I sip from the cup he holds out obediently. My migraines always hit me pretty hard and I feel like a wet dishrag that’s been wrung out. “Thank you. I feel a little better now. I just needed to sleep.”

Now that I don’t feel quite so delirious, I can fully appreciate the situation. Finn is snuggled up against me. His chest is bare and I glance down at the bottom half of his body buried beneath the covers. Is he naked under there?

He sees me looking and that shit-eating grin of his is back. “I’ve got pants on angel, don’t get any ideas. I'm sure Gloria would kill me if she thought I was in here debauching you.”

“Are you kidding? She'd probably cheer. She's always liked you.” I try to sit up and the room sways slightly. I’m bone tired and I’m groggy as if I’ve been asleep for a very long time.

“Did Daphne come by to clean this morning?” Before I'd left, I'd sent her a text asking her to do it if she had time. Even though this was clearly not a typical job, Finn was still paying for our services. And I really don't want to feel that I'm earning that paycheck on my back.

Finn nods. “She did. That was interesting. First I had to get out of bed to let her in. Then, she accidentally walked in on me while I was dressing because, I assume, you didn’t tell her that the master bedroom was off-limits. That was quite a shock for both of us.”

I can only imagine. Daphne’s probably no longer speaking to me. I definitely should have warned her not to go in his room. I'm also a little jealous that Daphne has seen him half-naked.

"You know you didn't need to send her over. I'm not going to fire you if you skip a date."

"I know that but I've seen how you live. You need daily cleaning."

His soft laughter is a relief.  I wasn't sure if he was going to be pissed that I'd done that without asking.

"No, what I need is daily doses of Rissa. But you still look exhausted and that means I haven't been taking care of you properly. So hush and go back to sleep, angel."

There was a time when his proprietary manner would have annoyed me. I'd had more than enough of men thinking they owned me and viewing me as their responsibility. But with Finn I know that he doesn't view taking care of me as an obligation at all. More like an honor. He seems pleased just to be here with me while I'm resting. But I'm reluctant to close my eyes again because I'm afraid this whole thing might turn out to be dream. Then I'll be back to how I was this morning, cranky and depressed because Finn has decided to stay away from me.

I wrap one hand around his neck and pull him down into a kiss. His lips move against mine hungrily and know that it's been just as hard for him to hold back as it's been for me. Our physical connection is so strong that it's hard to be near him and not be affected. Even now, my body is aching and wet, my pussy clenching hard every time he rocks against me. His mouth is so hot and hard on mine, like he's trying to devour me.

"Damn it, Rissa. You're sick and I still can't keep my hands off you." He pulls back and looks into my eyes. He looks tortured and I can see the strain holding back is having on him.

My other hand trails down his back and then stops on his ass. "I don't want you to keep your hands off me."

"Shit. Your mother is out there."

For some reason that makes me want to giggle. I bury my face against his chest to muffle my soft snickers. "We aren't in high school. This shouldn't be so funny that we're still sneaking around!"

The soft puff of his laughter washes over my cheek. "It's not like I'm climbing up to your bedroom window or something. I'm just trying not to have your mother come in here and hit me with a frying pan."

I stroke him, watching his eyes darken. "We can be quiet."

He groans when I bring my other hand into the mix and grip him through the front of his jeans. "You can't be quiet, angel. And neither can I."

"It would be fun to try though, wouldn't it?” I unbutton the top of his jeans and then carefully lower the zipper.

"Protection. I don't have a condom. I'm clean but–"

"I'm on the pill and I'm clean too. You're running out of excuses, big boy."

Suddenly he grips my hips and tugs on the drawstring bottoms of my pajamas. I lift up and push them down. I wasn't wearing panties underneath anyway.

"You are an unbelievable tease, do you know that?"

I grip him firmly, positioning him right at the center of my core. Right where I need him. "It's not teasing if you follow through." Then I angle my hips and tug on his ass. The first stroke seats him so deeply that I almost scream right then and there.

"Uh uh, angel. You have to be quiet," he rasps in my ear. The rumble of his deep voice in my ear is sexy as hell.

Then he works himself a little deeper, swiveling his hips slightly as he thrusts. I bite my lip. The pleasure is so intense and every pump of his hips takes me higher. It's incredibly erotic to just lie here while he fucks me, unable to scream or make any noise. The constraint of not being able to make noise makes me more aware of my breathing. My heart rate.

A small whimper escapes when his hands tuck under my bottom, holding me tighter as he thrust faster. His mouth covers mine and the next sound I make is muffled as he slips his tongue in my mouth. I come just like that feeling completely open and dominated, completely consumed by him.

I can tell his release is close by the way his breath starts coming faster. I wrap my legs around him and clamp down on him every time he withdraws. His fingers on my hips tighten and I'm sure I'll have bruises later. But it'll be so worth it, I think as he lets out a harsh groan in my ear. We lie together, panting quietly until he finally moves to the side.