“I’ve seen inside your bedside drawer. You can take more than three fingers.”
With a whine, I ease a third alongside the others. “Th—there.”
“That’s it. Go slow. Match my speed.”
He makes a spitting sound, and I nearly see double. It’s hard to do anything but plead for him to come to my office and take me on my desk when I hear the wet sound of his fist moving. The wet noise is slow but hard, strong. I force myself to move my fingers at the same pace, knowing damn well he can hear how badly I’m dripping.
“I need it faster,” I say, desperate.
“How fast?”
I turn the call to speakerphone before dropping it onto my desk and increasing my speed, letting him hear how fast I’m going.
“Are you thinking of my cock inside you right now? It would be so easy to slip into your office, pull you out of that chair, and bend you over your desk. I’d even leave those pretty panties on so that they could hold my cum after I filled you full of it. Is that what you want, Aubrey? Tell me.”
“What if I . . .” I gasp when I curl my fingers and move even faster. “What if I made you wear a condom?”
His fist keeps up with me. His words are spat through the phone, betraying how close he is. “Is that what you’d want?”
“No. Not with you.”
“Fuck. Make yourself come. I’m not going to last.”
I tip my head back and let my mouth hang open as I work myself closer and closer— “Finn!”
It’s too loud. I’m at work. If anyone caught me, I’d never live down the embarrassment.
Yet I make no move to stop. I’m too close. Finn’s panting into his phone, and I want to hear him come more than I want to get myself there. Someone could walk in, and I still wouldn’t end the call. Not until after.
“Come,” he growls before making a rough, almost angry noise in the back of his throat. “Shit. Come with me, Aubrey.Jesus Christ. Let me hear you.”
His pleasure stokes mine. I press down on my clit and see stars as I climax, my hips jerking against my fingers. Time slows completely as it goes on and on and on, before I fall back into my body, gasping and curling over my desk. The edge cuts into my breasts as I try to slow my breathing, easing my fingers free.
Finn’s still on the line, but he’s quieter. I let his presence, even simply over the phone, reassure me when my guard tries to fly back up. Guilt sinks in as I take in my surroundings, harshly reminded of where I am. The door remains locked, though, the room silent besides the consistent rattle of the air conditioning.
“Are you with me?” he asks softly.
I straighten and tug open my desk drawer to grab a tissue. “I’m with you.”
“Any regrets?”
“No regrets, Finn.”
“So, I’ll see you on Sunday, then?”
I smile, grabbing the phone again and taking it off speakerphone. “Text me with a time.”
“And place. I was serious about taking you out first.”
“On a date.” It’s not a question.
“On a date, sweetheart. And I promise it won’t involve minigolf.”
“Thank God.”
“Let me know when you get home from work,” he says, and I can hear his grin.
“I will. Say hi to the guys for me.”
