Then, he said, “Fuck it,” and hit the release on his seat. His chair flew back, making enough room for her.
“Fuck it,” she repeated and climbed on top of him. His hand went to her hair and fisted there.
Her fingers dug into his shoulder.
Their mouths met. Mated. His tongue found hers and they dueled. The kiss wasn’t gentle. She didn’t want it to be. She felther breasts tingle and she shivered. He kneaded first one, then the other. Her moan was loud.
“That feels so good.”
His fingers fumbled as he unbuttoned her dress. Pushed it off her shoulders. Unclasped her black lacey bra. Then he took a nipple in his mouth.
She bucked, grabbed his shoulders. Wanted more. Needed everything.
Finn was inflamed by her reaction to him. His erection pressed cruelly against his pants, straining to be free. As if she read his mind, she moved back some. The belt jingled as she released it. The zipper rasped as she slicked it down. His erection was granite hard when she grasped onto him.
“No, don’t, I’ll come.” He swallowed hard. “Your panties.”
“Get them off!”
The scraps of lace ripped easily and he tossed them to the side. “Now, Finn, please.”
He thrust inside her. His head practically exploded. He thrust again. He felt her spiral, then his climax was upon him. Colors burst in his brain. The sound of fireworks blocked everything else in his mind.
And then there was just pleasure.
They breathed like bellows as they came down together. She laid her head on his shoulder. He managed to raise his hand to her nape and cradle her through the silky dark locks. After a minute or so, she drew back…and burst out laughing.
That was the last thing he expected.
She said, “I’ve never done anything like this before. It was so great. So raw. So wild.”
He laughed with her. “I feel like a teenager in the back seat of my father’s car.”
“Not with your skill, buddy.”
They laughed some more. Then she nestled back into him and he held her tight. Had he ever felt this content? This strong afterglow following sex? Time passed before she moved off him.
He raked a hand through his hair, then pulled up the seat.
He shook his head. “We shouldn’t be laughing.”
“Because of professional connection?”
“Yes. That’s why I tried like hell to resist you. I violated my ethics.” He saw her frown. “I wanted it, Elise. Making love with you meant the world me. But facts are facts. Even if you get someone else to work with you for your headaches, for infertility, I still did this…” He stopped abruptly, then pounded the steering wheel. “Oh no, we didn’t use protection.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that.”
He didn’t respond.
“D-do you feel guilty, Finn?”
“I don’t know. I should.”
“That makes me feel bad.”
“I’m sorry.” He grasped her hand. “I loved being that close to you.”
“I loved it too.”
