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“Come here.” He crooked his finger.

Obediently, I stepped closer.

Fin reached for the hem of my sweater. I lifted my arms, allowing him to pull the soft knit over my head. He unbuttoned my blue jeans. Suddenly, he was on his knees.

“Lift your feet.”

One by one he removed my boots and socks.

Looking up through eyelashes too long and lush for a man, Fin gave me a sexy grin as he tugged my blue jeans down my hips and legs.

I stepped out of them, panting with anticipation.

My panties were the next to go.

I reached out to the wall for balance as he lifted my left leg over his right shoulder.

“I love your sweet scent.”

I shrieked as his tongue lapped my folds. “Fin.”

Like a man denied provisions, Fin licked and sucked.

Lights twinkled behind my eyelids, like the ones on the trees outside the hotel. The world tilted and I was in his arms, cradled against his chest. “Stop, you will hurt your shoulder.”

“No, Vee. You’re supposed to say ‘yes, Fin.’”

Shaking my head, I repeated his phrase.

Fin lowered me to the king-sized bed.

I watched as he removed his shirt, unbuckled his belt, lowered his blue jeans, kicked off his shoes. Nibbling my lip, I enjoyed the unveiling of the masterpiece before me. Every toned muscle, the bulging veins, and the growing erection between his thighs.

Fin offered me his hand.

Without hesitation, I laid my fingers in his palm.

“I promised you the window.”

Nodding, I flipped the switch on the bedside lamp. The transparency was back. Willingly, I walked to the glass. Four stories below, the fans had all gone home. Their plans for an after-party were ruined by the Vikings.

“Hands on the windows.”

I splayed my fingers on the cool glass, circles of steam forming around them. Fin gathered my hair, moving it over one shoulder. His kisses began on the sensitive skin behind my ear. Kisses and licks. Licks and sucks. Goose bumps materialized in the wake of his talented lips.

The hardness of his cock pressed against my lower back.

His large hands and long fingers moved over my body, tugging my hips to pull my ass toward him. Step by step, Fin molded me to the position that would bring me ultimate pleasure. Fin knew from his earlier exploration with his lips and tongue that I was wet. That didn’t stop him from delving one finger and then two between my folds. At the same time, he tended to me, circling my clit, kneading my breasts, and pinching my hardened nipples.

My hands slid on the condensation-covered glass and my knees bent as I moved to the rhythm he created. It was the beat to the song our mutual noises sang.

The orgasm hit without a warning. A defying thunderclap. The pyrotechnics of earlier. My hands slid on the glass as I screamed his name as other less distinguishable sounds came from my lips. My entire body trembled as Fin stopped his torture, seized my hips, and thrust inside me.

My core tightened around his invasion, despite the incredible orgasm still ricocheting throughout my nervous system. Panting for breath, I let my forehead fall to the window as I synced with Fin’s accelerating rhythm.

When I looked up, the window was covered in steam.

How can it not be?