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  “I am happy, Finn, because I’m with you but…my mother isn’t like anyone you’ve ever met. She charms everyone with her star persona but I actually had to grow up with her, and she is incredibly insecure. Now she’s old too, and it would be so much easier for her if I were ugly. I think she secretly wanted an average looking daughter but she doesn’t see me as average even if I am—”

  “You’re kidding, right?” He looked at her gorgeous face and sighed. “Honey, you’re beautiful on the inside as well as the outside. Even if you didn’t have blonde hair and wore your own natural hair color—”

  “—you mean my dirty blonde locks that do nothing for my complexion?”

  “Yeah, your dishwater blonde hair, you still have a light inside those gorgeous eyes of yours, and you are so full of life. She has every reason to fear you. Her hubby was staring pretty hard, and you can’t tell me a thirty year old like him wasn’t thinking lecherous thoughts about you.”

  Evie smiled at him after he grabbed her ass possessively with both hands. “Mmm, nice moves, Romeo but you’re going to have to dance with me before you have your way with me. Let’s go.”

  She dragged him into the house where Brandon and Fiona were dirty dancing to the Femme Fatale re-mix of Britney Spears’ “Till the World Ends.” Evie dragged him to the hard wood floor, and they began to dance as she turned around against him. She began to grind her ass against his crotch as the music took over her body.

  He loved to see her like this in better spirits, and had a feeling she would be all right. Once they visited her mother and got everything settled, she would be fine. Of course that didn’t mean he was averse to using his multitude of Irish charm if he had to because he never had any intention of settling in California. He would be damned if his baby would be dragged back to the land of movies and fake tans kicking and screaming.

  Evie turned toward him as the song ended and slower one came on by Robin Thicke. She placed her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. “This song expresses how much you mean to me. I am lost without you, you know that right?”

  Finn smiled in return and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. “Of course which is why I will do everything in my power to make sure you won’t have to go anywhere.”

  Her head rested against his shoulder for several stolen moments before she looked into his eyes again and leaned toward him. Her lips found his without any problems, and before he knew it they kissed each other deeply and passionately. Their tongues touched and teased one another as she ground her pelvis against his growing hard-on. She knew exactly what she was doing, he thought as he twisted his hands through her silky locks.

  They stood where they were and got lost in one another. The scent of each other, their breath and the feeling of their bodies pressed tightly against one another. He began to back up until he’d reached the staircase and that was when he decided to take advantage, and lifted her in his arms.

  She held on tightly although they never broke their kiss, he expertly guided them to his bedroom. He wished for a moment she had chosen a skirt or dress instead of pants which he would have to unbutton and help her slide out of them. As soon as he got her to his room, he closed and locked the door before his hands reached for her jeans and began to unbutton them.

  Finn was hard, painfully so, and he wanted to make love to her with all encompassing and fiery passion. He never got tired of being inside of her, and moving with her. After all, he’d broken her virginity, and every time she allowed him inside her body, it felt like a sacrifice on her part.

  They knew where it all led and had proof with the child that had been born to them but it was different this time around. They were both older and wiser; Evie was on the pill, and he’d made damn sure he was never as careless as he was when he’d been younger and raging hormones had taken over common sense.

  The moment he undid her zipper, he pulled her jeans off, thong included. Her beautiful lightly tanned skin, which smelled faintly of vanilla and lemon enlightened his senses but it was the sight of her sex, bare and waiting with only that landing strip of hair that caused his erection to become downright painful.

  His fingers caressed that sensitive spot between her legs, and she moaned out loud before opening her legs in a lascivious manner as she climbed onto the bed. Her vaginal lips glistened with moisture from her arousal and her clit sat like a queen on a throne, hard as rock and pronounced in such a sexy way, it was vulgar and beautiful at the same time.

  Finn began to unbutton his own pants and watched as his own cock sprung out and pressed itself in a curve against his belly.

  “Well, if that isn’t a thing of beauty, I don’t know what is,” Evie murmured before her gorgeous gray-blue eyes met his own.

  “I want you to play with yourself,” he commanded.

  Evie raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow before her right hand reached down between her parted thighs and opened herself to him with her fingers while her index and middle finger lightly caressed her clit. They circled the nub in a slow, languishing way before she reached further down and slid two fingers inside herself. She pulled them out slowly, her fingers glistened with her own juices before she raised them to her mouth and sucked on them in seductive, come-hither way.

  Finn lost all perspective and slid out of his jeans before he pulled off his tee-shirt and stalked toward her with a predator’s grace. He leaned down and his mouth immediately suckled her clit greedily as her fingers played with her rock hard nipples.

  She tasted of honey and heaven, salt and sin. Her skin heated beneath his touch and as the juices began to flow, he spread her lips like a flower and darted his tongue into her hot passage that was slick with her own desire. His tongue slipped in easily and he tongue-fucked her in a languid pace that had his own cock on fire to be inside that sweet, tight, moist spot of her body.

  Everything about her was perfect. From that tight passageway that lead to a den of pleasures to her perineum, which he teased for several moments. Her anus was tight and pink, perfect as far as he was concerned, and he would absolutely adore exploring that place on her body but not at this point in their relationship. That required absolute trust but when done by the right person, it could be a highly satisfying, and a mind blowing experience for both partners.

  Evie panted as he moved his tongue up and over her clit again. She began to buck her hips in a maddening gyration as he pleasured that center of heat and passion while he slid two fingers inside of her and began to fuck her slowly as his tongue fluttered over her hard nub.

  She came in a wave of pleasure and flooded his fingers with her juices. He would have loved to have her beautiful, slightly parted lips around his cock but he couldn’t hold out any longer. He had to have her at that very moment.

  Finn climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. He kissed her passionately and tasted her on his tongue and hers at the same time. Slowly, he guided himself into her until he reached the hilt. He didn’t want to move or change positions. He wanted to be like this, inside her and with her forever.

  Her vaginal muscles flexed hard around his cock as he began to thrust inside her with a slow tortuous grind that would prolong his orgasm for as long as possible. Raw sex was a very different feeling than intercourse with any kind of barrier. It was intimate and exciting, tantalizing and all his senses were heightened. He could smell his freshly washed body and Dior Homme Sport—a gift from Evie—with its heady scent of ginger, citron and cedar wood.

  His bedmate was no lightweight and before he knew it, she had rolled him on his back. Evie began to control their sex as she rode him with all the enthusiasm of a cowgirl at a rodeo. She had this great technique of pulling her feet under her and sliding up and down on his shaft before she ground him deeply into her and flexed her muscles around his manhood.

  It was a beautiful to see him disappear inside her, and all that perfection. Her skin glowed with a light sheen of sweat and her body, equally naked as his, positioned on top of him
with her perfect breasts and dark pink nipples was as tantalizing as the sex itself.

  He realized they could stay like this for hours but it had been a long time since sex had been so utterly satisfying and not merely just a way to get off. He loved her, and he wanted her to be as satisfied as he was when everything was said and done.

  Finn reached between them and began to stroke her clit as she continued to ride him and as her cheeks flushed red with desire, he knew she was close. Her body responded in time to his, and a fresh wave of hot liquid heat flooded around his cock. It was too much between her movements and the tightness of her beautiful sex displayed before him. He felt the feeling as his balls tightened and the orgasm he knew was coming reached its peak. His semen flooded into her body as she threw her head back he sat up to enjoy the last of their pleasure together.

  His lips were on her right breast, suckling on the nipple while his fingers pinched the other one and she arched her back. They were in complete and perfect unison before they both came down from a feeling so wonderful and sweet.

  She locked her arms around his neck and kissed him again with passion and feeling and he knew she was the one and only woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with regardless what happened between the two of them. He could only hope she felt the same about him and that’s what made their situation so disconcerting.

  Finn wasn’t sure of anything at all when it came to Evie except she loved him as much as he loved her. Sometimes, love simply wasn’t enough and no one was more aware of this than him.

  I couldn’t lie to myself or Finn but after a night of mind blowing sex, my body felt beautiful and alive though my feelings of confidence shrank the closer we got to the Fairmont Battery Wharf.

  When I’d awaken that morning, I took a shower and dressed in a short faded denim skirt which showed off my great lightly tanned legs, and a pastel pink tube top that had a built in bra and was reinforced so no oopsie moments would happen accidentally. I paired my summery outfit with a pair of jean four-inch espadrilles I’d found on sale at Bloomingdales a few days before.

  Shortly after I brushed my hair and applied minimal makeup, I went downstairs for breakfast that consisted of one cup of coffee. Dylan sat at the table, nursing his brew while looking tired and worn out.

  “What happened to you?” I greeted as I poured half and half and added a teaspoon of Sugar in the Raw.

  “Monika,” he simply stated not looking me in the eyes. “She had her way with me, and I think I gave her several orgasms she’s never achieved with anyone but when I awoke, she was gone. Her boyfriend is gone and she’s gone. I won’t ever see her again, and that makes me a bit sad because she was a terrific fuck.”

  I smiled lightly before I sipped from my coffee. “Well, that’s what you get when you fuck around with a rich girl, Dylan. Monika isn’t stupid, and she’s not going to risk her parents’ disappointment by setting up house with a Southie from Boston. Sorry I had to break it to you like this but that’s just the way it is. She has her image and her prestige to think about. Clive is a good catch despite his unfortunate predicament in the bedroom department.”

  His blue eyes settled on me and they were hard as ice chips. “I should have known I wouldn’t get any sympathy from you. Despite you growin’ up here, you’re just like them. When are you going to break Finn’s heart the same way Monika did to me? He should have known you were trouble when you walked back through that front door. You never had any intention of staying but I will hand it to you Beverly Hills bitches—you sure know how to fuck an’ run.”

  I grasped my cup though the coffee was hot and my hand felt the sting through the mug. “I am nothing like Monika and I don’t plan on going back. I’m an embarrassment to my parents but she is a princess. Her family worships and adores her. You can’t fault her for making what would be a very easy choice for her.”

  Dylan laughed though it held little mirth. “You know that asshole boyfriend of hers has no fuckin’ clue? He doesn’t know I fucked his girlfriend sideways and every other position I could get her in and get this: I didn’t wear a rubber. She thought I had one on though.”

  My heart stopped at this tidbit of information. I knew for a fact Monika wasn’t on birth control. She and Clive used condoms—albeit lambskin ones because sexually transmitted diseases weren’t an issue.

  “You mean the two of you had sex…bareback style?”

  “Absolutely. I hate rubbers—they get in the way of feeling all the pleasure.”

  “Are you sure you don’t have anything? Your ex was a drug addict for God’s sake! I will never live it down if you gave my best friend a venereal disease,” I almost shouted.

  “Will you calm down? Jesus Christ, you’re making my head hurt. I got tested the same day Lita and I broke up. I’m clean—I swear on my mother’s life.” He placed a hand over his heart.

  “Well, I hope she doesn’t end up preggers. Not that she would automatically think of you. She would just pass the baby off as Clive’s, and no one would be hip to the matter except us.”

  “How do you know she isn’t on anything?” Dylan wondered as I finished up my coffee.

  I stared at him as Finn walked into the kitchen in a pair of casual blue jeans shredded at the knees, a tight white tee-shirt and a pair of white Nike tennis shoes which looked like they’d never been worn. He kissed my cheek before he sat down at the breakfast table and poured a large glass of orange juice. “What are we talking about?”

  “Genius here fucked my best friend last night and didn’t use any protection,” I supplied in a sarcastic voice.

  “And this is an issue because…?”

  “Monika doesn’t use birth control. Clive uses condoms…she doesn’t want her parents to find out she is sexually active.”

  “Don’t tell me her parents are that naïve. She is in university. How many virgins are there in college?”

  “At UCLA? None that I know of,” I responded.

  “Then they must at least suspect she’s sleeping with her boyfriend since she has one,” Finn deduced.

  “Maybe they do. Monika’s issues aren’t really at the top of my agenda today. I am more worried about my own skin, and surviving this meeting with my mother.”

  My boyfriend finished his O.J. and stood. “We better get going then.”

  “Agreed.” I dumped my coffee cup in the sink, and followed Finn out to the Escalade.

  The ride to Fairmont Battery Wharf took too long and I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than convincing my mother she couldn’t make me go back to California. How the hell was I supposed to accomplish that without losing my inheritance?

  I knew I could count on Finn for money but that wasn’t the point. I’d been fairly independent my whole adult life, and unless he was going to allow me in on the drug dealing business so I could make my own cash then our relationship couldn’t work without my inheritance. Unfortunately, my mother had instilled one lesson in head: men came and they left; the worst mistake a woman could make was depending upon one to fulfill her financial needs.

  We arrived at the hotel and had the vehicle valet parked. We walked inside the Fairmont Gold building—built to accompany the wealthy of the wealthiest that wanted privacy, opulence and luxury—and headed directly to the registration desk. My mother always registered underneath Athena McKenna to keep one step ahead of the tabloids. That had been her legal name but now she’d married a second time, she was now Athena Fournier.

  The young woman at the registration desk provided her room number before she glanced both at Finn and I. “I can’t let you board that elevator without seeing some identification. Ms. McKenna is only expecting one visitor and that is a…” She looked at the computer screen, “Oh yes, a Ms. Elvira Sandstrom.”

  I pulled out my wallet from my Hermès bag and displayed my California Driver’s License. I also had one for Massachusetts but I had lied to the people at the DMV, and told them I had lost my California one, and used my Passport and an expired Cali
fornia driver’s license to acquire one in the state.

  The young woman at registration studied it before she held it up to the light and saw all the hidden watermarks on the card.

  “Ms. Sandstrom, you can go up but your guest will have to stay here in the lobby.”

  “You’re kidding, right? You mean I am not allowed to have anyone accompany me?”

  “I’m afraid not. Ms. McKenna specifically instructed you were to come alone. Sorry.”

  I didn’t even bother to give the receptionist another look before Finn embraced me and whispered in my ear, “It’s fine. I’ll wait for you down here. You know what to say and perhaps it’s better this way. I don’t want to cause any undue tension between you and your mother.”

  “Oh believe me, she’s caused enough. This is absolutely ridiculous. What does she expect you’re going to do? Go postal and assassinate her and her new hubby who’s young enough to be her son?”

  “Evie, that’s a pretty low blow even for you. Go see her and when you get back, we’ll discuss the situation.”

  He kissed me on the lips quickly and I walked toward the elevator while he settled in the lobby, and sat down on one of the many comfortable chairs dotted about. I boarded the elevator and took it all the way up to the floor my mother was staying on one of the one-bedroom suites.

  I knocked on the door, and it was answered shortly by Clive who looked like hell, though he’d obviously showered and was dressed preppy casual. He had bags under his eyes like he hadn’t gotten a decent night’s rest, and his skin tone appeared blotchy and uneven.

  “What are you doing in my mother’s suite?” I greeted rudely.

  “She asked for Monika and I to be here when you came,” he responded in a cool voice.

  “Oh.” I walked inside and observed the luxurious sitting room which was done up in earth tone hues. It had everything in it a wealthy person would want including a flat screen television and a Bose stereo, which played Joss Stone at a fairly moderate level.