The Pleasure of Panic by JA Huss

Author:JA Huss [Huss, JA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-14T18:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - ISSY

I wake to the sound of the TV in another room and for a few confusing seconds, I have no idea where I’m at. But then I smell him—the shampoo we used last night in his shower—and the whole thing comes back to me.

Not like a nightmare though. Which I have to ponder for a moment before I let my thoughts wander down the inevitable path.

Like a dream. And even though most of it has the potential to be—well, let’s be honest here since I’m only talking to myself—scary as fuck, I’m decidedly pleased with last night.

The sex. Was. Fantastic.

And I’m not even talking about the wall sex at my house, or the kink-play we did when we got here to his place. I’m talking about the stuff we did after that. The slow stuff. The seductive stuff.

“Oh, you’re awake?” Finn is standing in the doorway, leaning up against the wall. His head is cocked to one side, like he’s not sure what kind of mood I’m gonna be in, and his expression is something between fear and excitement.

The pleasure of panic, I realize.

It’s sexy as fuck. And he’s looking hotter now—wearing nothing but those same cut-off sweat shorts—than he did last night in his black Fed suit.

“I’m awake. What time is it?”

“Nine am. I should probably take you home.”

“Oh.” Well, that deflates me.

“So you can change, ya know. And get ready for your seminar.”

“Oh. So… what are you doing today?” I’m trying to feel him out, which is what he’s doing to me.

“What do you think I’m doing?” He grins. Wide. “I’m your bodyguard, Ms. Grey. I’m following you around, playing chauffeur, and generally being your muscle.”

I smile. Pretty wide.

“Not that you need muscle,” he continues, walking slowly towards the bed.

I can’t take my eyes off him. The planes of his stomach are perfect. His unshaven jaw just makes me want to picture him between my legs. And his shoulders. Damn. They are so wide. Wide enough to be the perfect pillow for my head last night.

I cuddled with him.

The thought is startling. Mostly because I’m not really a cuddly person, but also because I might want to turn into a cuddly person. With him.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, sitting on the bed near me. He sinks into the mattress and I let my body roll towards him a little, until my face is right next to his thigh.

I lift my head, scoot closer, and rest it right on his leg.

Yup. He makes me want to cuddle.

“Do you want some breakfast before we go?”

“What are you making?” I ask, looking up at his hazel eyes.

“Cereal,” he whispers.

“Sounds great,” I whisper back.

“OK,” he says, throwing the covers off me and slapping my thigh. “Get up. And come as you are.”

He leaves without looking back so I get up and follow. Just like I am.

Boxers and t-shirt. Both his.

Maybe I’m his too?

I don’t know why I’m thinking this shit. This really isn’t me. I’m not usually this girl.

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