19. Finn
NINETEEN
FINN
Reluctant Runner
What are you doing tonight?
Me
For you? I’m free as a bird.
Reluctant Runner
You don’t even know what I’m going to suggest!
Me
Doesn’t matter.
Reluctant Runner
What if I’m going to ask you to go to a knitting class? Or to play bingo?
Me
All sounds fun to me. Is that what’s on the agenda?
Reluctant Runner
No. I was thinking we could watch a Christmas movie. Or I could listen to you record another audiobook…
Do you have any other decorations I can ruin? Maybe a reindeer?
Me
I just laughed out loud. The guy behind me in line at the grocery store is looking at me like I’m an idiot.
I’ll be home in 20. Come over whenever. And bring stuff to stay the night.
Reluctant Runner
A sleepover? Fun. Maybe I’ll show up in a trench coat or something sexy like that.
Me
You could show up in a bag and be sexy.
Reluctant Runner
Be careful what you wish for…
I’ve spent every day since the 5k with Margo.
We’re having a good time, and I like that she keeps wanting to see me. Some days we have sex. Some days we don’t, and that’s perfectly fine with me.
There might not be a plan for us after Christmas, but I’m enjoying seeing where this goes. We don’t have any pressure on us, and I’ve fully accepted that no matter what happens between us, I’m going to be happy for the time we’ve shared together.
The knock on my front door comes after I’ve put away all my groceries, and when I open it and find Margo on the steps, a big red bow in her hair and wearing a literal pillowcase as a dress, I burst out laughing.
“What—” I wheeze and clutch my side. “The hell is that?”
“You said I’d still be sexy in a bag, so I decided to put that theory to the test.” She rests her hands on her hips and does a twirl. “Well? What’s the verdict?”
“You look like a Christmas present I want to unwrap.” I tug her inside, out of the cold, and run my hands down the front of the pillowcase. “Aren’t you freezing?”
“Pretty sure my nipples are going to fall off, but it’s worth it.” She bends down to unzip her boots and nudges them against the wall. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I pull her close and kiss her, smiling when she wraps her arms around my neck. “How was your day? Do you have a closet full of pillowcase dresses?”
“No, but a very informative YouTube video helped me craft this before I walked out the door. My day was good. Better now that I’m here with you.”
“Ah. I like to hear that.” I move my hands to her ass and cup her backside. “Have you eaten dinner?”
“Not yet. I thought we could order some pizza.” Margo presses a kiss to my neck, and her tongue licks up my throat. “Later, though. There are some things I want to do first.”
“Like?” I walk us backward to my office, wanting another show like I got the other day. “Is there something you need, Margo?”
“You,” she says, and I kiss her again as we stumble into the room. “In a lot of different ways.”
“You know where to sit,” I murmur against her mouth, and she takes the chair she occupied last time we were in here. “And get comfortable, baby. We’re going to have some fun.”
“Oh, are we?” She pulls the pillowcase dress over her head and drops it to the floor, leaving her in a lacy red number that has a dozen bows all over it. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her, and she smirks. “See something you like, Mr. Mathieson?”
“Fuck,” I rasp. I’m instantly hard from seeing her, and it’s never been like this with other women. One glance at her and I’m shoving my hand down my pants. Gripping my cock and stroking myself because she’s so goddamn sexy. “You are exquisite.”
Her face softens, and she drops in the chair across from my desk. She scoots back and lifts her legs, draping them over the arms of the chair. Her hand rests low on her stomach, and her eyes never leave mine as I nearly trip making my way to my chair.
“I like when you compliment me,” she says softly. “I’m used to diving into the action, and I’ve never really felt seen before. You make me feel seen.”
I’d throw the whole dictionary of compliments at her if I could. I’d call her every adjective under the sun if it made her smile like she’s smiling right now.
“I’m never going to stop complimenting you.” I reach for my desk drawer and open it, pulling out the order I had delivered earlier today. “Even when I’m on top of you. Even when you’re on your knees in front of me. You are, without a doubt, the most spectacular woman I’ve ever been with in my life, Margo. And I don’t want you to forget that.”
Her breathing hitches, and she drags the strap of her outfit down her left arm. She stops just before she shows off her tit, and I almost whine at the tease.
“What’s in that box?” she asks.
“I, shockingly, don’t have any other vagina-approved Christmas ornaments in my house, so I got you a toy.” I rip open the cardboard and hold up the plastic. “So you can fuck yourself while I watch.”
“I don’t think you’re making the nice list this year.” Her green eyes sparkle and she lifts her chin. “Will you open it for me?”
I have a disagreement with the scissors and curse until I finally get the plastic open. I toss the toy her way and she catches it, weighing it in her hands.
“I did some research. It, uh, has good reviews,” I say, and I don’t know why I’m suddenly nervous about all of this. “I can take it back if you don’t like?—”
Margo runs the toy across the front of her underwear. She drops her head back and groans when she circles her clit with the silicone head. “Will you read to me, Finn?”
“ Yes. Yeah. Fuck yes.” I grab the first script I can find on my desk and rip it open. “ Her eyes widen when she sees the mask I’m holding. A look of fear crosses her face, and I wait for her to tell me it’s okay that we go down this path. She steps toward me and takes the knife from my hand. I suppress a groan when she touches the tip of the weapon against my throat, and the smile I give her is anything but nice .”
“I don’t want that done to me, but listening to it is really fucking hot.” Margo pulls her underwear to the side and bares herself to me. She drags the toy across her entrance, coating the silicone in her arousal, and I’d give anything to taste her. Anything to get on my knees in front of her and worship her cunt the way she deserves. “Can you keep going?”
I sit back in my chair and unfasten the button of my jeans. I unzip the fly and put my hand down my pants so I can jerk off to her excitement. Her eyes track my movements. She grins and brings the toy to her mouth, wrapping her lips around the tip.
Fucking hell .
I’m starting to think this woman was made for me. The things she’s interested in and the way she?—
“Dad?” My front door slams shut and my blood runs cold. “You home?”
“Is that Jeremy?” Margo hisses.
“I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing here.” I scan the room, panicked. I don’t care that he knows Margo is here. I don’t want him seeing her like this . He lost that privilege, and I’ll be fucking damned if I’m giving him that opportunity today. “You need to hide. I’m sorry. I’m not embarrassed by you, but I?—”
Margo stands, and I almost whine again. Her tits look fantastic, and I’m going to fucking kill my son for interrupting us. “Where should I go?”
There’s no way in hell I’m making her climb out the window, and sneaking down the hall to my room is out of the question.
“Under my desk,” I say. “He won’t be able to see you from the other side.”
“I’ve always wanted to be someone’s dirty little secret.” She rounds the corner of the furniture and gets on her knees. “Please be quick.”
“If it were up to me, he’d already be on his way out the door. And I’m definitely taking his fucking key from him.” I touch her jaw, and our eyes meet. “Hey. I’m not happy about?—”
“I know.” Margo kisses my knee and ducks her head so she’s hidden. “Just so you know, I’m not a very patient girl, Finn.”
“Christ,” I grumble, shoving my dick back in my pants right as Jeremy makes his way to the threshold of my office. “Hey, Jer.”
“You didn’t hear me yelling for you?” He frowns and leans against the wall. “The fuck are you doing in here?”
“Work.” I hold up the script and my eyes dart underneath my desk. “Are you good?”
“Yeah. Just haven’t seen you in a minute and thought I’d stop by.” Jeremy walks to the chair Margo was just sitting in and plops down. “Are you coming to Mom’s for Christmas?”
“Yeah. Yup. I am indeed. What else did you need?”
“Wow. Every other time I see you, you’re the one ragging on me for rushing off places. That’s a little hypocritical of you, Pops.”
I grind my teeth.
I usually love to hear what my kid is up to, but when I have the woman of my dreams inches away from me, the last thing I want to do is sit here and shoot the shit for an hour.
“Sorry. I have a lot on my mind and I’m behind on some reports I need to do for work.”
“What’s with all the microphones?” Jeremy looks around and frowns. “Looks like you’re hosting a podcast in here.”
“The hospital asked me to record some things for the website, so they sent equipment over.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Margo under the desk. She’s staring at me, and her lips wrap around the toy again. My hand curls into a fist at my side, and I watch as she slowly works the silicone head into her pussy. “Jesus Christ.”
“What?”
“Nothing. I—nothing.” Margo grins. She drops her head back and starts to fuck herself, half the length of the toy disappearing inside her. “Just. Having a hard time remembering something.”
“Are you having a stroke?” he asks. “You’re freaking me out.”
“I’m healthy as hell,” I say, scooting my chair closer to the desk so there’s no chance he can see her. “What about you? Didn’t see you at either of the races Run Chicago put on the last two weeks.”
“Been busy.” He grins and crosses his arms. “I’ve been seeing a couple of people, and time has slipped away from me.”
“How’s work? How’s the dealership?”
I almost bite my tongue when soft hands work their way up my thighs. My fingers curl around the arms of my chair, and I don’t know if I love Margo or hate her.
She traces the outline of my cock over my jeans, and it’s damn near impossible to keep my mouth shut.
Love .
Definitely love .
There’s no way she follows through with this, but another glance between my legs shows me her mischievous smile, and I know I’m well and truly fucked.