Finn (The Moore Men, #1)

by Ashley James

I bite down on my molars, feeling flustered all of the sudden. Nobody has ever packed me a lunch before, and I don’t know how I feel about it. This isn’t part of Ash’s job description.

As soon as that thought crosses my mind, I freeze. He’s got a tight body? What the fuck? Why the fuck am I thinking about Ash’s pants? Or his happy trail? Or his body at all? What the fuck is wrong with me lately?

But this feels like I’m seeing a whole new side to him. A tender, protective side, and I’ll admit, daddy Finn does it for me.

“For what it’s worth, you’re a good daddy,” I say, my eyes widening and flying over to Finn when I realize what I just said. His lips are parted as he watches me with furrowed brows. “Oh my fuck. Dad!” I sputter. “I meant to say you’re a good dad.”

I can feel how red my face is, and I’m waiting on bated breath for him to react, but what he does say takes me all the way by surprise. Finn cocks his head to the side, lip curled into a half-smirk. “I am a good daddy.”

Finn Moore, my sister’s boyfriend and my boss, thought about kissing me. Holy fuck.

Daddy Finn is mad…and I like it.

It makes no sense, but as I watch him scarf down the grilled cheese, I feel that something again. What exactly it is that I’m feeling is still unknown—amusement, intrigue, curiosity. I don’t know, but it’s there. There’s some sort of tension or chemistry fizzling between us, despite my efforts to ignore it.

Violet is my sister—my twin sister—and that’s her boyfriend, who she cares about. She’s the one who got me this job, and I repay her by goading her boyfriend into watching me masturbate.

Yeah and why isnt Fin just breaking up w her??? We’re 40% in to this book

I’m being honest with myself, I’m afraid to break up with her. Not because I see a future with her, and not even because I know it’s going to hurt her feelings, but because I know that once I do, I’ll have nothing holding me back from fully exploring whatever this thing is with Ash.

oh for fucks sake thats just all around terrible

“You want to break up?” she asks. “Yes, I do. You deserve somebody who has time to give to you, even if it’s a casual relationship.”

Finally

But for some reason, my feet remain rooted in place. Something I can’t make sense of has me not wanting to leave, even knowing we can’t talk. There’s a part of me that wants to crawl in beside him and lay with him.

I want to just be with Ash right now, and I can’t explain it.

I can’t explain it. Falling asleep next to him was the soundest sleep I’ve had in a long while. Like being near him puts my mind at ease. And there are very few people in this world who have made me feel that way, yet he’s quickly become one of them.

The kiss is messy. It’s needy. It’s dripping with a raw type of passion I haven’t experienced with anybody else before.

“My mommy,” he says again, this time his eyes finding mine. “I don’t have one, and how cool would it be if you were?”

I need him in a way I’ve never needed anything or anybody in my life. Need him like my lungs need oxygen. Like my veins need blood.

I need Finn Moore viscerally. Carnally. Religiously. I need him to turn me inside out.

I’m at a loss for words. I don’t know how I expected to feel after having sex with a man for the first time, but I didn’t expect to feel so…free. Like I just uncovered something missing from my soul,

“You’re such a dirty man, daddy,” I purr with a smirk. “Fucking your nanny before anyone else is awake. What would people think?” With a deep groan, he tightens his grip on my waist and uses it to guide my movements. “Fuck what they think,” he growls. “You’re mine.”

This is so cringe but…. lol

“Listen to me,” he rasps, the tightness in his voice giving away how close he must be too. “You’re mine, Ash. I choose you. Do you fuckin’ hear me, baby?”

I choose you, he said. He chooses me.

He has me, truly has me, and I’ve never felt a sense of security like this before.

And that’s that. We finish shopping and get in line to check out. When it’s almost our turn, Tucker turns and peers up at me. “I love Ash.” His words have my heart racing and a smile working up my face. “Me too, bug,” I reply as casually as I can manage, meaning it with every bone in my body.

“I love you, Ash.” Each word is spoken clear and intentional. I need him to hear me, believe me, and know it’s him I choose.

“I’m goin’ to show you how much I love you, Ash. I’m goin’ to love on every inch of your body, tattoo my touch along your skin, brand your heart with mine.”

“Keep going,” he drawls, a dopey smile tugging at his lips. “And for the record, I’d one hundred percent let you brand me, daddy. Metaphorical or not.”

Tears string the backs of my eyes, a lump forming in my throat that makes it harder to breathe. Something shifts. We’re no longer separate. With every snap of his hips, we become one. With each deep, mind-melting thrust into my body, I give more of myself to him. I give him all of me. He’s giving me all of him too.

He’s started to refer to me as ‘Mommy Ash,’ and it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.