The office was small and cluttered. Filing boxes lay stacked in corners, and a decrepit rolling chair sat before an ancient metal teacher’s desk. There was barely enough room for two people to stand without touching.
Finn pressed his back against the door, looking at me with an odd intensity in his gaze.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” I managed. “That was—”
I didn’t get to finish that sentence.
Finn took one stride forward and crashed his mouth into mine. His hands found my hips, gripped tight, and pulled me closer as he pressed me back against the desk. Whatever I was going to say vanished, taking every conscious thought I’d ever had with it.
Chapter 30
Finn
I’m not sure what came over me. One minute, I was standing beside Benji as we struggled to keep up with drink orders. The next, I found myself wading through a sea of screaming sports fans with Chase in tow. Then, the moment we stepped into the privacy of my office, my body lurched forward, and my traitorous lips attacked him.
Had I turned into a vampire without even feeling my own death?
I didn’t want to drink his blood or anything. A good suck on his cock wasn’t very vampiric, was it? I definitely wanted to do that.
For his part, Chase didn’t so much as object—not when I’d crossed the bar or grabbed his wrist or yanked him through the crowd—and not in that moment when my lips tried to devour his entire essence whole. He’d startled, in the way surprised people do when they’re, well, surprised; but then,faster than thought, his tongue had gotten with the program and begun lapping up every drop of saliva my mouth contained.
“I fucking missed you today,” he said through labored breaths.
A groan was all I could manage in reply.
But I couldn’t form words or thoughts or . . . anything, really.
All my addled brain allowed in that moment were more and deeper kisses. All the while, my hands frisked Chase’s body more thoroughly than a horny TSA agent inspecting a college gymnastics team. I clearly wasn’t searching for weapons; though, as my hands descended to his southern hemisphere, they found a most impressive bulge beneath his zipper.
“He missed you, too,” Chase said in the space between kisses. “What do you want, Finn?”
Fuck. What did I want? I had this man shoved against a metal desk in a disheveled office the size of a broom closet, and my poor team was drowning in customers just beyond the door.
What the hell was I doing?
I pulled back, panic filling my eyes. “I . . . Chase . . . I’m sorry, I—”
“Take your shirt off.”
I blinked.
Mymouth fell open.
Chase’s brows rose in the way a mother’s might when her willful child refused to eat his veggies.
“In here?” My eyes darted about the tiny space.
“I could take it off for you, but I thought you might like the option. Either way, I want you naked in one minute.”
Dear Lord, bossy Chase was back.
And that turned me on in ways I—
My hands moved, and my shirt flew off in a blur.
“Shorts, now.”
