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Walking in her direction, my smile bloomed. I scanned from her amber-shaded silk blouse, black skirt that was high on her waist, sexy legs, and black high heels. My gaze met her emerald-green stare. “You’re gorgeous. Did you knock them dead?”

CHAPTER 46

Vee

Iscanned Fin as he came closer, from his gelled and styled hair, piercing blue eyes, staggering smile to his sexy, strong lips and chiseled jaw. Swallowing, I continued taking him in as if we hadn’t seen one another in years. My focus went down to his shoulders, chest, and trim torso covered by a light-blue button-down and farther to his long legs clad in fitted khaki pants.

“You’re gorgeous. Did you knock them dead?” His deep voice ricocheted through me, setting off tingling explosions through my circulation.

My smile widened as I sighed and lifted my arms to his shoulders. “I’ve missed you.”

Fin’s lips came to mine.

The utter exhaustion weighing me down on the way up to the seventh floor melted away by the heat of Fin’s kiss. With his hand cupping my neck and tugging my long hair, this wasn’t a simple hello kiss.

No.

Moans came from my lips as our tongues danced. We were both starved for what we missed during the last week. We slept together and there was affection, yet both of us have been so consumed with our own responsibilities, the passion was temporarily set aside.

No longer.

The passion and desire were back and as hot as a raging forest fire. Melding against his hard chest, my breasts grew painfully heavy and my nipples achingly hard. Warmth pooled between my legs as Fin hiked my skirt and lifted me off the ground. With my legs wrapped around his torso and my back against the wall, I was sandwiched between two unmovable forces.

My need for this man coursed through my circulation, electrifying every nerve ending. No longer merely tingling, now catastrophic explosions intensified my senses. I felt every inch of his body against me. His sandalwood scent filled my senses, and the taste of whiskey teased my taste buds.

Panting for air, I palmed his cheeks and stared into his blue orbs. No longer were they bright as they’d been a moment ago, but now they were darkened with navy swirls of desire. His dilated pupils created black holes for me to hide away.

“This wasn’t my plan,” he said, his chest vibrating against mine.

I was the one who dove into another kiss. I longed for my lips to be on his and more. The sound of his zipper infiltrated our chorus of sounds. A loud moan came from my lips as Fin reached for the crotch of my panties and pushed it aside.

My back arched and my lips opened as he plunged one and then two fingers deep inside me. The air filled with his growl, guttural and primitive. Together with my moans and whimper we sang a familiar chorus.

With each plunge of his fingers, my core tightened. Bouncing in his grasp, I begged, “Please, Fin. I need you.”

His fingers disappeared.

I closed my eyes at the fantastic friction as the head of his cock replaced his fingers. Holding tightly to his neck, I wiggled, moved, and arched, accommodating his girth and length. Once he was buried deep inside me, I let out a breath and dropped my forehead to his shoulder.

Fin’s voice was a deep baritone growl at my ear. “Fuck, Vee.”

Lifting my head, my cheeks rose in a smile. “Yes, please.”

I was barely in the door and now we’re fucking against the wall of our hallway. There was a perfectly good bed across the hallway and another in our bedroom. The crackle and orange glow coming from the living room told me that we could be on the sofa or a blanket near the fire.

My fingernails dug into the material of his shirt as he thrusted repeatedly. His size amazingly stretched me, filling me to overfull. Straightening my spine, I leaned forward. The position was everything. Fireworks began to detonate behind my eyes. Sparklers, at first, that never fizzled; they exploded.

Still within my shoes, my toes curled and my legs stiffened, tightening around his torso. Fin’s speed accelerated and my pussy contracted. Like the building of pressure in a cooker, I felt as if I was about to blow. The noises from my lips grew higher pitched like the sound of a top ready to spin out of control. My entire body convulsed as wave after wave of orgasm tore through me. I screamed Fin’s name before laying my forehead on his shoulder.

The air filled with his curses as he pressed me into the wall and his cock pulsated within me.

For an unknown length of time, we stood in place not moving and not wanting to separate.

Fin stood. I was still in his grasp, one of his hands holding my ass while his other arm looped around my waist. Lifting my head, I met his stare. “I think you’ve missed me too.”

His grin quirked. “I guess you could call this a double power play.”

I missed the feeling of fullness as he eased out of me, coating my thighs in our mixed essences. My knees felt weak as my feet and shoes came to the floor.