“Who do you think? Brennan’s gained eighty pounds in muscle since Aidan’s started dumping more onto him. Bren’s working out as stress relief.” He hugged me to him, like I already wasn’t close enough. “So, what happened between Aidan and Savannah?”
“She said she asked him some questions about animal fighting within the city limits and he refused to answer.”
Finn frowned. “I haven’t heard anything about any animal fights.”
“You’re the money man,” I said lightly, stroking the whorls of hair at his nape. “Why would you know?”
“Fair point. She should have asked Brennan. Aidan takes a step back on a lot of that shit now.”
“Ahh, yes, while you guys plan world domination.”
“Don’t mock. It’ll work. One day.”
I rolled my eyes but leaned up on tiptoe, grateful when he lowered his head to kiss me.
“That’s better. Why didn’t we do that immediately?”
“You wanted to bicker about iced tea.”
“I’m a fucking idiot.”
Humming in agreement, I brushed my lips over his, sighing happily when his hand settled on my ass. His knuckles began toying with the velvet fabric, rubbing back and forth as he grabbed my pillowy softness.
Was I surprised when he turned us around so that he was pressed against the two-way window and I faced the office? Nope. Finn’s fascination with my butt ran as deep as my own with his.
Betty’s too, probably.
A wild spark fluttered through me—possessiveness. He was mine. Nobody else’s. The trials and tribulations of our married life had proven that if nothing else.
Finn was undeniably, categoricallymine.
A happy sound escaped me when his other hand tugged up my skirt until the hem tickled the backs of my thighs. His teeth snagged my bottom lip, and after a quick bite, he rumbled, “Here or the desk?”
“Desk.” I moaned as he nipped my ear. “Please.”
He lifted me in that way of his, like I weighed nothing more than a feather, and it never failed to enchant me.
Or make me crave getting into his pants.
When he perched me on the edge, I ruched up my skirt until it sat at the tops of my thighs and leaned back against the blotter. My computer hummed beside me, and the iced tea he’d brought along was a sticky threat to the sanctity of my workspace, but I so didn’t give a shit.
Expectation fluttered through me when he dropped to his knees with a smirk and yanked my thighs forward so that he could better situate my feet. One, he propped on his shoulders, the other on the guest chair in front of my desk.
When he smoothed my skirt higher, a guttural groan escaped him. “You were walking around the city with no underwear on?”
“What can I say? I’m a planner.”
He rested his head on my leg, scant inches away from my core. Finn had scorched any body shame out of my being after Jake’s birth, so I had no problem with his proximity to my pussy.
Aside from the fact that he was more bothered about looking at it than touching it…
I tipped my hips upward. “If you don’t want to sleep in the guest bedroom too?—”
Yelping when he nipped the softness of my inner thigh, I laughed when he growled. “No guest bed for me.”
“Or me?”
“Never.” His arms clutched at my hips, the claim of ownership sending shivers down my spine. “I can see how wet you are for me, baby. Been thinking about this?”
