Page 26 of His Good Girl

I push the door open and am greeted by a smiling woman behind a reception desk. She looks like she's in her mid-fifties. Her brunette hair, which is cut in a cute bob style, sports wisps of gray that frame and soften her face, and her round glasses have dipped slightly on her nose. She pushes them up, giving me a welcoming smile that instantly puts me at ease. “Can I help you, dear?”

I work my lip again and look to the door at the end of the hallway with Finn's name on it. “Uh, well, I came to surprise Fi—I mean, Mr. Walker. I'm an old friend of his daughter, and she mentioned he was in today so I thought I would pop by on my way to town.” She eyes me for a few seconds, and I force myself to not fidget or worry my lip. Instead, I flash her what I hope is a sweet and innocent smile. Eventually, she nods and says I can go on back. I thank her before heading down the hallway. As I raise my hand to knock, I almost lose my nerve.

What if he’s busy? What if he’s annoyed that I’m invading his space without asking? The idea of him seeing me as some silly girl or a nuisance makes my palms sweat. Every rejection, every abandonment I've experienced suddenly flashes through my mind like a movie. The sting of each causing me to second guess everything. Yet, if I don’t do this, I could lose out on a future with someone that makes me happy. On that thought, I let my knuckles connect with the door.

Shit, shit, shit.

I can’t believe I did it. I also can’t believe I’ve turned into this girl. The girl that is all jittery and unsure of herself. I'm Alexis Fucking Wayfield and I need to get my shit together.

“Come in.” The rich timber of his voice penetrates the closed door. My nerves settle just from hearing his voice. It somehow is rough and smooth all at once. Knowing how it grows husky when he talks dirty makes my core throb.

I push the door open and walk in with a smile plastered on my face. Finn is on the phone and his eyes grow large when he sees me, but it’s quickly replaced with a stunning wide smile. His icy blue eyes light up and the crinkles around his eyes are so warm and inviting. He covers the mouth of his phone and whispers, “Just give me a second.” Smiling, I look around the office, taking in all the personal touches he’s added.

I spot a signed picture of him standing next to another surfer. They’re both in wetsuits that are peeled off and hanging from their waists. Both men are tanned and have ab muscles fit for a magazine cover. My eyes get stuck on the sexy V that disappears into Finn’s wetsuit. Damn, that has to be the sexiest thing on a man.

“That’s me and my buddy Ricky at the Eddie in two thousand one.” I whirl around to find Finn watching me. He’s dressed similarly to the night at the club. His jacket is tossed over the back of his chair, and his white button-up shirt has the neck unbuttoned, tie loosened, and sleeves rolled up, putting his corded muscular forearms on display. Daddy Finn is sexy personified.

“Did you compete?” I vaguely recognize the name of an elite surfing competition.

“God, no, I wish. Ricky competed that year, he didn’t place, but it still was a huge deal even getting to ride with so many of the greats. I had Ricky sign the picture the next week, he laughed his ass off, but did it anyway.” His eyes take on a faraway look, as if remembering that day for a second before he lounges back with his arms behind his head and looks me up and down. His perusal sends shivers down my spine.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this surprise?” Finn cocks his head slightly before running his tongue over his lower lip. Fuck, I want to pull that lip into my mouth. Walking toward him, I stop and lean against the desk, needing to get closer, but telling myself to keep my hands to myself.

“Marcee brought me into town to grab my car that we left at the club, then I’m headed back to the apartment to finish packing and prep for my classes this week.”

“Wow, so soon?” He raises his eyebrows at me. I dip my head, unable to hold his heated stare. I already feel my pulse racing and my pussy throbbing, dying to feel him inside me again. Strong hands suddenly grip my hips and move me so I'm leaning against his desk, standing between his spread legs. He doesn’t remove his hands from me, his thumbs rubbing up and down the crease of my hips, and I can feel myself losing the fight to remember why I’m here. Little fires are being set along my skin where his hands are touching me. It isn’t even skin-to-skin contact, but I can still feel the way those same hands pinned my hips to the mattress last night while he devoured my pussy.

“Uh, yeah. I have my first private session and just want everything to be perfect. Plus, I have so much shit that still needs to be packed before the movers come. “

“Ah, well, I’m glad you stopped by. I would have been disappointed if I had missed you.” His hands begin running up and down my sides. He stands in a fluid motion, crowding me against the desk.

“Well, I did think I owed you a proper goodbye for crashing your weekend—again.” His mouth dips to my exposed shoulder, kissing me and stealing every rational thought from my head.

“Is that so? And what does a proper goodbye entail?” His words send shivers through me as he trails kisses along my jawline to my neck. I inhale deeply, drinking in the scent of him, sandalwood and a hint of salt from the sea air he spends so much time in. All thoughts of the talk I wanted to have are long gone. Replaced with a pulsing, throbbing need to feel him, to imprint him on my skin, leaving his scent behind to take home with me.

Looking up at him through my lashes, I purr, “Whatever you want it to entail, Finn.”

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FINN

My already hardening cock turns to steel at her words. As I trail kisses along her soft smooth skin, I reach up and untie the straps of her dress, sucking in a sharp breath when it drops and exposes her breasts to me. Pulling back so I can see her face, I run my thumbs over her pebbled nipples. Her eyes close and her head drops back as she hums. Taking advantage of the position, I lick and suck along the column of her slender neck, reveling in the soft noises of pleasure coming from her.

She has her hands behind her, bracing herself against the desk. Desperate for her to touch me, I grab her thighs and lift her onto my desk. Instantly, she spreads her legs so I can press in close. Once settled, she reaches up and tugs on my tie, bringing my mouth to hers. Deepening the kiss, I pillage her perfect mouth, tasting the hint of strawberry lingering on her tongue. Probably her morning smoothie. I love that I'm learning all these little bits and pieces of her.

I intended the kiss to be calm and gentle, but it quickly becomes heated and frantic. Grabbing the skirt of her dress, I hike it up and expose her pussy to me. It’s covered with a tiny scrap of white lace. Too out of control to take the time to remove them, I push them to the side and slide my fingers into her wet channel.

“Fuuuuck, Finn, that feels so good.” Reaching between us, Alexis palms my cock through my slacks.

“Is that what you want, baby? You want my cock inside of you?” Her eyes are hooded and her breath is coming in quick pants as I pump my fingers into her. She’s so beautiful when she comes undone for me. I’m drunk on the fact that I can bring her to this state with just a touch.

“Yes, Daddy, please I need you inside of me.” Her hands fumble with my belt and button in the sexiest way. I love that I affect her like this. Alexis, strong, sexy, and smart, is trembling at my touch. When she pulls my cock free, I have to stifle a groan, loving the way she grips me, pumping my cock roughly as her moans of pleasure consume me.

I grip my dick in my hand and run it through her center, gathering wetness and loving the way she squirms, tilting her pelvis, trying to line me up with her entrance. I flick her, teasing her clit, earning me the most delicious mewling noise. My girl is impatient today, jonesing for my dick.

“Be a good girl and get Daddy’s cock nice and wet for me, baby.” I hold her steady against the desk with my other hand gripping her back as I whisper into her ear. I keep running the tip through her folds and around her clit as my girl grows more impatient.

“Daddy, please, fuck me,” she pleads and it nearly undoes me. I ease in just an inch, loving the way she stretches around me. Her pussy is already fluttering around my tip. I pull out and make to slide back in when my phone buzzes, it’s Allison.