“You should know that about me,” he says seriously. “That stuff in the past with Kendra and Sadie—it’s been hard, but I’m still a romantic guy. I’m even glad for it if it brought me to you.”
He says it simply, as if it isn’t a powerful declaration about our relationship. He’d be grateful for his failed marriage, devastating affair, and broken heart . . . because ofme? Someone he’s known two weeks? I don’t doubt my feelings for him, but it’s a lot for me to live up to.
“Kendra teased me about being so idealistic all the time,” he continues. “She’s no-nonsense.” He glances down the hall, specifically at 6B. Is it a habit? He did it the first time I came to his apartment, and this morning while we were leaving. “I don’t even think Sadie liked that about me.”
The admission makes me want to hug him. I do like it about him. Even if it comes with some pressure, being the center of Finn’s attention is heady, intoxicating. “Well, I love it,” I say. “Rich and I were missing that in our relationship—” I pause. Finn might’ve brought up his exes, but they’re much further in the past compared to mine. I don’t want him to worry I’m still hung up on Rich. “Is it okay to talk about him?”
“As long as you know I’m taking notes.”
I smile a little and touch his tie, admiring how the hallway’s buttery lighting turns silver to gold. “I’m a closet romantic, Finn. That’s my dirty secret. My journals, yes, they’re sexy, but they’re really about love.”
“I know.”
“What I’m trying to say is, I like that you’re so passionate and creative.” I tug on his tie. “But I don’t mind this, either.”
“Yeah?” He grins. “Suits do it for you? To me, it still feels like armor before battle.”
I work around men in suits every day, but none of them look like Finn does now. He’s in charge, and surprisingly, I’m comfortable with that. I’ve been fighting to regain control from Rich and my dad, yet I’m almost willing to hand it over to Finn. And the suit? It just highlights that. It’s his command over me personified. “Even right now?” I ask, with a few bats of my eyelashes.
He slips his arm around my waist and leans in for a kiss.
“Wait.” I push his chest. “You haven’t eaten anyone’s ass today, have you?”
He laughs. “Just yours. While you were sleeping. You thought that was a wet dream, didn’t you?”
I squirm in his grip. I’m still not ready to admit I enjoyed what he did in the shower the other day. It wasn’t just the sensation of being licked there, but the knowledge that what he was doing wasbeyondwrong. Dirty. Forbidden. Probably illegal in some states. And also . . . I think it was what ultimately impelled me into an orgasm. I can’t imagine anyone in my life who’d ever do that or want it done. Except Finn.
I let him kiss me.
As if I could help myself.
Imeltfor his kisses, and he knows it. I’ve gone to work the past few days and thought about his tongue down my throat, his hands gripping me anywhere and everywhere he can reach, his cock bulging all the fucking time. Two days in a row, I’ve locked my office door and shut my blinds to get myself off.
Which reminds me.
“You’re not going to post that picture I sent you, are you?” I tease when he comes up for air.
He just grunts, pulling me against his erection.
“Does that mean you liked it?” I ask.
“Why do you think I’m practically on top of you in the doorway?” he asks. “Why do you think I texted back nothing but gibberish and emoji?”
I smile and let him pull me into the apartment. The photo wasn’t much—a close-up of my lips, blowing him a kiss—but it’s out of character for me to send an unsolicited picture.
“I should probably thank you for the lady giving me the job today.” He puts my handbag aside and removes my scarf and coat. “I had a boner during the interview thanks to your picture.”
I cover my mouth. “Is that true?”
“Yeah, Hals. You can’t just send me that shit without warning. Your juicy, pink lips, knowing all the places they’ve been on my body? My eyes nearly popped out of my skull in the waiting room.”
I can’t help giggling at his earnest expression. “I’m sorry. Really.” I remove my heels.Sweet relief. “I won’t send anything like that again.”
He gives me a look. “Naked. Now.”
“Butyou’redressed.”
He undoes a button at his collar. “Then we’ll both get naked. How was work?”
