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    Fin slid into the car after me, and the door had barely closed and his mouth was on mine. I nearly bit his lip in surprise.
    “I don’t know if I can make it home,” he said, pulling back and holding my face in his hands.
    “Can you try? I’d rather, um, not do this in front of Carl.” I whispered the last part. Even if he heard me, it was Carl’s job to pretend that he hadn’t. I almost wished Fin had a limo, with one of those little dividers that would come up between us and the driver to give some semblance of privacy.
    He made a sound of frustration in his throat and slid as far from me as he could get in the enclosed space.
    “I didn’t say you had to stop kissing me,” I said, inching closer to him. “I’m fine with kissing.” He’d turned his head to stare out the window as we sat in traffic.
    “I can’t just kiss you right now. I want to ravage you,” he said in a hushed voice.
    “And I’m perfectly willing to be ravaged, but not in this car. At least not with Carl here.” I touched his shoulder and he shifted in his seat to face me.
    “I could ask him to pull over and go for a walk.” A wicked smile played on his lips.
    “You’re terrible,” I said, my eyes flicking to the front seat and meeting Carl’s in the rearview.
    “Carl, you do a lot of sitting all day, don’t you?” Fin said, raising his voice.
    “Yes, sir.”
    “And don’t you fancy taking a walk right about now?” I grabbed on to Fin’s arm to get him to stop, but he didn’t.
    “It is a nice night, sir. I might consider doing that. But I’d want to know where a good place for me to walk would be. You just point one out.”
    “You don’t have to do that,” I said to Carl. “He doesn’t have to do that.”
    “But I want you right now.”
    This was getting ridiculous. I blamed the outfit and the dancing.
    The air between us was thick and charged, sweeping both of us up in a tornado of desire that we couldn’t escape from until we’d given in to our wants and needs.
    I gripped his shirt in both hands, flirting with the idea of tearing it off of him when Carl cleared his throat.
    “We’re home, sir.”
    “Thank God,” Fin and I said at the exact same time.
     

     
    We made it to the elevator before he pushed me up against the wall and hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around him and held on for dear life.
    His mouth attacked mine, as if I’d taken something of his, he wanted it back, and he was going to kiss torture it out of me. I could barely catch my breath in between the assault of his mouth and the way he gripped my ass and ground his hips against me.
    His hard-on thrust right where I needed, and I gasped into his mouth. My eyes flew open and found him looking down at me.
    “I want to do it face-to-face,” I blurted out. His eyes flew open and he froze as if I’d said something shocking.
    He carefully set me down and looked deep into my eyes. The elevator arrived at his floor and the doors opened, but he didn’t move.
    “I want to see you when you’re inside me. You can keep your clothes on if you want. How about that? Compromise?” That was reasonable, right?
    He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it. I waited for the verdict.
    “I can try. No promises. I can try.”
    “I have faith in you. And you don’t have to tell me a secret if you don’t want to. Since you’re already compromising.” I reached up and stroked the side of his face, enjoying the slightly prickly feel. His facial hair grew fast.
    “No, a deal is a deal. But you get to choose. Secret now or secret later?” That was an easy choice to make.
    “Secret later,” I said, holding on to his shirt and dragging him out of the elevator with me.
     

     
    For the first time in our short sexual history, I was the one to take the lead. Fin was reluctant and almost shy. As if it was his first time.
    “I won’t bite. You’re acting like I’m going to hurt you,” I said as he closed and locked the door.
    “This