothes followed until she was naked in front of him, sprawled before his eyes on top of Charlie’s desk.
Fuck, this chick is gorgeous , he thought as heated eyes scanned her up and down. His own body tightened in response to the vision before him, urging his hands to work faster as they removed his belt.
“Like what you see?” she purred, fingers dipping beneath her naval, slowly working over her thighs.
He tried, but couldn’t speak. Words didn’t matter anyway. All that mattered was his mouth on hers, their tongues a dance of
Don’t mind me, Snow-Glow. Amusement dripped in his reply. But if you’re gonna listen in during your date, at least keep quiet. Maybe you’ll even learn a thing or two.
A wry grin crossed Finn’s face as he followed the mini-skirted girl currently holding his hand to the back of the club. Music pumped from the main floor, sending deep echoes of bass beneath their feet as they made their way to Charlie’s office. His boss would put a bullet in him if he ever found out what his teenage apprentice was about to do, but then again, Finn really didn’t give a shit.
He’d been after this girl for years. It had taken him until he was fifteen to even get a date, and now, two years later, she was finally giving him everything else after one hell of a makeout session in his car. That tight eighteen-year-old body, that incredible mouth, even the delicate giggle she reserved only for moments she let her guard down. Not even Snow’s earlier intrusion—amusing as it had been—could break him out of this moment.
He locked the door behind them, his hand not even leaving the doorknob before she was tugging at his shirt, lifting it over his head and running her warm fingers over tight abs. He obliged, tossing his jacket and shirt to the floor before grabbing her by the back of the neck and drawing her to him, capturing her mouth with his own. She tasted as sweet as she looked ‒‒ even if he knew this girl was anything but sweet.
Before he could move lower, she pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him back a few inches. “Not so fast, loverboy.”
Finn opened his mouth to protest, only to close it again around her fingers when she held out a pill, prolonging the gesture as a preview of what she was soon to enjoy. She let out a quiet moan that had his insides stirring, then popped a pill of her own and lifted up to her toes.
“You’re in for a real treat now,” she whispered against his lips.
“Just you wait,” he whispered back, surprised by her offering but also thrilled. They both came from junkie parents and typically turned their noses up at narcotics, but in this moment, he was perfectly willing to indulge in a little taste if it meant enhancing the moment with her.
Already Finn felt the effects, his head swimming, the reds and oranges of the office swirling into a kaleidoscope of lust and heat. He saw only black hair and pale skin, emerald eyes staring deep into his own. He felt only her body against his, so soft and supple to all hard parts of him. Their breath left them in gasps as they stumbled back, Finn bracing himself above her as he pushed her up on the smooth oak desk. Skirt hiked up to her hip, legs wrapped around him—his girl was the perfect specimen.
His lips moved to her throat, tasting the soft flesh there, his hands working their way up her arms to her breasts. He reveled in the feel of them cupped so fully in his hands. At the same time, her fingers worked at his jeans, slipping inside the zipper and gripping him, stroking, enough to drive him insane as he floated on the high.
“I want your mouth on me, now,” she ordered, looking up at him with those striking green eyes that contrasted her creamy skin and pouty, naturally full lips.
“As you wish,” he growled back, all but ripping her shirt away from her body. The rest of her clothes followed until she was naked in front of him, sprawled before his eyes on top of Charlie’s desk.
Fuck, this chick is gorgeous , he thought as heated eyes scanned her up and down. His own body tightened in response to the vision before him, urging his hands to work faster as they removed his belt.
“Like what you see?” she purred, fingers dipping beneath her naval, slowly working over her thighs.
He tried, but couldn’t speak. Words didn’t matter anyway. All that mattered was his mouth on hers, their tongues a dance of
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