The temperature in the room shot from comfortable to blazing. Goosebumps erupted in places I didn’t know they could.
“We’renothaving sex in here, Finn.”
“You sure about that, baby?” He licked his lips, stepping between my thighs. Who knew when I chose a flowing skirt this morning, over my usual formfitting ones, that this would be the end result. “A hundred bucks says you soaked straight through your panties.”
He didn’t wait for an invitation; his warm hand sliding up the inside of my thigh. I knew exactly what he’d find and it was my turn to grin when his eyes widened almost comically.
“No panties, Special Agent Mitchell?”
“I forgot to pack them.”
“If it were up to me, you’d never wear them again.” He slid two fingers inside of me. “Easy access.”
My body came alive under his skillful ministrations. I thought I knew pleasure until his fingers were replaced by his wicked tongue. He sucked and lapped at my clit, while I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming his name. Then he stopped everything and took a step back. With a frustrated grunt, I moved my hand,intending to finish the job myself when he snagged my wrist.
“You’ll come on my cock or not at all.”
I heard the hum of his zipper, followed by his hardness at my core. The hand on my wrist went to my mouth as he drove deep in one solid thrust.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled.
Everything on the edge of my desk fell to the floor as he powered into me over and over again. I was riding the edge of oblivion when he stopped a-freaking-gain.
“How are your feet, baby?”
What the fuck?Confused and aching, I stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. And considering he was asking about my feet instead of fucking me, I was pretty sure he had.
“Your feet, baby. Do they hurt?”
“No, they don’t hurt,” I snapped. As soon as the words left my mouth, he drug me off the desk and flipped me around.
“Bend over and hold on.”
Hands flat, I tipped my ass, nearly tipping over when he slammed into my pussy from behind. Wrapping a fist around my ponytail, he pulled my head back and to the side, taking my mouth in a hard, wet kiss.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
What I thought were the sounds of my hips hitting the desk turned out to be my office door.
“Waverly,” Duncan called out.
“Hurry,” Finn panted against my lips, reaching around to find my bundle of nerves.
It was all I could do to keep the quiver out of my voice as I yelled, “One minute.”
The excitement from nearly getting caught spurred on my orgasm. If Finn hadn’t been holding me up, I wouldhave melted into a puddle of bliss at his feet. Two strokes later, he pulled out, painting my bare ass with his cum.
I’d never be able to sit in here without remembering what we’d just done. Surprisingly, I was okay with that.
Finn
Watching Waverly go from sex kitten to Resident Agent in Charge Mitchell was a massive turn-on. I knew she was a force to be reckoned with, but to physically see her in action made me want to drag her back to her office for another go-round. My woman was a powerhouse in stilettos––or ballet flats as it were, since her feet were too sore to squeeze into her precious heels. It still burned my arse she’d been hurt protecting me, when all my life I’d been told it should be the other way around.
“Men are the stronger sex.”My father lived by those words. He’d die by them too, never knowing how wrong he was. Shawn O’Lachlan was all about Shawn O’Lachlan, and the women he took to his bed didn’t care about anything other than how many zeros were at the end of the check he wrote for their services. My mom and Sloane’s mom were the only two who ever gave a damn about the man himself. Unfortunately, he trampled their hearts and never looked back. He wouldn’t get anywhere near my woman if I had anything to say about it.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Waverly put her hands in the air. “I need a minute to process.”
“Take all the time you need. I’m still having a hard time getting the image out of my head.”
