“Always for you,” I whispered back, hating how vulnerable it sounded, but his eyes lit up and he pressed harder, sucking just enough to leave a faint mark. The dress parted further and he kissed down to the swell of my breast, then the fading hickey on my shoulder from last week. It didn’t hurt, just reminded me how we’d gone from frantic office fucks to this, him taking his time like I was something precious.
My wrists next. He lifted one arm, lips soft on the inside, stubble scraping in a way that sent shivers straight to my core. “You’re shaking,” he said, voice teasing but gentle, eyes flicking up to mine. “Cold?”
“No,” I admitted, voice quiet. “Just you.” He smiled, that rare real one that crinkled the corners of his eyes, and kissed the other wrist before letting the dress pool at my feet. I stepped out of it, standing there in my bra and panties, feeling exposed in a way that had nothing to do with nudity. His gaze raked over me, hungry but patient, and he reached around to unhook my bra, fingers lingering on my back.
“Sit on the edge,” he said, nodding to the tub. He turned the faucet, hot water rushing in, steam starting to curl up. He added bath oil, something musky and clean, not overpowering, and watched the water level rise. Then he was back, kneeling in front of me, hands on my thighs as he slid my panties down. “Lift,” he instructed softly, and I did, letting him tug them off. His fingers traced the insides of my thighs, parting them just enough to kiss the sensitive skin there, breath hot against my pussy but not touching yet.
“Finneas,” I breathed, hands in his dark hair, but he just looked up, amber eyes locked on mine.
“Patience, birthday girl. I want to take my time with you.” He stood, stripped off his shirt, revealing those muscled shoulders I’d traced a hundred times. Pants next, boxers following, his cock already half-hard and heavy. He stepped into the tub first, the water sloshing as he settled against the back, then held out a hand. “Come here.”
I slid in, the heat biting my skin at first, then soothing as it climbed my legs, my waist. He pulled me between his thighs, my back to his chest, arms wrapping around me. The water kept filling, lapping at our skin, and his hands started wandering, up my ribs, slow and light, thumbs brushing the undersides of mybreasts. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured into my ear, lips grazing the lobe. “Tonight’s yours.”
I leaned my head back on his shoulder, eyes half-closed. “This. Just this.” His chuckle vibrated through me again and one hand cupped my breast fully, thumb circling my nipple until it peaked, hard and aching. He pinched lightly, rolling it between his fingers, and I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Yeah?” He kissed my neck, open-mouthed, tongue tracing the line of my vein. “You like when I play with these? Been thinking about them all day, how they taste.” He shifted, turning me slightly so he could lean down and take one in his mouth, sucking slow, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. Water splashed as I gripped his hair, holding him there. He lavished attention on first one then the other, hands roaming my stomach, dipping lower to tease the top of my folds without diving in.
By the time he pulled back my nipples were red and sensitive, and I was breathing hard. “Finneas, please...”
“Please what?” His voice was playful now but his eyes were intense, watching every flicker on my face. One hand slid down fully, fingers parting my pussy lips under the water, finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He circled it slow, pressure light at first, building as I rocked against his hand. “This? You want my fingers here?”
“Yes,” I hissed, turning my head to catch his mouth in a messy kiss. Our tongues tangled and he pushed one finger inside me, then two, curling them against that spot that made my toes curl. The water made everything slick, warm, amplifying the slide.His thumb stayed on my clit, rubbing in lazy figure-eights, and I broke the kiss to pant against his jaw. “Don’t stop. God, you’re so good at that.”
He nipped my earlobe. “Only for you. Feel how wet you are? Even in the water, you’re soaking my hand.” He pumped his fingers deeper, slower, drawing it out, his other arm banded around my waist to hold me in place. The steam thickened the air, making it hard to breathe, but I didn’t care. The build was exquisite, that slow coil tightening in my gut without the usual rush.
I twisted in his hold, water sloshing over the edge, and faced him fully, straddling his lap. His cock pressed against my thigh, fully hard now, thick and hot. “I need you,” I said, voice barely above a whisper, hands on his shoulders as I kissed him again, deeper this time, pouring everything into it, the fear, the want, the way he’d cracked me open tonight.
He groaned into my mouth, hands gripping my hips. “Take what you need, Andrea. I’m yours.” But even as he said it his grip was possessive, fingers digging in just enough to leave faint marks, guiding me without forcing.
I reached down, wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking once, twice, feeling him throb. “You sure about that?” I teased, but my voice shook, and he just nodded, eyes burning into mine.
“Fuck yes. Always.” He lifted me slightly and I positioned him at my entrance, sinking down inch by inch. The stretch was perfect, slow in the buoyant water, filling me until our hips met. We both stilled, breaths mingling, his hands tracing my arms, my waist. “You feel incredible. So tight around me.”
I rocked once, testing, and he met it with a shallow thrust, eyes never leaving mine. “Finneas... I’m falling for you.” The words slipped out, raw and unfiltered, hanging in the steam.
He froze, cock twitching inside me, his grip tightening on my hips. His voice cracked, just a fraction. He pulled me down for a kiss that was all heat and heart, tongue slow, thorough. When he broke away, forehead to mine, he whispered, “I already fell. The day you walked into my office, all snark and fire, telling me you were the best damn assistant I’d ever have.”
A laugh bubbled up, shaky and real. “Sap. Who knew the big bad CEO had a soft side?”
His laugh joined mine, low and warm, easing the vulnerability twisting in my chest. “Only for you. Now move, beautiful. Show me how you want it.” I did, rolling my hips in a slow grind, his hands helping set the pace, deep unhurried thrusts that hit every nerve. Water splashed with each movement, his stubble scraping my throat as he kissed there, one hand slipping between us to rub my clit again, matching the rhythm.
“Tell me,” he murmured against my skin, thrusting up harder but still controlled. “What do you feel? Right now?”
“Full,” I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Like you see me. All of me.” The words tumbled out and he groaned, pace picking up just a notch, fingers circling faster.
“I do. Every fucking inch. Come for me, Andrea. Let go.” His voice was a command wrapped in tenderness and it pushed me over, orgasm crashing slow and deep, pussy clenching around his cock as I cried out his name. He followed seconds later,thrusting up once more, spilling hot inside me with a gritted “fuck, yes,” arms locking around my back, holding me close.
We stayed like that, tangled in the now-cooling water, breaths syncing as his hands kept tracing lazy patterns on my skin.
Later. I was lying on his chest in the dark, tracing his collarbone with my fingertip. He was running his fingers through my hair, slow, untangling the strands one at a time. The room was dark, the sheets tangled around us, my body still humming.
“You called me a sap,” he said.
“You are a sap. You gave me a signed book and peonies and told me you fell for me during a job interview. That is peak sap. That is the sappiest shit I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“I’ll deny it if you tell anyone.”
“Mary would lose her mind if she heard this. She already thinks you’re too good to be true.”
