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“I just never got in the habit of necklaces. And rings …”

I once again consider telling him about my first wedding ring and all that it wound up representing to me. But … why? Does he really need to know something so caustic about my past?

I consider it. Then again, I’d probably be a bit salty if Finn kept something so life-altering from me, particularly when unpacking my first marriage would explain so much about me.

Still, this night is special, and I don’t want that part of my past to touch it in any way. Finn would understand that.

I will tell him.

Just not tonight.

“Rings sometimes bother me,” I say. “They don’t always feel good on my finger.”

“But this one feels okay?”

Oh, Finn. You have no idea.

I slide a leg over him and then straddle his body. My heart beats steadily as I look down at his handsome face.

“This ring …” I say, sinking down onto his cock. I pause, moaning as my pussy stretches around his girth.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “I wasn’t expecting that.” He flexes his hips, but I’m already filled with him. “You’re so tight. So fucking wet.”

I tip my chin up, my still-damp hair caressing my back. Finn’s hands find my chest, and I moan again as I begin to move. Each circle of my hips is a delicious torture. This is the moment I’d typically go straight for the kill, knowing if I come quickly, he’ll just make me do it again.

But tonight, I don’t want to do that. I want him to know that it’s not just about the orgasm. It’s about … us.

“This ring what, babe?” he asks, gripping my thighs.

My chest tightens as I drop my gaze to his and smile. “There has never been a ring that’s felt more like mine than this one.”

“That makes me truly happy.”

“Good.” I grind harder against him in the way I know he loves. “Because making you happy is quickly becoming my favorite hobby.”

“Well, if I can be of help to get this to the number one spot, let me know,” he says, smirking.

I moan as he captures a nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue against it. “This helps.”

He laughs, moving to the other breast.

I ride him harder, mentally blaming it on him for messing with my chest. He knows it’s my weakness—the way to turn me on in an instant.

“I was trying to be patient,” I say, groaning as I grind harder against him. “But I’m tired of pretending to be something I’m not.”

He laughs, falling back to the pillows and thrusting himself deeper inside me. “I appreciate the attempt. It’s always good to see what you’re capable of every now and then.”

“For the record, I was going to be super sweet tonight and try to get in touch with my emotional side, but all I can think about right now is coming all over your cock.”

He moans, his fingers biting into my hips. “My fake fiancée has a dirty little mouth.”

A lump forms in my throat as I watch him enjoy me. I’m not sure what to do with the tightness in my chest or the wild thoughts barreling through my mind. I fight them off … all but one.

I slow my movements, planting my hands on his chest. The ring sparkles as if it’s encouraging me.

“Finn?”

He opens his eyes. Once they find mine, he grins softly. “Yeah?”