Chapter 4
FOUR
I saw him from the back office.
At least, I saw the top of his head.
The spike in my hormones deduced the rest—I’d concluded a while back that some part of my hindbrain, that Neanderthal who prepared woolly mammoth for her caveman mate’s breakfast, sprang to life whenever Finn neared me.
The notion had a smile dancing on my lips.
The only caveman-like aspect of Finn’s nature was his attitude. Every other inch of him had the whole “city slicker” image down pat.
Which was ironic on all its own. My husband was a shark. Pure and simple.
I whistled under my breath. “What a way to go though…”
“Ugh, don’t tell me. Finn just showed up?”
“Don’t judge. Like you don’t drool over Luc.”
Jen, my BFF, studied her manicure. Somehow, she managed to maintain the sass over a video call. “He drools over me.”
“It’s a mutual drooling. Admit it.” At her sniff, I pointed at her. “Aha! There. Right there. You were thinking of him and making doe eyes.”
She rubbed her middle finger over her nose, but I only caught half of the show as more of Finn’s head came into view.
“Ugh, I’m going. I refuse to watch you stalk and eye-fuck Finn long distance.”
“Talk later?” I didn’t even bother looking at her.
“After dinner. I still want to talk to you about…” She heaved a sigh. “Never mind. We’ll discuss it when you’re actually listening, bish.”
I wafted a hand at her in farewell, confirmed that she’d ended the video call, then pushed my desk chair back and strode over to the wall of windows.
Unashamedly doing exactly what Jen had said—I stalked my DH through the two-way mirror setup that let me watch over both the shop floor and the bakery out back.
His movements were relaxed. Easy. A hand tucked into his pants pocket as he joked with Freddy, one of my apprentices who had a natural gift with sourdough starters. The gleam of his watch peeped at me, but it wasn’t ostentatious. Just matter-of-fact.
He rarely left the city but had crossed into Jersey for a meeting today. Clearly, it had annoyed him—his hair was more rumpled than usual and he’d worked the knot of his tie loose.
I bit my lip as Betty, one of my newer employees, handed him an iced tea. Betty, uncaring that Finn owned parts of Manhattan and could bankrupt billionaires for shits and giggles, patted his cheek. Finn just blinked at her but accepted the iced tea and made a swift retreat.
I snorted when Betty lowered her head to check out his ass, then pursed her lips before shaking it off.
I called it “The Finn Effect.”
Or maybe it was just Aidan Sr.’s genes—God knew, all his sons had inherited that “wow” factor.
Certifiable the man might have been, but he was undeniably more handsome than the devil.
When a soft tap sounded at my door, I didn’t bother moving, just called over my shoulder, “Come in.”
He arched a brow when he saw me standing by the windows. “You spying?”
“On Betty checking out your ass? What’s the problem? That she’s staring seventy-five in the face or that she pats your cheek like you’re a toddler?”
“She gave me iced tea.”
“On my orders.”
He gaped at me. “What the hell?!”
“I knew you were coming to collect me and didn’t want coffee breath to spoil my ‘hello’ kiss.”
“Ohhh. Why didn’t you just say so? That’s what gum is for, wife,” Finn growled, depositing the iced tea with a glower on a coaster on my desk—yes, it had taken the entire length of our marriage to train him to do that—and striding over to me.
I let him sweep me up in his arms with a happy sigh. My own slid along his shoulders, my wrists crossing at the back of his neck.
A warm glint appeared in his eyes. “Where’s Jake?”
“With Star. I said we’d collect him on the way home.”
He hummed. “This dress is new.”
“Mayyyybe.”
“No maybe about it.” He pulled back a little so he could stare at it. “Ohh, it was tea with the coven today, wasn’t it?”
“We’re not witches.”
“I never said you were. But they definitely are.” He clucked his tongue. “Let me guess, Star’s set fire to something and wanted Savannah to convince Aidan to let her get away with it?”
“Don’t be mean.”
“I’m being realistic. Or do I mean pragmatic? Or, hell, optimistic?”
“You mean all three.” I released a soft laugh at his knowing look. “Star hasn’t set fire to anything as far as I’m aware. Though, Savannah was in a mood.”
“Ahh. That’d explain why Aidan blew a fuse, huh?”
“Your meeting was with him?”
He just shrugged.
Enough said…
“She slept in the guest bedroom.”
His brows shot up so high they almost touched his hairline. “Jesus Christ.”
“Yep. He never mentioned it?”
“Not really. He was grouchier than usual. It led to him and Brennan getting into a fistfight.”
“Wow.”
“They’ve been bitching at each other for weeks. Mostly, I was glad for them to get it out of their system.”
“Who won?”
“Who do you think? Brennan’s gained eighty pounds in muscle since Aidan’s started dumping more onto him. Bren’s working out as stress relief.” He hugged me to him, like I already wasn’t close enough. “So, what happened between Aidan and Savannah?”
“She said she asked him some questions about animal fighting within the city limits and he refused to answer.”
Finn frowned. “I haven’t heard anything about any animal fights.”
“You’re the money man,” I said lightly, stroking the whorls of hair at his nape. “Why would you know?”
“Fair point. She should have asked Brennan. Aidan takes a step back on a lot of that shit now.”
“Ahh, yes, while you guys plan world domination.”
“Don’t mock. It’ll work. One day.”
I rolled my eyes but leaned up on tiptoe, grateful when he lowered his head to kiss me.
“That’s better. Why didn’t we do that immediately?”
“You wanted to bicker about iced tea.”
“I’m a fucking idiot.”
Humming in agreement, I brushed my lips over his, sighing happily when his hand settled on my ass. His knuckles began toying with the velvet fabric, rubbing back and forth as he grabbed my pillowy softness.
Was I surprised when he turned us around so that he was pressed against the two-way window and I faced the office? Nope. Finn’s fascination with my butt ran as deep as my own with his.
Betty’s too, probably.
A wild spark fluttered through me—possessiveness. He was mine. Nobody else’s. The trials and tribulations of our married life had proven that if nothing else.
Finn was undeniably, categorically mine.
A happy sound escaped me when his other hand tugged up my skirt until the hem tickled the backs of my thighs. His teeth snagged my bottom lip, and after a quick bite, he rumbled, “Here or the desk?”
“Desk.” I moaned as he nipped my ear. “Please.”
He lifted me in that way of his, like I weighed nothing more than a feather, and it never failed to enchant me.
Or make me crave getting into his pants.
When he perched me on the edge, I ruched up my skirt until it sat at the tops of my thighs and leaned back against the blotter. My computer hummed beside me, and the iced tea he’d brought along was a sticky threat to the sanctity of my workspace, but I so didn’t give a shit.
Expectation fluttered through me when he dropped to his knees with a smirk and yanked my thighs forward so that he could better situate my feet. One, he propped on his shoulders, the other on the guest chair in front of my desk.
When he smoothed my skirt higher, a guttural groan escaped him. “You were walking around the city with no underwear on?”
“What can I say? I’m a planner.”
He rested his head on my leg, scant inches away from my core. Finn had scorched any body shame out of my being after Jake’s birth, so I had no problem with his proximity to my pussy.
Aside from the fact that he was more bothered about looking at it than touching it…
I tipped my hips upward. “If you don’t want to sleep in the guest bedroom too—”
Yelping when he nipped the softness of my inner thigh, I laughed when he growled. “No guest bed for me.”
“Or me?”
“Never.” His arms clutched at my hips, the claim of ownership sending shivers down my spine. “I can see how wet you are for me, baby. Been thinking about this?”
“Knew you were coming to pick me up,” I agreed, aware I sounded breathless. “We haven’t baptized my office in a while.”
He clucked his tongue. “An oversight on my part.”
His nose nuzzled along the soft expanse of my thigh until I could feel his breath brushing my pussy lips. I jerked in surprise when he blew a stream over my clit.
One of my hands fell into the artlessly tousled waves atop his head, and I groaned as, finally, he made direct contact.
His tongue fluttered over the small nub before that stream of air sent more shivers rushing down my spine. The warmth combined with the chill had the muscles in my legs tensing and relaxing.
When he began to nibble and play with my folds, I let my nails burrow into his scalp. Long, teasing licks toyed with the entirety of my sex, reminding me that Finn had never misunderstood how the clitoris worked. Everything down below was his for exploration, and it always made me feel so seen.
Finn savored me.
Because I was his favorite treat.
My heel dug into his shoulder when he ran the tip around my slit then hissed as he thrust his tongue inside me a few times while his thumb caressed the nub—so tenderly that my toes curled.
“Finn,” I moaned. “Don’t tease. I’ve waited the whole day for this.”
“The whole day, huh?” The words vibrated over my sensitized core.
I stared at him, experiencing a sharp thrill when I saw how my juices coated his lips and mouth, even parts of his jaw.
“Yes. Been dreaming about this since I woke up.”
He pressed an open kiss to my clit. “You dreamed about me going down on you?”
When he wiggled his tongue from side to side, I rasped, “More like you fucking me.”
His brow arched as he suckled.
“Oh, God—”
That earned me a wicked smile. “Not God. Just your husband.”
“Yesss. My husband.”
His lips curved, which felt so good around the bundle of nerves, especially when he tested it with his teeth. Not hard enough to sting, just a careful warning that had me cascading into mush.