Page 43 of His Good Girl

As she lists her current top ten, an idea starts forming in my mind. I tuck it away for later, excitement coursing through me.

We head to bed, snuggling up together, and nothing has ever felt so right. Resisting the urge to slide into her as she pressed against my body took every ounce of willpower I have, but at the same time, it was nice to just be with her too.

In the middle of the night, I wake, finding Alexis straddling me and sliding her wet center over my already hard cock.

“It’s after midnight. The day is officially over, and I need you, now.” She moans as she lines my cock with her entrance before sliding down, impaling herself and making me growl when she bottoms out.

I’ll never get enough of my girl.

41

ALEXIS

An obnoxious beeping sound pierces the fog of my sleep. I swat at Finn, connecting with his chest.

“Make it stop,” I groan into his warm body.

I’m usually a morning person, but after waking Finn up sometime after midnight, we spent the rest of the night alternating between sleeping and having sex. The noise stops and I hum in approval before burrowing under the covers. He shimmies out from under me and I feel the bed move but don’t have the energy to see what Finn is doing.

“Lex, baby, time to get up.” He cannot be serious right now. Maybe if I pretend to not hear him, he’ll give up. The bed shifts and I feel Finn slide in beside me. Warm lips touch my bare shoulder, then the sensitive spot where the shoulder meets the neck. Need begins to stir in me, so I reach for him, turning in his arms.

“Alexis, time to get up.”

His whisper draws me more awake. I peer out the window and groan. “Finn, it’s not even light out yet. Come to bed, sleep for a little longer then I'll suck your cock.”

There’s laughter in his voice when he responds. “As tempting as that is, and it is very tempting, I have plans for us this morning. So, get up and get dressed for the day.” He kisses my forehead before getting out of bed. At the door, he turns, smiling boyishly. “Oh, and wear your swimsuit. I’ll meet you downstairs with coffee.”

Slowly, I drag myself out of bed. Wear a swimsuit? I have no idea what he’s doing, and I'm too tired to piece it together. Lucky for him, I packed one for my girls’ weekend. I put it on along with a pair of leggings, and I look for a warm top to throw on. Not seeing anything I want in my bag, I go through Finn’s drawers, finding an old sweatshirt that looks insanely soft. It’s way too big and swallows me whole but smells like Finn, so I love it. I toss my hair into a messy bun and brush my teeth. If he wants me any more put together than this, he will have to wait past dawn and coffee.

Finn is waiting for me in the kitchen with a shit-eating grin on his face. I scowl in return. “You are way too perky right now.” But he is so cute, his hair has a slight wave to it and sticks out in different directions like it’s windblown. He is dressed in an O’Neill hoodie and boardshorts, looking like he walked straight out of a surf magazine.

Before I can say anything else, Finn hands me a to-go cup of coffee. I take a small sip, letting the scalding hot liquid warm me from the inside out. A contented sigh slips from my lips, and I turn to look out the window where I spot two surfboards propped against the gate and a large bag sitting next to them. Spinning, I turn to Finn and take in his appearance again. Wear a swimsuit. Realization of his plans permeates my sleep-addled brain.

“Finn, no, surely it’s too cold to go surfing.”

Finn grabs my hand, backing us toward the door. “Come on, it’s a perfect morning for surfing.” I glance warily between him and the boards. “I bought you a wetsuit, so you’ll hardly feel the chill. Please?” He gives me the cutest puppy dog eyes that melt me into a puddle.

He must see my resistance crumbling because he opens the door, pulling me out of the house. Before I have time to think, he shuts the door, spins us, and pins my back against it. His mouth finds mine, his tongue sweeping across my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I eagerly accept. He deepens the kiss, pressing his body against mine.

When we finally come apart for air, he rests his forehead against mine. “Please, Lex. Let me share this with you. There is nothing like catching the first morning waves, even if it's a bit chilly. Plus, I promise to keep you warm if you get cold.” His grin is devilish. Leaning in, he nips at my bottom lip before pulling away again.

I stare into those crystal-blue eyes and know I will follow him anywhere. “Okay, Daddy, let's go.” Finn lets out a whoop and leads me toward the boards. He hands me one, helping me get it positioned under my arm, before shouldering the large beach bag and his own board.

We walk for a few minutes in silence. “Where are we headed? Why not go in right here?” I ask, pointing to the water in front of his house.

“There’s a spot a little way down that has sand bottom waves which are much safer than right here for surfing lessons.”

I nod my head, like I understand anything that he just said, when something else hits me. As far as I know, Marcee has never surfed, and he said he had a wetsuit for me. “When did you plan all of this? We just got back to whatever this is.” I gesture between us.

A flush creeps along his cheeks, and I watch his throat move as he swallows before speaking. “I planned this months ago, after the weekend you spent here, right after you left my office, actually. Then…well, things happened and...” I blink, processing his words. When I don’t respond, he looks over at me with so much vulnerability reflected in his eyes that is loosens my tongue.

“Thank you, Finn,” I croak out, unable to speak clearly around the lump in my throat. Seeming to understand, he grabs my hand and pulls it to his lips.

It only takes fifteen minutes to get to the area he chose. We drop our boards and he hands me my wetsuit.

I eye the neoprene suit and try not to dwell on the unflattering fabric or how my body will look stuffed into said fabric, that only Finn can make look sexy.

He makes quick work of losing his hoodie and donning his wetsuit. Only pulling it on halfway, leaving it hanging from his hips, then drops to his knees and begins to wax the boards. My wetsuit is all but forgotten in my hand as I watch him work. The way his muscles ripple and bunch with each movement consumes me. Damn, he is nice to look at. With a sigh, I work myself into the wetsuit and join him by the boards.