Page 58 of One Last Job


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She beams up at me and winds her arms around my neck. “Thank you.”

“When do you move in?”

“Soon. I think I can pick up the keys this week at some point.”

“That’s amazing. We’ll have to do something to celebrate.”

Her smile doesn’t falter. “That would be nice.”

My mind immediately begins to race with ideas. It’ll have to be something special. Between having to deal with Cynthia, her parents,andme, Amber deserves this more than anyone I know. Maybe I’ll take her out to a Michelin starred restaurant? Fly her to Paris for the weekend? Or a shopping spree for her new home? I think she’d like that.

I’m about to suggest it to her, when she shifts suddenly, and it feels like every ounce of blood in my body heads to my groin. It’s an innocent enough move — I’m sure she’s just making herself more comfortable — but as she wiggles on top of me, she hikes her leg up a little higher and the hem of her skirt bunches all the way up.

Several things happen at once. I desperately try not to look at her now exposed thigh and the curve of her ass but fail miserably. And Amber’s knee brushes against my now embarrassingly hard cock.

“Oh.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, not out of any sense of modesty toward her. But because she’s wearing a pair of thin, pink panties, and a devious voice in the back of my mind won’t stop telling me that it would take me almost no time at all to pull them down and slide inside her right now.

“Sorry.Sorry.” She tries to scramble off me, but that only makes it worse. I’m now acutely aware of her breasts bumping against my chest as she tries to shimmy away, and I can’t stop thinking about how good her body feels moving on top of mine like this.

I wrap an arm around her waist and hold her firmly in place. “Don’t apologise. Isn’t that what you keep telling me?”

I can’t see her face right now, but I can hear her swallow. “Yes, but—”

“I’m hard.”

There’s a beat of silence before her head lolls against my chest and she lets out a quiet giggle. “You’reveryhard.”

I grin. Are we flirting? This feels like flirting. “Did you cop a feel?”

“Kind of hard not to, Finn.” She pauses to splay her fingers against my chest, right over my heart. “You should reconsider that whole ‘no dating’ thing. I think you’d make someone a very happy woman. As long as you know how to use it.”

“I haven’t had any complaints so far.”

“Mhmm. I bet.”

We lie there for a few minutes until I can get myself under control. When I open my eyes again, I expect her to be looking up at me with a teasing grin plastered across her face, but she’s not. She’s got her eyes closed, and it almost looks like she’s sleeping. I give her shoulders a gentle shake and her eyes flutter open.

“You good?”

She nods. “Just enjoying the moment.”

I’d like to lie here and continue to enjoy this moment too, but it’s getting late. I sit up, pulling her with me as I go. “Let me call you a cab.”

“You don’t have to do that,” she says. “I think I can still get the last train.”

“I’m calling you a cab, Amber.”

She groans. “It makes it very hard to call you cheap when you insist on doing things like this.”

“You know thatI’mactually not cheap, right?” I ask as we stand up. I’m suddenly worried that this hasn’t been a joke the entire time. “It’s the company, not me.”

“Yes, Finn,” she says with a roll of the eyes. “I’m very aware that you yourself are not a cheap guy. I’m just messing with you.”

“Good, because all you have to do is ask, and I’d buy it for you.”

She raises a brow. “Anything?”

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