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worry, I’ll get you ready. You’ll be screaming my name before I come inside you. And I will come inside you. Understand?”
    “Yes.” I was lost in a haze as his mouth and hand worked. I squirmed, wanting something, but not knowing what.
    Release. Something was building in me, and if it didn’t let go, I was going to die from it. Maybe that was dramatic, but I couldn’t put it any other way.
    He moved his fingers in and out of me, picking up the pace before he slowed again and removed his fingers. “You see that?” He held his fingers up and they glistened with wetness.
    “Yes.”
    “Taste yourself.” He pushed his fingers into my mouth. I was falling apart and lost and I didn’t even know who I was anymore.
    He moved me down the couch, and then settled his head between my thighs and licked me up and down in one long stroke.
    My legs shook and everything inside me pulsed with want.
    “You will not come yet. You will come when I say so, and I’ll know if you try to lie to me.”
    How the hell was I supposed to do that? I couldn’t control when it happened. At least, I’d never tried. I couldn’t just orgasm on command. “What if I can’t?” I asked, even though I knew questions were probably prohibited.
    “You will. Stop asking questions.” He smacked me lightly on the inside of my thigh. Was that going to be part of it? I didn’t know if I was ready for that .
    If I wanted, I could use my safeword and this would end. He’d leave, and I’d go to bed, and whenever one of my friends asked about Fin, I’d tell them that it didn’t work out. He might be in charge, but I had the power to make him stop. As if he sensed my hesitation, he looked up at me as he slowly kissed my clit.
    My back arched into his mouth and I was lost again.
    Fin went back to work, kissing and licking with his tongue, but then he added his hand, plunging inside me with three fingers. I felt stretched, but not uncomfortable.
    I was inches away from a violent orgasm.
    “Not yet. I told you, not yet. Not until I say,” he growled, thrusting harder with his fingers.
    “I can’t help it,” I panted, trying to get control of my body. It didn’t want to be controlled.
    That earned me another smack, and somehow that loosed my orgasm. I cried out, but he clamped his hand over my mouth.
    “I told you not yet.” He was angry. Really angry. He’d gone all the way to the level of pissed.
    As I came down from my orgasm, he continued to stare at me, searching for something.
    The anger melted from his eyes and he pushed himself away from me with so much force, he almost fell of the couch. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
    What?
    I pushed myself up on my elbows, still in a post-orgasmic haze. He was the one who’d initiated this, who’d told me what he wanted. Granted, I hadn’t really followed his rules, but this was my first time. I wasn’t going to be perfect.
    “Why?”
    He grabbed his coat and shoved his arm through one of the sleeves, but didn’t bother to do the other. It was a replay from just the other night, when he’d bolted.
    Fin backed away from me like I’d just developed a highly contagious disease. “I can’t do this with you. Not now, not ever. Goodbye, Marisol. I’m so, so sorry.”
    And before I could throw my clothes on, he was slamming my door.

And now a bonus scene from
    Fin’s point of view . . .
     
    She was absolutely lovely. Lovely in a way that she was completely unaware of which only made it worse. Add that to the fact she seemed completely captivated by me, and it was all I could do not to take her hand and drag her out of the smoky bar.
    But I couldn’t do what I wanted with this girl. She was Rory’s friend, and she was innocent. No, she wasn’t a virgin (that I knew of), but she definitely hadn’t experienced the kind of sex that I would want to have with her. It would change her. It had changed me.
    Listening to her voice bubble out of her sweet mouth and see her eyes flash when she talked