A bloody fucking tux.
Yes, I knew he said he was going to wear one. I was even mentally prepared for the sight of the black and white covering his tanned skin. Or at least I thought I was. The reality of Fynn dressed to kill wasn’t even remotely close to the mental picture I’d painted.
I’d always been attracted to a handsome man in a nice suit. It had the same effect on me that I assumed lingerie has on most men. Standing so close to him, I was faced with a wall of expensive fabric and strong man. My gaze traveled up the row of pearl buttons, past the perfectly done bow tie and his full lips.
He’d shaved, his cheeks free of the stubble I’d come to associate with him. His black hair was brushed, but fell in that casual way that highlighted his crystal-blue eyes. The black bow tie covered the hollow of his throat, but I could still see enough of his neck to notice the pounding of his pulse point.
The black jacket fit his body perfectly, hugging his arms and chest in such a way that it managed to accentuate his muscular frame rather than hide it. I wasn’t brave enough to look down at his pants to see if they fit his thighs the same way. We’d never make it to the function, or at least we wouldn’t without his clothing being shredded.
“Do I get an invitation in, or are we going to stand here and gawk at each other?” Fynn cocked his eyebrow in that way he does when he’s asking what he considers to be a stupid question.
“Yeah, right. Sorry. Come in.” I hadn’t planned for this and my place was a bit of a disaster. Still, I wasn’t going to kick him out and I was fairly certain I’d picked up all my panties. “Can I get you anything?”
One minute Fynn was walking into my living room and the next he’d turned and wrapped his arms around me. He lowered his face close enough it would have taken little effort to rise up and kiss him, but I was too surprised to do so. Instead, I parted my lips and met his gaze.
“Sophia,” he said in that low voice of his, sending a shiver through me, “let’s not go tonight.”
Bed. We could go to bed and fuck all night long. I already knew how he liked his coffee, so I could make it for him in the morning.
Fynn leaned in and rubbed his nose along my cheek. “I could lick every inch of you. I haven’t gotten to do that yet. I want to taste your pussy, feel your thighs around my face as I suck on your clit. Would you like that, Sophia? Do you want me to make you come?”
There was a very important reason I should have said no to that idea. A teeny, tiny voice in the sub-basement of my brain was probably telling me what it was, too, but the rest of me was beyond being capable of listening.
I think I made a noise that he interpreted as agreement, because in the next instant Fynn had dropped to his knees in front of me and was slowly lifting up the hem of my dress.
“What...what are you doing?” My legs were quivering as his fingers brushed along the tops of my naked thighs.
“I thought it was obvious.” He leaned in and placed a kiss to the side of my knee.
“We have t-to go. F-function and stuff.” I pushed my fingers into his hair and squeezed. I should have been pushing him away, but instead I held him in place. “Carl will be waiting.”
“Fuck Carl.”
“I’d rather not.”
Fynn chuckled as he reached up for my panties. “I promise I won’t mess up your hair and we’ll only be fashionably late.”
“Oh, well, then that’s fine.” I pushed his face closer to my pussy. “Carry on.”
With one fluid motion, he curled his fingers around the band of my panties and pulled them down my legs. His nails scratched across my flesh as he went, sending a weird mix of pleasure and pain through my body, cranking up my arousal. I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me, listening to his soft moans as he continued to kiss my thigh.
I’ve always been a big fan of men who are willing to go down on their women. I had a boyfriend once who thought it was gross and I dumped his ass as fast as I could. Thankfully, Fynn seemed more than happy to press his wicked tongue to my clit and give it a lick. He tossed my dress over his head, blocking my view of what he was doing. I was beyond caring as long as he continued to lap at my pussy and squeeze my thighs with his big hands.
My legs started to shake to the point where I wasn’t certain I’d be able to continue to stand. Fynn must have noticed because the next thing I realized he was encouraging me down onto the chair as he shoved my coffee table to the side. I really didn’t want my new dress to smell like sex, so I carefully pulled it up high around my waist.
“It’s a shame we don’t have time to get naked. I’ve wanted to suck on your breasts again since our time in the porch.”
“Fuck.” I bucked my hips, encouraging him to continue what he’d started. “Don’t do that to me. We’ll never get there tonight.”
“That’s not such a bad thing.” He grinned at me before leaning back down and giving my pussy a long, slow lick. “I could stay here all night and do this.”
All night. That had such a lovely ring to it. “I’m not going to last five minutes. I’ve been so fucking horny. You turn me on.”
Fynn hummed softly and then sucked my clit fully into his mouth. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, so instead I leaned my head fully back against the cushion, no longer concerned about the state of my hair. How could I be when he pushed two thick fingers into my pussy, curling them up to press and spread my passage? He worked me, fucking me with his digits in time with his tongue against my clit. Each flick sent an electric bolt through my body, radiating up to my hard nipples and rolling across my oversensitive skin.
I managed to release my dress and instead squeezed the chair arms for all I was worth. Any thoughts I’d had evaporated when Fynn turned his fingers around and pushed as deep as my body would allow. With a hard suck on my clit, I couldn’t hold back the orgasm that slammed into me. I screamed, my body going rock hard as I thrashed beneath Fynn’s wicked mouth. I had to finally push at his head, needing to escape the pleasure that would soon turn painful if he continued.
“You’re going to kill me,” I said panting and still not quite able to see straight.
Fynn looked as desperate as I felt, but he made no move to undo his pants. His gaze was glazed, but serious as he looked up and down my exposed body.
“I have a condom in my bedroom if this was an unplanned event.” I mirrored the cocked eyebrow that he so loved to give me. “I can grab it and be back in thirty seconds.”
Fynn closed his eyes and for once I didn’t know what was going on in that thick head of his. I would have asked, but his libido must have won the battle, because the next thing I knew he was pushing himself to his feet. “Tell me. I don’t want you to move.”
“Left hand night stand. Top drawer. There’s some lube there, too.”
I was thankful he offered to get the supplies because the idea of moving didn’t seem like a feat I’d be able to manage, despite my offer. Plus I now had the mental image of Fynn in my bedroom. Someday we’d manage to have sex in a bed. In fact, that was now my goal—but not right now.
Because as quickly as he’d disappeared, Fynn was now back. Along the way he’d removed his jacket and bow tie and was now undoing the front of his pants. He set the bottle of lube beside me on the chair, and the cold plastic sent a small chill through me when it rolled against my leg.
He stepped out of his pants and stroked his cock while he ripped open the condom packet with his teeth. “Nice bedroom.”
“Thanks.”
“You can tell you’re a designer.”
“What gave it away? Color coordination? The extra pillows?”
“The artwork.” He rolled the condom down his shaft and reached for the lube. “I doubt I’ll need this. Your pussy was so wet.”
“Can’t hurt to have a little extra glide.” I winked at him. “We need to help shoehorn that big cock of yours in there.”
Fynn chuckled. “I love that about you.”
“What?”
“That y
ou can make me laugh no matter what’s going on.”
He took me by the ankles, lined up his cock and pushed forward with one smooth stroke. When he bottomed out, he didn’t pull back right away, instead looking down into my eyes. Something between us changed in that moment. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew Fynn was seeing me differently than before. And for the first time I didn’t simply see Fynn Babineau, well-known and respected contractor and television personality, but the man who took great pains to hide the real him from the world.
This was the man who’d been emotionally battered as a result of the lawsuit. This was the man who hated being on camera, not wanting to be the center of attention even though he knew it was best for his business. This was Fynn who enjoyed taking extra time to ensure every piece of trim in what would be the kid’s playroom was smooth so no one would get splinters. The man who would buy coffee for his crew and insist they take breaks when everyone was pushing too hard.
This was the man I knew I had fallen a tiny bit in love with.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, not caring that I sounded breathless and needy. “Kiss me.”
Fynn licked his lips, but didn’t do as I’d begged. He thrust into me, grinding hard against my clit, his gaze locked on mine the whole time.
“Kiss me, Fynn.”
“I don’t want you to hate me.” This didn’t sound like the confident man I’d come to know. “I couldn’t stand that.”
“I won’t. I couldn’t. Kiss me. Please.”
His eyes squeezed shut as he hesitated a moment longer before finally giving in. His mouth consumed me as he kissed me hard, his tongue seeking mine. I wrapped my hands around his head to hold him close while we kissed. My heart pounded as my blood surged through my body. This was perfect, he was perfect and I didn’t want the moment to end.
“God, Fynn.” I sucked on his bottom lip. “You make me so hot.”
He gasped and pushed into me harder than before. I was slick from where our bodies connected, a mix of come, lube and sweat. My pussy was super sensitive from my orgasm, making me feel each inch of his thrust.
“Come for me.” I spoke against his lips, tasting his breath. “Fuck me hard and come.”
His mouth hardened as he clenched his teeth. Fynn pulled a sharp breath before increasing the pace of his thrusts and letting out a moan as he came. He tightened his hold around my body and didn’t let go long after he’d finally finished.
At first I thought he wanted to simply enjoy the moment before we had to get cleaned up and face the reality of the fund-raiser. But the longer he remained motionless, the more I became concerned.
“Fynn? Are you okay?”
He pressed his forehead to my shoulder, placing a kiss to the exposed skin. “Let’s skip tonight.”
It was weird to hear him say this again. Fynn was the last person on the planet who’d want to shirk his responsibilities. “You know we can’t do that. Carl would hunt us down. Besides, without new investors we can’t finish the project and I can’t do that to Trinity House. I owe them too much.”
I gave him a gentle shove, encouraging him to get off me. He stood up and offered me his hand to help me get up. Rather than let me walk to the bathroom, Fynn scooped me up in his arms and carried me there. Yeah, it was pretty freaking awesome to be swept off my feet, even if it was in my own place.
We quietly got cleaned up and I couldn’t help staring at him in the mirror. Fynn was seriously distracted and not at all looking like a man who’d just had a fantastic orgasm. While some women might question what had just happened, I knew from our previous times together that this was something beyond feeling guilty about having sex with a coworker.
Tossing the used facecloth into my hamper and giving myself one final once-over in the mirror to ensure I was once again presentable, I turned to face Fynn, my hands on my hips. “Spill it. What the hell is the matter with you?”
There were no denials or brush-offs, which immediately sent my warning bells ringing. Instead Fynn ran his hand through his hair, finally meeting my gaze. “Can we talk about this in the kitchen?”
“Sure.”
I snatched a bottle of wine from my wine rack on the way. If we were going to have a serious conversation about something, I figured we could both use the assistance. “Okay, Babineau, what’s going on?”
He waited until I uncorked and poured us each a generous glass of red before answering. “You never told me much about your time at Trinity House. I only know what you told the crew the first day.”
The wine did weird things to my stomach as I swallowed down a gulp. “That’s right. It’s not a secret, but it’s not something I discuss. Kind of like your lawsuit.”
“Touché.” He held my gaze as he took a sip. “You haven’t talked about the details of your childhood with anyone else, right? I’m assuming Tamara knows, but no one else?”
“That’s right. Although I’m sure Carl would love it if I revealed my whole history to the world.” I set my glass down, scared that I’d spill it now that my hands were shaking. “What’s this got to do with anything?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose and gave his head a shake. “I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Have you spoken to your father recently?”
“My...you don’t mean my stepdad, do you?”
“No. Your biological father.”
I had a tiny list of things that upset me. When television shows kill off my favorite characters, when anything terrible happens to children and the thought of the man who was my father.
“I haven’t seen him since I was five and he didn’t want to talk to me either, so in the end it worked out. I don’t plan on changing that anytime in the future.”
Fynn took a small step closer to me and reached for my hand. I let him take it because I knew what he was going to say next, even before the words left him. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you this, but I overheard Carl after the meeting. Your father will be at the fund-raiser tonight.”
Chapter Nine
Setup for fund-raiser complete. Sound and lighting checks were performed earlier today. Matt and Jason will be in attendance for the shots as they were the only two with suits appropriate for the venue. Personal note: I’m apprehensive about the event tonight. I’ve been asked to step in front of the camera, which is off script from previous discussions. Not sure that will be the best for all involved.
—Impact Load Production Notes, Brian Merrick, Director
The fund-raiser was an intimate event, one that was in full swing by the time Fynn and I had arrived. He’d held my hand from the time we’d gotten out of his truck and while I didn’t always like to lean on another person when it came to moral support, I appreciated his gesture. I wasn’t completely certain what we’d be facing when we got to the hotel, but I was pleased when it turned out to be no more than about fifty people or so and a vast amount of free booze.
All things are made better with free champagne, right?
It had taken me a solid fifteen minutes before I’d been able to speak after Fynn’s revelation about my father. He’d overheard Carl and Brian speaking after we’d left the Reality Life office about the need to add more drama to the show. Fynn knew Carl well enough to suspect he’d try something big and splashy, something that would look great on camera.
I hated snoops in general, but I loved Fynn a whole lot more for not simply dismissing what he’d heard. I didn’t ask how he’d discovered Carl’s plan, but I couldn’t be more thankful that he’d given me the heads-up.
Because if I hadn’t known, if I’d come face-to-face with my dad without warning, Carl would have gotten more than he’d bargained for on film.
Fynn and I had arrived well after the bulk of the investors, and were quickly swallowed up by Carl who had lost some of his normal ease and charm, and a nervous-looking Brian who hovered a few paces away.
“Where the hell have the two of you been? Fynn, I need you to chat with Alden from the Chamber of Commerce. Sophia, come with me.�
�� Carl reached for my hand, but I quickly shifted away.
Fynn and I had spent the drive over discussing what he knew, which wasn’t a whole lot, and had figured out how best to handle things. I called Tamara on the way over and filled her in on what information I had. Once she’d finished screaming, she told me not to worry about a thing.
“I know exactly how to handle Carl.” Tamara sounded gleeful. “I need to make a few quick calls. He’s not the only one with connections at Reality Life.”
Stalling was something I was excellent at. I snagged a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and swallowed down half the glass in a single swallow.
“We got held up.” I smiled, though I wasn’t sure how sincere it was. “It looks like we have a great turnout.”
“Yes, I pulled a lot of strings to get the right people here tonight. I expect you two to do your part if you want the show to be able to go on. Trinity House needs this as much as you do.”
You, not we. I’d like to think that I would have suspected Carl was up to something if I hadn’t been made aware, but I knew myself better than that. I’d been so focused on doing the right thing for the shelter, to ensure I was seen as the returning savor in a venue that everyone would see, that I would have jumped at any opportunity to do so. Carl knew this about me—hell, everyone on the set knew this about me—and I have no doubt that was a part of his plan.
Even knowing what I did, knowing that I’d be coming face-to-face with my dad, a part of me still wanted to ensure that tonight went off without a hitch so that Trinity House wouldn’t be penalized.
Right, time to get this show on the road. I pushed aside all my mental crap and got into character. We had a plan, rough though it might be, and I had a part I needed to play.
I managed to cast one mournful glance at Fynn, who was too busy glaring at Carl to have noticed. “But we just got here. You mean I can’t even have a few minutes to get over my nerves before you throw us to the wolves?”
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