He was so close that it felt like he was finally going to act on this attraction between us. What would’ve happened if Finn hadn’t shown up?
I draw in a breath. It doesn’t matter because tonight, I’m going out with Drew and hopefully taking him home to my lonely house, or maybe to his place. Butterflies swell within me, beating a nervous pace with their wings.
“Come in, flower.” Finn’s muffled voice comes through the door.
I turn the knob and step into his office. That sinful cologne of his is heavy in here and makes everything inside me soften. I clear my throat.
“I’m having an issue with a spreadsheet. Could you help me figure out what I’m doing wrong?” I feel like a little girl asking him to help me with my homework.
Finn waves me inside. “Close the door.”
He returns his gaze to whatever he was looking over before I came in. His office is as big as Tom’s, but he has a small seating area with a couple of comfy-looking chairs and a table. I sit in one of the chairs and set my laptop on the table.
Finn’s office is decorated in rich colors, from the mahogany of his desk to the deep green of his walls. He finds pleasure in pretty things, which makes sense. A beautiful woman on his arm. The best suit, fitted perfectly to his body.
When he finishes whatever he’s working on, he stands and stretches. I swallow, remembering his lean, toned body pressed against mine as he savored my lips. I cross my legs against the ache building within.
His long legs eat up the length of his office as he approaches me. When he settles into the chair, his green eyes focus on me. My breath catches and a throb of desire flows through me.
“What can I help you with, flower?” He wets his lips. Fuck, he’s potent.
“Don’t you think you should find something besides flower to call me?” I pull my laptop toward me to have something to do with my hands. I’m not usually nervous around Finn, but right now, even my hands are shaking. “I was eight when you started calling me that.”
He smirks. “Trust me, it’s evolved since the cartoon skunk you loved.”
I arch an eyebrow. I had a thing for Bambi, namely the skunk. Finn found it amusing and has called me flower ever since. Which when I was little was another way of calling me stinker. “How so?”
His eyes sparkle. “I’ll tell you, but it’ll cost you.”
“What will it cost me?” My pulse skips and everything inside me tingles in anticipation.
He stands and walks to the door, flicking the lock. When he holds his hand down to me, I take it, curious as to what he has in mind. He lifts me out of the chair. For a heartbeat, I’m pressed against his chest. His hard body close to mine.
When he sits down, I’m confused for a half moment before he pulls me down to straddle his lap, arranging the skirt of my dress around him. My face is hot, but he locked the door, meaning no one will interrupt us.
“Is this really business appropriate?” I tip my head to the side as I settle my hands on his shoulders and sit in his lap.
His smirk lights me up inside. “Since when do you care what’s appropriate, flower?”
I shrug. “How has flower evolved?”
“This isn’t the cost. I was just getting us comfortable.” His fingers skim up and down my thighs over my skirt.
My breath hitches as his fingers trail closer and closer to my pussy.
“I’m going to ask you a question and I want an answer. A truthful answer.” Finn smiles softly.
“Okay.” I squirm, wondering what question he wants to ask.
His hand slides around the back of my neck and I’m grateful I put my hair up in a bun today, because his fingers touch my bare skin and light me on fire inside.
“First, I want a taste.” He leans in and our lips collide. It’s just as heavenly as the first time he kissed me. His other hand wraps around my hip and draws me forward until his hardening cock is pressed against me intimately.
I moan into his mouth and he deepens the kiss. Fuck, Finn is a great kisser. His lips, his tongue. The way he sucks on my lower lip. It’s perfection and all I want to do is ride his cock right here. Right now.
“Fuck, flower,” he whispers against my lips before his hand slips beneath my skirt. He takes control of the kiss again, and his hand slides up to my panties. That fire rages hotter as his fingers slip beneath my panties and lightly caress my pussy.
I gasp into his mouth and my hands tighten on his shoulders.
