Chapter 17
Bottom Line
Sara
This week has been moving so fucking slow. It’s Thursday morning so at least I have something more exciting to look forward to tonight than going home alone, eating alone, and going to bed alone.
Peabody is good company, but he’s not very talkative.
At least I haven’t seen the smoking guy hanging around outside. Maybe I was just imagining it last week. Overactive imagination caused by Tom’s cryptic messages.
I look over the column of numbers I’ve been struggling to make sense of for the last twenty minutes, but whatever is wrong is still eluding me. I glance at the time on my computer.
Dante and Wyatt left for a meeting. So I can’t ask Dante. I could ask one of the other associates. It’s not like they’re off-limits, but they don’t treat me like one of them. I’ve tried striking up conversation in the breakroom, but they act like I’m one of their bosses and not another worker bee.
And every time I see Greg, he looks about ten minutes from asking me out and I don’t want to deal with that.
I unplug my laptop, walk over to Finn’s office, and knock on the door. It’s been a long week because I’ve been avoiding the others since that incident with Wyatt. It left me feeling raw and vulnerable.
He was so close that it felt like he was finally going to act on this attraction between us. What would’ve happened if Finn hadn’t shown up?
I draw in a breath. It doesn’t matter because tonight, I’m going out with Drew and hopefully taking him home to my lonely house, or maybe to his place. Butterflies swell within me, beating a nervous pace with their wings.
“Come in, flower.” Finn’s muffled voice comes through the door.
I turn the knob and step into his office. That sinful cologne of his is heavy in here and makes everything inside me soften. I clear my throat.
“I’m having an issue with a spreadsheet. Could you help me figure out what I’m doing wrong?” I feel like a little girl asking him to help me with my homework.
Finn waves me inside. “Close the door.”
He returns his gaze to whatever he was looking over before I came in. His office is as big as Tom’s, but he has a small seating area with a couple of comfy-looking chairs and a table. I sit in one of the chairs and set my laptop on the table.
Finn’s office is decorated in rich colors, from the mahogany of his desk to the deep green of his walls. He finds pleasure in pretty things, which makes sense. A beautiful woman on his arm. The best suit, fitted perfectly to his body.
When he finishes whatever he’s working on, he stands and stretches. I swallow, remembering his lean, toned body pressed against mine as he savored my lips. I cross my legs against the ache building within.
His long legs eat up the length of his office as he approaches me. When he settles into the chair, his green eyes focus on me. My breath catches and a throb of desire flows through me.
“What can I help you with, flower?” He wets his lips. Fuck, he’s potent.
“Don’t you think you should find something besides flower to call me?” I pull my laptop toward me to have something to do with my hands. I’m not usually nervous around Finn, but right now, even my hands are shaking. “I was eight when you started calling me that.”
He smirks. “Trust me, it’s evolved since the cartoon skunk you loved.”
I arch an eyebrow. I had a thing for Bambi, namely the skunk. Finn found it amusing and has called me flower ever since. Which when I was little was another way of calling me stinker. “How so?”
His eyes sparkle. “I’ll tell you, but it’ll cost you.”
“What will it cost me?” My pulse skips and everything inside me tingles in anticipation.
He stands and walks to the door, flicking the lock. When he holds his hand down to me, I take it, curious as to what he has in mind. He lifts me out of the chair. For a heartbeat, I’m pressed against his chest. His hard body close to mine.
When he sits down, I’m confused for a half moment before he pulls me down to straddle his lap, arranging the skirt of my dress around him. My face is hot, but he locked the door, meaning no one will interrupt us.
“Is this really business appropriate?” I tip my head to the side as I settle my hands on his shoulders and sit in his lap.
His smirk lights me up inside. “Since when do you care what’s appropriate, flower?”
I shrug. “How has flower evolved?”
“This isn’t the cost. I was just getting us comfortable.” His fingers skim up and down my thighs over my skirt.
My breath hitches as his fingers trail closer and closer to my pussy.
“I’m going to ask you a question and I want an answer. A truthful answer.” Finn smiles softly.
“Okay.” I squirm, wondering what question he wants to ask.
His hand slides around the back of my neck and I’m grateful I put my hair up in a bun today, because his fingers touch my bare skin and light me on fire inside.
“First, I want a taste.” He leans in and our lips collide. It’s just as heavenly as the first time he kissed me. His other hand wraps around my hip and draws me forward until his hardening cock is pressed against me intimately.
I moan into his mouth and he deepens the kiss. Fuck, Finn is a great kisser. His lips, his tongue. The way he sucks on my lower lip. It’s perfection and all I want to do is ride his cock right here. Right now.
“Fuck, flower,” he whispers against my lips before his hand slips beneath my skirt. He takes control of the kiss again, and his hand slides up to my panties. That fire rages hotter as his fingers slip beneath my panties and lightly caress my pussy.
I gasp into his mouth and my hands tighten on his shoulders.
“So fucking wet for me,” he murmurs against my lips.
My fingers thread into his hair and I take control of the kiss, exploring his mouth as he groans and thrusts his finger inside me. Fuck. He pumps his finger in and out as his thumb presses on my clit. I rock my hips with his fingers, falling into his rhythm.
He takes over the kiss, pushing me higher and higher. Until I can’t go any higher. Suddenly I’m falling. I shatter around his finger, moaning long and deep into his mouth. He draws away and I open my eyes to his darkened green ones.
“Tell me, flower.” Finn thrusts his finger in deep and an aftershock rolls through me. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against his. “Yes, Finn, I want you.”
He removes his finger and rights my panties, then brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it. My pussy pulses in need. He makes this pleasure-filled noise as he cleans the taste of me off his finger. It’s so hot it almost makes me come again.
His green eyes hold me captive as he draws his finger out and leans in to kiss me. I taste myself on his tongue as he strokes it against mine. Fuck. My fingers twitch in his hair. I could undo his pants, slide my panties to the side, and feel him inside me, filling me.
Finn pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. His breathing is deep, but his eyes are focused on me. “I’m not the only one you want though.”
“No.” I bite my lip and shake my head. “You aren’t.”
“That night in the suite at Veiled Vixen...” His finger slides against my lower lip. I part my lips, take his finger into my mouth, and suck on it while meeting his eyes. “Fuck, flower.”
He pulls his finger out of my mouth and kisses me, grinding his cock up into my pussy. My hands slide down his chest. His muscles twitch beneath my fingertips. When I reach his buckle, I work on releasing his belt.
He pulls away and holds his hands over mine. My eyes open to his and the muscle ticking in his jaw. “You wanted all of us that night in the club. Am I right?”
I nod as my fingers rub the leather of his belt, waiting for him to release my hands so I can free his erection that presses against my pussy.
He lifts my hands and returns them to his shoulders. “I’m not going to fuck you in my office, flower. Not the first time.”
My cheeks flush with heat.
His eyes narrow slightly before they clear. “As you grew, you continued to blossom. Flower changed from the funny name of a skunk to a term of endearment for the beautiful woman you’ve become.”
My heart melts a little.
His gaze drops to my lips and he shakes his head. “I can’t kiss you again.”
It’s more to himself than to me. So, I lean in and take his lips, kissing him until he opens and takes over. A knock sounds on the door.
“Fuck,” Finn whispers. He lifts me to my feet, but I’m unsteady on my heels after what we just did. He catches my hips and supports me.
“Sit in your chair like a good girl.” His green eyes demand my submission.
I reach up and wipe my lipstick from the corner of his mouth. Then I run my hands through his hair to straighten it. When I finish, I step back and sink onto the chair, grabbing my laptop and trying to look like I’m concentrating.
He shakes his hands out before opening the door.
“Hey.” Dante’s voice fills the room. “I was just wondering if you—”
I feel it when his eyes land on me. Fuck, I hope I don’t look a wreck. I close my laptop and lift my gaze to Dante’s ice-blue eyes.
“Sara, I need you to work on a file right away.” Dante jerks his head in the direction of the office. “Come on.”
I stand and straighten my skirt.
“If you still need me later, flower, you know where to find me.” Finn’s green eyes capture mine.
As I pass him, I brush the backs of my fingers against his, enjoying the sparks. I don’t know why he wouldn’t let me touch him, but I do know he wants me. And now he knows my fantasy. Drew implied he did too at the club.
I don’t think I could ever admit it to either Dante or Wyatt, but somehow knowing that Drew and Finn know makes this all so much sweeter.
The rest of the day was a blur of numbers. I buckled down and got the work done. When I returned home, I let Peabody out and gave him his food. Honestly, having an orgasm at work made the rest of the day tolerable.