Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“Haven’t been able to look at anything but you. Did you paint this dress on?” His hand ran down her exposed back that, she’d insisted to Arden, would be too risqué for an election night watch party. But with the wonder in Finn’s eyes, she knew it had been the right choice.
It was a floor-length silk gown the color of sea foam that hugged every curve of her body.
It was worth it. Even if she had to wear those blasted boob stickers again to pull it off.
“You like it?”
“It’s been … problematic,” Finn admitted. He pulled her in close, his face pressed to the side of hers. “I’ve been trying to listen to the speeches from the donors and heads of the various organizations, and all I’ve been able to think about is how with one swipe of my fingers, that dress would be a pool on the floor.”
“You were out of bed so early this morning. I wanted to … give you a little good luck on such an important day.”
“Oh, really?” he asked, his voice getting thick.
“Mmhmm. Wait, what are you doing?” she gasped as Finn spun her, their bodies moving across the dance floor toward the side of the room.
“Well, the numbers are rolling in,” he said, taking her hand and quickly pulling her down a narrow hallway. “I could use a little luck.”
The polls had finally closed.
Votes were being counted.
Henry was popping antacids and looking a little gray.
But Iris wasn’t worried.
And Finn no longer based all his happiness on the results of the election.
He yanked open a door, pulling Iris into the darkened storage closet.
Finn reached up, pulling the string, the harsh yellow light buzzing above them, illuminating the room full of cleaning supplies.
He moved closer to her, intent burning in his eyes.
When his hands lifted, he made good on the fantasy he’d mentioned, brushing the barely there straps off Iris’s shoulders until the material of her dress spilled from her body.
Cool air kissed her flushed skin.
She was left in nothing but her heels and panties, and Finn’s appreciative rumble had her need building quickly, overtaking her so entirely that she didn’t even think of objecting.
The party was in full swing.
There was music thumping loud enough to vibrate up through the floor. Conversation and laughter strained to be heard over that.
No one could hear.
So she didn’t even try to soften her moan when Finn grabbed her and pulled her back to his front so his hands could drift up her stomach to cup her breasts.
Her head fell back, and Finn’s lips pressed to her neck, making a shiver course through her.
His hands were as greedy as her desire, squeezing, his fingers circling, rolling, twisting.
Her soft whimpers deepened to throaty moans as one of Finn’s hands slid down her stomach to slip between her thighs, stroking, circling, teasing her desire from a flicker to a flame.
Her hips rocked as Finn’s fingers slipped inside her.
“So wet for me already.” Finn’s voice grazed down her spine.
“Finn, please.”
“Love the sound of you begging.”
His fingers turned, stroking across her top wall, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Impatient, Iris reached back, tracing the rigid line of him through his pants until he was rocking into her touch, until his breathing went as ragged as her own.
Then his fingers were slipping out, and he was pressing her forward until her forearms were pressed against the wall, her ass arched out toward him.
His hand traced down her spine, teased across her hips, over her butt, then dragged her panties down.
She heard the slide of his zipper, then felt the press of his hard length against her.
Iris wiggled back against it, shameless with her need.
A low chuckle moved through Finn as he teased himself against her. A pressure. A press. A pause.
Iris pushed backward, gasping as he started to fill her.
Her gasp turned into a moan as he sank deeper, slow and steady. He gripped her hips, steadying her, anchoring himself.
Iris’s arms pushed harder against the cool wall, her breath catching with every inch. The stretch, the heat, the dizzying closeness. She felt split open and stitched back together at once.
Finn rocked into her, his rhythm building gradually, deliberately. But unhurried. Like he was trying to memorize every sound she made, every shiver that moved through her.
Iris tried to bite back the sounds climbing in her throat but Finn’s hand grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her back against his chest, his lips in her ear. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”
A breathy cry slipped from her lips, and he groaned in response, sinking in deeper.
She could feel it in the way his fingers flexed on her hips, in the tension coiled tight in his body, how close he was to losing control.
She felt the same urgency building inside her.
But Finn kept the same agonizing pace, each slow thrust sending sparks ricocheting through her.