A Man After Midnight: A Billionaire Romance Novella by B. Randall

Author:B. Randall [Randall, B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-09-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

I wake up suddenly, my whole body clenched tight, so close to orgasm that I can’t catch my breath. For a few seconds, I’m so disoriented, trying to sort out exactly who I am and exactly who is licking at the skin between my legs. And then I smell his skin on the sheets.

Finn.

His tongue leaves my clit, trails down lower, and then he’s fucking me with it. My eyes slam shut, my mouth falls open, and I scream, grabbing ahold of Finn’s hair so I can buck against his mouth.

When I come down, I’m panting up at the ceiling. It’s almost enough to convince me that I’m dreaming. I’m in Finn’s bed after spending the night here, and I just woke up to him going down on me, like that’s totally normal. Shouldn’t I be the one waking him with my mouth?

When I have the strength to open my eyes and look down at him, I see that he’s already dressed. He’s completely put together, in his slacks and his dress shirt, all buttoned up, even the sleeves. His blue eyes find mine, and he reaches up to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. “I have a meeting to get to. I just wanted a taste before I left.” He starts to stand up, but I stop him, leaning forward and grabbing onto his sleeve.

“Wait. Let me take care of you.” I reach for his belt. Behind his pants, I can see that he’s hard, but he pushes my hand away.

“I’ll be late.” He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses it with such tenderness that I feel like there’s something jammed into my throat. “Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. Take a bath. Relax.” He nods his chin in the direction of his nightstand. “I left my number. Use it, please.”

Use it for what? I want to ask. But instead, I say, “I’ll text you. You can save my number in your phone under Devin.”

He’s in the process of fixing his collar, but at my words, he stops, eyes shooting to mine. “Not Valentine?”

I shake my head, and all of his breath huffs out of him before he plants one knee on the bed and pulls me forward so he can kiss me hard, the opposite of tenderness. When his mouth leaves mine, he sighs, and I think maybe he’s just as sad as I am that he’s leaving. How much longer can we do this? When will it be the last time I watch him walk away from me?

I watch him, completely speechless, as he runs a hand through his hair to fix what I did with my fingers and walks out of the bedroom. I wrap his sheet around me and follow him out into the entryway, where he puts on his shoes and calls the elevator. It feels strange to be standing here, being left behind in someone else’s home, but I also love the idea of being here, where there are little pieces of him everywhere, when he isn’t here to observe me.

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