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  “Hey.”

  “Hello, beautiful. How was your day?”

  “Uneventful, you?”

  I could hear a door shutting behind him and keys hitting a table. “Just got back from my dinner meeting. I’m beat. Traveling always takes it out of me.”

  Dozer started grunting, upset that I wasn’t paying attention to scratching behind his ear anymore. “Hush, bad boy,” I scolded Dozer.

  “What’d I do?”

  “Sorry, Dozer’s being a brat. Do you want to head to bed?”

  “No, it’s lonely here. What are you doing?”

  “Sitting on the couch with Dozer.” Thump, thump, thump. Dozer’s tail started hitting the cushion at the mention of his name.

  “You should climb into bed with me.”

  “Well, you’re a little far away for that to happen.”

  “Pretend. Do what I say.”

  Chills.

  “Ok.”

  “Let me know once you’re in your room.”

  I practically ran to my room.

  “Ok. I’m shutting my door.”

  Finn’s voice got lustful. “Good, now undress.”

  I tugged at my clothes, leaving them in a pile where I stood.

  “I’m standing in the middle of my room naked, just for you.”

  “Just the way I want it. Get your vibrator out and get comfortable under your adorable blanket.”

  “Ok, one second.” I dove under my bed and threw the box open, grabbing my battery-powered boyfriend eagerly then cuddling under my plush comforter.

  “I’m in bed, babe. Vibrator in hand.”

  Babe. The pet name rolled off my tongue so fluidly. Too soon?

  “Put the phone on speaker.”

  Tap.

  “Done.”

  “Roll your fingers over your gorgeous breasts.”

  A light moan escaped as I massaged my boobs.

  “Pinch and pull on your nipples, love.”

  “Are you…” My voice shook a little.

  I didn’t even have to finish my statement before Finn answered, “Of course. Turn on your toy and slowly rub it on your gorgeous shaved cunt. Go slow. I want you to really enjoy this.”

  The buzzing noise started and my back tensed. I was no stranger to pleasuring myself, especially with my vibrator, but this was my first time having actual phone sex. The act had always seemed odd to me, but Finn was orchestrating my pleasure effortlessly.

  Goosebumps spread down my legs as I groaned into the phone, “Oh, Finn.”

  “That’s what I want to hear. Joey, get rougher, go faster.” He was panting.

  His growl emanated from the other line. “Fuck. Joey. I wish that was me making you shake and moan.”

  “Hurry home then.” My climax rushed in fast. “Holy shit, Finn, I’m coming.”

  A moan rumbled deep in his throat. “Me too. Damn it, Jolene!”

  I tried to catch my breath. “Finn, that was amazing.”

  Finn’s voice was low as he murmured, “Just wait until I get home.”

  “Can’t wait.”

  “Me neither, love.”

  I could hear him yawn.

  “Why don’t you get some rest? We’ll talk tomorrow.”

  “Goodnight, beautiful.”

  “Night, Sir William.”

  Chapter10.

  A few days passed without me hearing from Finn. I kept telling myself that he was just busy shooting and to not worry about it. There was no way I was going to blow up his phone and seem like a stage five clinger, so I let it go.

  When I landed in Nashville, I powered my phone back on and saw that I had a missed call and a message from Finn.

  “Hey, love. Sorry it’s taken me so long to call. The shoot has been really busy.”

  Some lady’s voice was in the background calling Finn to hurry up.

  “Work calls. Chat soon. Miss you, love.”

  Hearing his husky accent through the receiver made my heart putter. I shot off a text.

  Me: Just got to Tennessee, call me when you get time.

  I got all the way to the hotel before a reply came through.

  Finn: I’ll try to call you tonight. Don’t work too hard.

  I set up my laptop and googled how far Boone was from Nashville. He was a five and a half hour drive away—a little too far to just drive to him, but I definitely thought about it.

  I had a busy afternoon of meeting with the bride and her wedding coordinator followed by a boudoir shoot with her. I’d have the following day for touring the city or driving to Finn since the wedding wasn’t until the day after. Originally, I’d been overly excited about taking in the country music capital’s sites, but all of that excitement had flown out the window once I’d gotten love drunk on a sexy Irishman.

  The shoot zoomed by with the most bubbly, adorable bride I had ever worked for. She’d had kind of the same upbringing that I’d had: old money that that she refused to let control her. Her mother would have freaked if she’d known that we were doing a sexy shoot for her husband to be, so she had to pay me in cash, which was totally fine by me.

  After a nice long bubble bath in my suite’s Jacuzzi tub, I slipped into my silk pajamas. I had fought the urge to call Finn for hours, but I desperately wanted to see if he would be up for me taking a day trip to Boone.

  I gave in to my desperation and dialed his number. It rang three times before an unexpected voice came onto the line.

  “Finn O’Shea’s phone.” A perky woman’s voice startled me.

  “This is Jolene. Finn is expecting my call.”

  “He’s in the shower right now. Can I take a message?”

  “No. No message. I’ll try him later.”

  Click.

  What the hell? Why was a woman answering his phone?

  Well, that was that. Why would I have ever thought that Finn O’Shea would be any different from any other two-timing jerkface of the world?

  The wedding had been beautiful, but I was so relieved to be walking through my apartment door. Dozer leapt off the couch where he had been sitting with Brett.

  “Hey! How were my boys? I missed you!”

  I got down on the floor without shutting the front door or bringing my bags all the way in.

  “How did the wedding go?”

  “It was a lot of fun. Great shoot.”

  “And?” Brett was standing over me, hand on his popped out hip.

  “And nothing. I haven’t heard from him since another woman answered his phone while he was in the shower.”

  “Oh honey.” He put his hand on my shoulder, plopping down on the floor next to me.

  I rested my hand on his. “Oh well. That’s what I get for trusting my stupid heart.”

  “Someday someone will be worthy of your love.”

  “I’m not going to hold my breath.”

  He kissed my cheek. “Well, I hate to run when you’re mopey, but I’m going to be late for my shift if I don’t head out. I walked Dozer twice already today, he was antsy without you.”

  “Thanks for staying here with him.”

  “Any time. Love you.”

  “Love you too.”

  I grabbed my bags out of the doorway and hugged my sweet cousin goodbye.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out to see Finn’s name scrolling across the screen.

  Nope.

  I hit the fuck-you button.

  I hope he can take a hint.

  No message.

  I brought my bags into my room, turned on the shower, and didn’t even have my bra off before he was calling again.

  I hit the fuck-you button, again.

  He called again.

  I guess he can’t take a hint.

  I got into the shower without ending the call. The pipes moaned, spewing out steaming hot water that engulfed the tiny space. I loved the way warm water felt rolling over my tired aching muscles. I loved what I did but being on my feet all day, climbing on chairs, and kneeling on mushy grass left m
e exhausted and sore the entire next day.

  Turning off the shower and wrapping my plush robe around my dripping body, I made my way to the couch for a much needed TV-surfing-cuddle-session with my pup. Dozer hopped up next to me, nuzzling his head onto my leg while he shifted to get comfortable.

  After a few Happy Days reruns, I started to nod off, until the sound of knocking came from the front door. I glanced at the clock on the wall: it was almost midnight.

  “Who the hell?” I muttered as I went to the door, straining on my tiptoes to see through the peephole.

  No luck.

  “Who is it?” I reluctantly called through the door.

  “It’s Finn.”

  “Go home.”

  “Please let me in. I don’t know what I did. Just talk to me.”

  “Ask the woman who answered your phone the other night.”

  “What? Joey, let me in.”

  “Are you going to go away if I don’t?”

  “Not a snowball’s chance in hell.”

  “Fine.”

  I cinched the belt of my robe tighter and opened the door. It looked like Finn hadn’t slept in a few days. His eyes had dark circles around them, his shirt was wrinkled, and stubble lined his jaw.

  “So, why are you here?”

  Finn followed me into my living room where I sat on the couch, letting Dozer lay between us.

  “Because I lost my phone in North Carolina and I didn’t get a new one until this afternoon. When you weren’t answering me, I thought you were pissed that I didn’t call you for a few days.”

  I laughed. “Don’t pretend you care about me, Finn.”

  “What in the bloody hell are you talking about? Of course I care about you.”

  “Then who was it that answered your phone the other night while you were in the shower?”

  Finn looked completely stumped for a few seconds, and then a light bulb went off. “Fucking Angie. My manager.”

  “Yeah, good one. It was late at night; she must be one hell of a manager.” I rolled my eyes while Finn shot up from the couch, his eyes wide, hands in the air.

  “We had been working late and had room service called up to my room after going over some of the photos from that day’s shoot. I’ve never touched her.” His brogue was thick as he spoke a mile a minute.

  “Look, Finn, I’m not looking for excuses. We have no commitments or responsibilities to each other. Just don’t lie.”

  He was too nervous; there was no way he was telling the truth. He sat back down next to me.

  “God damn it, Joey! Just because you’ve been hurt before doesn’t mean I don’t feel committed or that I am not a bloody gentleman. Angie has chased girls away before, saying they were bad for my focus. I’m sorry. I should have suspected that she hid my phone and not assumed that a maid swiped it from my room.”

  “It’s really convenient that your phone disappeared right after my call.”

  “I swear.” He got up from the couch and knelt in front of me. “I like you.” A coy smile danced onto his lips before he took my hand in his and continued, “You have bewitched me, body and soul.”

  “Now that is cheesy.”

  He bit his lip. “But it’s the truth. Mr. Darcy was one smooth son of a bitch.” His full lips pressed gently onto mine. “Please believe me. I want you, only you. Promise.”

  “You think that quoting Jane Austen is the key to making me believe you?”

  He nodded. “Is it working?”

  I didn’t know. Maybe he was different. He seemed different. Maybe it was me that was all fucked up and unable to believe that someone could genuinely want to be with me.

  “I guess I just jump the gun a little when it comes to shit like that.”

  “I understand. I don’t blame you. I would have been put off too.” His fingers gripped the belt of my robe, casually pulling it loose. “Let me make it up to you.”

  Before I knew what to even think about what was happening, Finn was carrying me to my room and shutting the door behind us. He gently put me down on my bed, dragging the robe off my body and throwing it on the floor.

  “Lay back and relax.”

  He pulled my knees to the end of the bed, letting my legs rest over his shoulders.

  “I’ve been dying to taste you for days.”

  His kisses started slowly around my bald pussy, gently massaging my swelling bud with his thumb. Lightly he started to lick and suck on my clit, sending electricity shooting throughout my body.

  I cried out, “I love how your tongue feels. Suck harder, Finn.”

  He did as I commanded, and holy hell was he talented. Every flick of his tongue, every light nibble of his teeth, every suck from his lips sent shudders up and down my spine.

  Groans and moans escaped as I gripped the sheets. “Fuck me, Finn. Please.”

  He pulled away from me. “I hope this isn’t too forward, but I got you something.”

  I propped myself up to watch him walk out of my room. I realized I must have been too blinded by my frustration before to notice the paper shopping bag that he had in his hands now as he stared at me from the doorway.

  “Well, what is it? The anticipation is killing me.”

  A shy smile perked up as he slipped a bright pink dildo out of the bag with a bottle of Her Pleasure lube.

  “I thought this might be fun for us to try.”

  I raised my eyebrow. “I’ll try anything.”

  “Good.”

  He hastily pulled off his clothes and his beautifully perfect cock was standing at attention for me as he knelt onto the bed. Finn took a small dab of lube, trailing it from my clit all the way to my ass.

  “Are you on birth control?”

  I nodded, a little nervous about where this was going.

  “Have you ever done it without a condom?”

  I shook my head.

  “I haven’t either.”

  “Fuck it. It’s supposed to be freaking amazing.”

  Finn’s lips crashed onto mine. I took the lube from him, got a small amount, and started to apply it to his hardening dick.

  “Can I fuck your ass?”

  “Please do.”

  He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him.

  “First, I want to feel that gorgeous cunt around my cock again.”

  His wish was my command. I slid him into me and slammed my hips into him. His cry of pleasure cheered me on while I rode him, locking our lips.

  “Grab my tits and bite me.”

  I trembled under his touch as his teeth sank into the tender skin of the base of my neck. After a few thrusts, I could feel his cock throbbing.

  I pulled away from him. “Not yet. You still haven’t told me the plan for that.” I pointed over to the dildo.

  “Turn around.”

  I did as he asked, positioning my ass right where he would want it. A soft buzzing sound started and prickles of excitement made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Finn reached around my body and held the six-inch vibrator to my clit.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass while you fuck your cunt with this.”

  Yes. Holy-mother-of-all-sexual-ideas.

  I lifted off of him, letting him slowly go deep inside me. Pleasure and pain spread quickly while I leisurely rocked my hips into him.

  “Do it, Joey.”

  I angled myself and took a deep breath. The vibrating sensation filled me while Finn gripped my hips, pulling me into his thrusts as I was practically paralyzed from the euphoric ecstasy.

  “Holy shit, Finn. This is…” I couldn’t speak, my orgasm building faster than I wanted it to.

  “Joey, your ass is so fucking tight. You feel amazing.”

  Only a few more minutes was all I could take. “Finn, I’m fucking coming,” I cried out.

  “Good, baby. Come for me.”

  His body quaked under mine as he pulled out and let his warm come shoot onto my back, my orgasm crashing over me like an electric wave.

  I turn
ed off the vibrator and started to get up.

  “Let me.” Finn scrambled to his feet and got a dampened hand towel from the bathroom.

  He sat on the bed behind me, kissing my shoulder as he cleaned my back. “You’re incredible.”

  I turned to look into his gorgeous honey eyes. “So are you. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

  “It’s ok.”

  “Can you stay tonight?”

  He pulled me into him and laid back onto my pillows. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

  Chapter11.

  The next morning I rolled over to find that I was alone in my bed. A sinking feeling started to creep into the pit of my stomach as I heard my front door slam shut. I grabbed my robe from the floor and made my way into the living room to see Finn setting coffee and a bag of bagels on the dining room table.

  “Morning, love.” He made his way over to me, planting a kiss on my forehead. “I took Dozer on a little stroll and grabbed breakfast on the way back.”

  “You didn’t have to do that.”

  He handed me my favorite coffee. “I know. I wanted to.”

  We sat down for our breakfast, Dozer chomping on his rawhide in the living room.

  “When is your next shoot?” Finn looked across the table at me.

  “Actually, today at your hotel.”

  “Brilliant, I’m working at noon.”

  I took the last sip of my coffee. “I have to be there at four.”

  “Hopefully I’ll be able to see you, as long as we’re not too busy.”

  “Will I see you after?”

  “You’re not getting away from me that easily, not after last night.” He winked and I blushed.

  “Good.”

  The large ballroom was packed with excited guests as they filed into the rows, awaiting the ceremony. I was busy snapping candid shots of everyone while my partner for the day was off with the bride doing her first look shots with her dad. Usually that was my favorite part, but I had been brought onto this shoot last minute because the original second photographer had broken his hand in a rollerblading accident while I was in Nashville. So, I didn’t have much say in what I did, I was just along for the ride.

  An all too familiar voice broke my concentration and I got rigid. “Joey? Is that you?”

  I turned around and, to my horror, saw Seth standing there in an expensive suit, without his wife on his arm or a ring on his finger. “Where’s the wife and baby, Seth?”