I could feel my resolve weakening. Well, who was I to turn down worshipful sex? And Finn was a fucking pagan Irish god in the bedroom.
“If you insist,” I said, spreading my thighs wide.
Finn instantly dropped to his knees so he could peel my wet, dripping panties off my ass and down my legs.
My skin and body began to pound with need as he sucked my freaking underwear into his mouth, his wicked tongue flicking out and sucking my soaked panties dry, the sharp flash of his white teeth making me shiver in anticipation.
He was promising me the world, anything I wanted, but I only leaned back as he circled my clit, feeling my nipples tighten against my top.
Finn and I were just way too similar, but goddamn, did he ever have clever fingers. . .
His lips were at my throat, his low growls vibrating in my chest, and I felt my body start to liquify, my thighs start to shake, because damn, I was going to come hard and fast. . .
Suddenly, I heard a terrific pounding on the window, and I looked out over Finn’s massive shoulders to see Astrid, looking like a little blonde rat, her nose plastered to my kitchen window.
“Finn! How could you do this to me?” she wailed like a banshee.
Then I barely had time to register Astrid’s feral little face before there was a terrific rustling and a loudripin the curtainsand my ex-husband Ambrose fell directly out of the curtains and on his face in front of us.
“The fuck?”Finn yelled and as if on instinct he grabbed the back of Ambrose’s shirt and ran him into the refrigerator.
Astrid was screaming now, at the top of her lungs, and for a moment I was struck silent with shock, but then I hopped off the table and grabbed for Finn’s T-shirt.
“Stop! It’s just Ambrose.”
By this time, Finn was on top of Ambrose’s prone body and throttling my ex with his own tie, but at this he stopped and Ambrose fell awkwardly to the ground.
“What thefuckis going on?” Finn asked irritably.
I waved impatiently at Astrid, because she was still pounding on the window and her face was looking pink and flushed.
“Let me in right now,” she was howling.
“I guess we better let her in or the neighbors will start to complain,” I said to Finn.
Rolling my eyes, I gestured toward the front of the house.
“Just come in the door and stop making all this racket!”
Then I turned to my ex-husband, who was trying to stand up in a dignified manner, his face red as a beet.
“Why are you hiding in a corner watching me havesex, Ambrose?”
“That’s not—that’s not what I was doing,” he began as Astrid shot into the room, huffing and puffing and clutching her stomach.
“Then what were you doing?” I asked, leaning back against the counter.
I felt the little flutter of my baby moving, and I spread my fingers on my belly to feel every bit of it. I loved the reminder that she or he was in there happy and well-fed. I hadn’t found out if I was having a boy or a girl at my last appointment, because I wanted it to be a surprise.
And there was no way I was lettingany manstress me out.
“I was—just making sure you were OK,” he said lamely.
“Bullshit,” Finn retorted, folding those massive arms across his chest and glaring at Ambrose.
“What are you doing here, Finn?” Astrid broke in.
I could tell she was trying to get a hold of herself, pretend like she wasn’t freaking the fuck out.
