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bare breasts on display. Gasping , she covered them from his very intense stare, then glared at him. “Stop ogling me.”
    “How about I feed you instead?” He turned, bringing a tray with little legs that fit perfectly over her lap. “Some soup, fresh bread and a little dessert—strawberry ice cream—if you’re up to it.”
    The aroma of chicken noodle soup washed over her and suddenly , she was ravenous. She ate the entire bowl of soup, all the bread and half the dessert before she realized that he was still sitting beside her, not speaking or eating. “Want some,” she said around a mouthful of ice cream. A couple of cold drops fell to her chest and she shivered.
    “Oh , yeah.” His blue eyes flicked to her chest, staring at the tops of her breasts. 
    She put down the spoon. “Get this off of me first.”
    He dipped his head and she leaned back, allowing him to lick the ice cream off of her. His tongue was soft against her skin. The covers dropped to her waist and she felt his finger, cold and wet, circle a nipple. Then his hot mouth opened over it and he began to suck, in hard tugs that she could feel between her thighs. The more he sucked, the wetter she got.
    Over and over he painted her nipples with ice cream, until she was shaking with need. Desperate to have him. One of his hands found her thigh, the other moving the tray to the floor. Higher and higher his fingers climbed, until he sank two deep inside of her.
    Then he kissed her, sinking his tongue in her mouth in the same lazy glide as his fingers. “Come on my fingers, sweetheart ,” he whispered against her lips.
    She moaned in response and widened her thighs, sending him deeper. He shifted, his head going to her lap. The stroke of his tongue had her crying out. Sweet torture.  She watched as his head moved , his dark hair soft against the inner skin of thighs. Another lick and she jerked her hips. His fingers curled at the exact moment he sucked hard on her clit.
    A scream tore from her throat and she dug her fingers into his hair, gripping the strands tightly.  When she came back to her earth, Finn was kissing his way up her thigh, her stomach, and nipped at each nipple until his mouth found hers once more.
    “Let me,” –her hands went to the fly of his pants and he stood up, beside the bed—“return the favor.” She quickly unbuttoned them and pulled out his very large cock, then she wrapped her mouth around the head.
    She licked and sucked, taking him to the back of her throat again and again, until his hand fisted in her hair and he directed the pace. “ Love watching you like this. Oh yeah, right there…just like that. Suck it.” His hips moved faster and faster and she kept right up with him. “Stop,” he suddenly growled, slowly but surely extricating himself from her mouth and hand. “I didn’t come—”
    “You would have, if you’d let me finish,” April said, confused.
    He turned around, the sound of his zipper going up loud in her bedroom. Muttering a few curse words, he turned to face her again. “I didn’t come over for sex, of any kind. I wanted to do something nice, not—” He grabbed the tray and left the room. She heard him rummaging around in her kitchen, then the front door slammed.
    April sat there, stunned. What had just happened?
     
    ***
     
    The next morning, April found Finn in her backyard, repairing the gargantuan swing set/tree house/fort/slide combo.
    “Good morning,” she said softly, coming to stand by him. He worked at the chains on the swings, covering the metal with a protective plastic covering.
    “Speaking to me, are you?”
    She sighed. “I wasn’t the one who left.”
    The sun shone in his eyes and he squinted at her. “But you were the one who wouldn’t answer my texts last night.”
    Her cheeks heated. “My phone’s not working.”
    “Since when?”
    Since the governor had kept his promise of cutting her off. She had forgotten his office paid for the service plan. He’d