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She was good at playing the innocent girl and fuck if it wasn’t a turn on.
    I took a moment to regulate my breathing, fearing that if I didn’t, this was going to be over in under a minute. I had to look away because her body brought the filthiest of thoughts to my mind.
    When I turned back, Casey was also breathing heavily. She was still, careful not to move. Though it didn’t stop her nipples from tightening under her little T-shirt. I was having a very good effect on this girl, and I couldn’t help but wonder about the other places she was feeling me.
    Suddenly, I had to know if she was wet.
    I took each of her tiny thighs in my hands and pushed them open. “Did you want it like this?” I asked her, after what felt like an hour of silence.
    She didn’t answer right away, so I tried to help her along.
    I reached out to stroke her lips, running my thumb across the bottom one. It was so plump I wanted to nip at it, but I’d wait. There’d be plenty of time for that later. I let my hand drop to the soft skin of her neck and watched it travel between her heaving breasts, along her taut stomach, downward to the thin nylon of her shorts.
    I stifled the moan that slipped out when I felt her wet heat.
    Then, I moved my hand away and I swear I could hear her silent protest.
    Don’t worry, baby. It’s not over yet.
    “Or—” I pulled her off the counter and flipped her over it, eliciting a soft moan from her full lips.
    With my hand on the center of her back, I held her in position. It was a sight that would be burned into my brain forever. The smooth olive skin of her ass was peeking out from under her shorts. I had to see more, so I raised her ass up just a little.
    Christ.
    “Wait, Finn,” she said, but I didn’t stop.
    I couldn’t wait another second to touch her. I reached between her legs, pulled her shorts and panties to the side, and worked my fingers along her seam. She was slick with need, like I was hoping she’d be, and I lost myself in the feel of her.
    She had me by the balls and I knew in that moment I would’ve given her anything she asked for. I stoked her and relished in her whimpers, learning what she liked and what made her crazy.
    “Tell me how you found out about my interests, Casey,” I asked before sliding two fingers so quick and so deep inside her that it made her call out.
    And I did it over and over again.
    “That’s okay,” I said. “I guess I’ll just have to make you talk to me.”
    I continued fucking her with my fingers, thanking all the Gods when she leaned back into my hand.
    “Tell me,” I repeated. “And I’ll give you what you want.”

Chapter 11
    CONFLICT OF INTEREST (n.):
    When a reporter has a connection to the story subject or
    issue that might influence her reporting.

    Casey

    Finn tore at my shorts and panties until they were pooled at my ankles. He then placed a strong hand at the center of my back, and kicked my legs further apart as he continued his assault.
    I felt used — a prop for his entertainment. In any normal situation, it would’ve made me shred his balls. I would tell him off and give him a tongue lashing that would forever deflate his massive ego. In the moment, though, all I could think about was using my tongue for other things.
    My body seized in the most pleasurable way, clenching, gripping, from the inside out. I was ready to explode.
    The sensation was so overpowering, it scared the hell out of me. Finn was consuming my body with his hands, taking what he wanted. Still, I knew he was holding back. He was fighting something deep inside and it both scared and excited me. My face was heated and when he turned me around I wanted to beg him not to stop. I wanted to give in.
    But I couldn’t. This was too much, and it had gone too far.
    “Stop.” I was finally able to squeeze the words from my throat. “Stop,” I said again, pleading.
    Finn immediately pulled away, and I tried to catch my breath. It was the most intense, most erotic five