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“You realize,” Finn’s low, sultry voice startles me. I clutch my hand over my chest as he steps away from a sporty car parked a few spaces down from the front door. “I can’t get lost when I’m living in your head rent free.”
I turn back toward the door, pulling a face as I jam the key in the lock with shaking hands. “Do me a favor and try.”
The heat of his body pressing against my back causes a shiver to race down my spine, and I stiffen as his hands drop to my shoulders. My skin prickles as he pulls my hair to the side, the cold leather of his gloves caressing my skin before he drops his lips to my neck. Oh my god, did I fall asleep in the office again?
“Unlock the door,” he commands, and I shake my head ‘no.’ The warm puff of his breath over my neck as he chuckles sends a tingle of anticipation through my core. “Why not?”
“I’m not supposed to let you take me to a secondary location.”
“I’m not going to murder you, Delilah,” he murmurs before pressing another hot kiss to my neck. He trails a series of butterfly-light kisses to my ear, nibbling on my lobe before releasing it and whispering, “I’m going to get you off.”
I’m definitely dreaming. Because there’s no way my mortal enemy just outright said he was going to make me come all out in the open, right? As he trails kisses back toward the crook of my neck, biting down gently as his scruff scratches my neck in a way that pulls a full-bodied shudder out of me, I decide that I’mdefinitely dreaming.
But holy crap, it’s a hell of a dream. With quivering fingers, I twist the key in the lock and push the door open, falling inside with him in a flurry of movement. My muddled brain barely keeps up as he takes the keys from me, locks the door from the inside, and tosses them on the counter. And then his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding. His hand travels down to the small of my back, and he yanks me forward. I gasp at the feel of his erection pressing against my stomach, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. God… the taste of him is divine.
Bending down, he palms my thighs and lifts me, guiding me to wrap my legs around his waist. “Is there an office?” he asks between feverish kisses.
“Through the kitchen,” I answer as he kneads my ass in his strong grip, a sigh falling through my lips. I bury my face in his neck, relishing the feeling of the friction between our bodies as his hurried steps grind me against the thick, hard cock pressing up against me.
Lips parting, I groan into his neck as I take in the scent of his cologne. A shudder racks his frame and I lick a trail from the crook of his neck to his ear, biting gently at his skin before soothing it with kisses.He yanks at my ankles, uncrossing them from behind him, and I shriek as he drops me to the floor unceremoniously.
Blinking owlishly, I realize with a start that he’d moved us with horny efficiency through the restaurant, quickly finding the small office in the very back of the building. Finn reaches for my coat, but I beat him to the punch, unzipping it and flinging it over the small table in the corner, knocking over a picture of me and Grandma from my opening day in the process.
I ignore the sound of shattering glass. Honestly, it’s probably for the best. Grandma shouldn’t be audience to what’s going to happen next because dreams don’t feel this damn good.
I start to unbutton my top, but he shakes his head. “Bottoms only.”
“But—”
He tsks, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the closed office door. “You will do as I say if you want what I have to offer you.”
“What if I don’t?” But my traitorous, breathless voice reveals more than my words ever could. He smirks, quirking an eyebrow, but I don’t have the wherewithal to keep fighting. Not when my insides are burning, my legs are trembling, and every part of me feels seconds away from combusting.
“Take your pants off. Leave your panties on. Then bend over the desk like a good girl.”
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, chewing for a second before my hands drop to the button on my slacks. I kick my shoes off as Finn chuckles. My eyes follow the slow way he peels his gloves off before unbuttoning his coat. Trembling hands push my pants over the swell of my hips and my breath hitches in my throat as he takes a step in my direction, carefully placing his coat on the office chair as I straighten and step out of my pants.
Finn points to the desk, arching a brow. I open my mouth, but all I manage is a squeak as he takes a step forward and gestures in the direction of my workspace. My knees all but give out as I collapse over the desk, turning my head to take in his profile as Finn leans over me. His breath puffs over my cheek as his chest presses against my back, stealing the breath from my lungs from the pressure. I gasp, eyes slamming closed when he cups me over my underwear.
“Mmm, you’re so fucking wet I can feel you through your panties,” he murmurs before he pushes my panties into my folds, the material scratching over my clit with enough force to make my legs quiver. “Have you been thinking about this since last night? What it would feel like to have me teasing you?”
I pant out a moan, hands pushing toward the edge of the desk until I can grip the side. Finn circles my clit through my panties before pulling his hand away to trace his fingers along the edge of the band above my pelvic bone. “Is this how you dreamed it would be?” he asks, voice low and gravelly as he pushes his fingers past the elastic band, slowly applying pressure as he inches closer and closer to my clit.
“No,” I manage through clenched teeth. He stills. I push up on my toes, desperate for his fingers to descend the few inches necessary to send me to the edge of bliss, but he pulls his hand up, tutting.
“How is this different? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“For starters,” I say as I push against his chest, creating enough space to prop up on my elbows as I turn my head fully to face him. He angles his head until our lips are inches apart, our breath mingling in the space between us. I smirk, acting a hell of a lot surer of myself than I feel, as I continue, “In my dreams, your mouth is too busy for you to keep fucking talking.”
Finn growls before closing the distance between us, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss as his fingers slide downward, circling my clit with light, teasing pressure. I moan into his kiss and our tongues tangle as I grind my hips, aching for the pressure he seems so determined to deny me.
He circles my clit softly a few times more before his fingers slip even further down. I cry out, wrenching my mouth from his and dropping my forehead to the cool surface of the desk as he sinks two fingers into me, pumping them experimentally before finding a rhythm that pulls softs mewls of pleasure from my lips. I gasp when he curls his fingers and grinds the heel of his palm against my clit, eyes crossing with pleasure as he hits just the right spot over and over again.
Heat builds to a nearly unbearable level in my core and my orgasm overtakes me with surprising force. My legs give out entirely, and I drape over the desk, fingers aching with the force of holding onto the side as I shudder through my release.
“That’s my good girl,” he mutters, and another violent shudder racks my body.
I murmur unintelligibly in response.
