Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
GENEVIEVE
I stare blankly at the spreadsheet open on my computer screen, the budget numbers blurring together into an incoherent mess. I should be preparing for my meeting, double-checking figures, making sure I have all the necessary information.
Instead, all I can think about is Finn.
Correction .
All I can think about is sex with Finn.
Heat floods my skin at the mere thought, a slow burn that pools low in my belly, tightening with need. A need I should be able to ignore. A need I used to ignore.
We agreed to stop looking at the calendar to take the pressure off. Apparently, that means we can’t keep our hands off each other.
Since Finn showed up at my house Saturday evening, we barely left my bed. The only reason we did was to eat and for him to go feed Duke before we ended up tangled in the sheets again.
I shift in my chair and press my thighs together at the reminder. It does nothing to dull the ache. My body is still sore from our weekend of marathon sex. Yet, I want more.
I fear I always will.
That’s not supposed to be the case. I was supposed to be pragmatic about this arrangement, clear-eyed and logical. No emotions. No complications. No straying from the rules.
We didn’t just stray from the rules this weekend. We completely obliterated them.
And instead of insisting we return to our original agreement, I eagerly accepted Finn’s new proposal. Proof that I’m becoming far too addicted to him.
But I am an adult. I can separate my feelings from what happens in bed.
Right?
I glance at the clock on the wall, noting I have to leave for my meeting in fifteen minutes. If I leave now, I could swing by Finn’s place for a quickie. Just enough to take the edge off.
Except I know the truth.
I’d never be satisfied with a quickie. I’d want more.
A sharp knock at my office door startles me. I straighten, forcing my expression into something neutral, expecting one of my staff members.
But it’s not.
Finn’s broad frame fills the doorway, the sight of him stealing the air from my lungs. The navy-blue t-shirt stretches across his chest, hinting at the solid muscle beneath, while his cargo shorts sit low on his hips, drawing my attention exactly where it shouldn’t go. His jaw is rough with scruff, and I can feel the phantom scrape of it against my skin.
“Maybe manifestation really does work,” I murmur, a teasing smirk curving my lips.
“What makes you say that?” The intensity in his eyes is like a magnet, pulling me in, sending a pulse of heat straight between my legs.
I push out of my chair, crossing the small space toward him. “I was just thinking about you, and now here you are.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“Technically, not you .” My voice drops to something softer, something teasing. “More like your cock.”
“Do you only like me for my cock?”
I shrug. “That… And your sperm.”
He loops an arm around my waist and pulls me flush against him. “I should feel used.”
“But you don’t.”
He slowly shakes his head, his gaze floating to my lips. “No, I don’t.”
And then he kisses me.
It’s immediate, urgent, like he’s been craving me just as much as I’ve been craving him. My fingers thread into his hair, tugging lightly as his hands slide lower, gripping my ass, forcing me against his hard length. A desperate sound escapes me, and he takes full advantage, deepening the kiss, capturing my breath, consuming me completely.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he rasps, kicking the door shut behind him.
“What’s that?” I pant as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, his unshaven jawline invigorating on my flesh.
“Bend you over your desk and fuck you.”
A thrill shoots through me.
This is definitely getting out of hand.
And I should stop it.
But instead, I rise onto my toes, lips brushing against his. “Then what are you waiting for?”
With a growl, he slams his mouth back to mine, our tongues tangling in a dance I feel all over my body. Too soon, he abruptly pulls out of the kiss and spins me around, bending me over the surface of my desk, papers and pens going flying.
“Good thing you’re wearing this dress.” He runs a hand up my leg, my muscles tightening as he nears the place I’m desperate to feel him. “I think we should add this to your list of rules.”
“Add what?” I glance over my shoulder as he lowers his zipper, the heat in his stare almost too much.
“That you’re required to wear a dress to work every day.”
“Any reason for that?”
“So I can fuck you anytime I want.” He pushes my panties to the side and brings his erection up to me.
When he thrusts into me, I have to fight back the scream begging to be set free. I’m already on dangerous ground here. The last thing I need is to bring even more attention to what I’m doing by screaming Finn’s name.
“God, you’re incredible,” he grunts, his grip on my hips tightening as he drives in and out of me with an urgency I’ve never experienced. “You take my cock so damn good. I love watching me slide in and out of you. Seeing how wet you get for me. How greedy this pussy is for me.”
“Finn,” I moan, overwhelmed by his motions and words.
He smooths a hand along my backside, pushing the skirt of my dress up to my waist.
“It’s made me think.”
“What’s that?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder once more and meeting his gaze.
“If your pussy is this greedy for me,” he begins, sliding his hand over my flesh, “how would you react if I touched you here?”
He brings a hand to my clit. I’m about to remind him he’s already touched me there countless times when he pulls his finger back and brings it up to the puckered flesh of my ass.
“Red or green?” he asks in a low, raspy voice.
My pulse increases, a million different thoughts filling me. No one’s ever touched me there. But I want this. Want to experience everything I can with him.
“Green,” I pant, my breathing ragged.
“Good girl,” Finn praises as he slowly eases a finger inside, drawing a moan from me.
I try to stay quiet, but it’s impossible with the unique sensations filling me. It’s all too much, yet not enough.
“You should see yourself, Genevieve,” he grunts, his motions increasing with desperation. “My cock fucking your pussy.” He leans over me and bites my earlobe. “My finger fucking your ass.”
I release a whimper, on the verge of shattering into thousands of pieces.
“You like that, don’t you? Like me filling both your holes.”
“God, yes.”
“Before this is over, I’m going to take you here, too.” He pushes his finger in and out of me with more urgency. “Can I do that? Can I fuck your ass?”
I’m so blissed out from sensation that I can barely put together a coherent thought. But the truth is, I want that with Finn. Want him to push me to my limits. Past my limits. Want to give myself over to him in every way possible.
Want him to own me in every way possible.
Except the one way that really matters.
“Yes,” comes my garbled reply.
“What’s that?”
“Yes, Finn. Yes, I want you to fuck my ass.”
“And I will. When you’re ready. For now, I want you to come all over my cock.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. Between the relentless drives of his dick and the tempting circles of his finger, I’m putty in his hands, shockwaves rushing through me as I come undone around him.
“Fuck, Gen,” he grunts as he picks up the pace. “Feeling your pussy and ass clench around me. My god. I’ve never felt this before. Never needed anyone as bad as I need you. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I exhale, my body consumed with tremors from the orgasm still ravaging me.
“Tell me this cunt is mine.”
“My cunt is yours.”
He circles my ass with his finger. “What about here?”
“It’s yours, too. Every inch of me is yours, Finn. You own me.”
“Oh, fuck,” he exhales, his motions growing even more frenzied. Then he curves over me, his teeth clamping on my neck to muffle his cries as he jerks through his release.
Neither one of us moves for several long moments, the only sound in the office that of our ragged breathing.
Finally, he gradually pulls out of me, then helps me straighten. As he does, he presses his mouth against mine, his kiss soft and gentle, at complete odds with the way he just fucked me.
“Are you okay?” He cups my cheeks, forcing my eyes to his. “It wasn’t too much, was it?”
A lazy grin crawls on my lips. “I gave you the green light.” I hoist myself onto my toes, chasing his kiss. But before I can touch my mouth to his, he stops me.
“I just want to make sure you don’t have any regrets.”
“None.” I bite my lower lip. “I like when you take control. When you talk about using me. I probably shouldn’t but?—”
“Who says?”
A shrug is my only response.
“Listen to me, Gen.” He tightens his grip on my face. “There’s nothing wrong with having certain cravings or fantasies. I’m sorry you spent so much time with someone who made you feel there was. You won’t get that with me. You want to give up control for a little while and explore these desires? I’m more than happy to give that to you.” His mouth slowly descends toward me.
I pull him closer, giving serious consideration to the idea of taking the rest of the day off so we can go back to my place and explore even more of my fantasies.
But before I can suggest it, the alarm on my phone goes off, cutting the moment short.
“I need to go,” I say with a groan. “I have a budget meeting at town hall.”
“Don’t let me keep you, then.” Finn steps back, giving me space to adjust my dress.
I reach for a tissue, but he wraps a hand around my wrist, stopping me.
“Don’t.”
I furrow my brow, confused.
“I want you to go to that meeting with my scent all over you. With my come dripping from you, reminding you of where I was.” He leans closer, his breath hot on my skin. “Reminding you that I own this pussy.” He dips a finger under my dress, pushing my panties aside and teasing me. Then he glides it up my backside, toying with me there. “And this ass.”
I moan, gently pulsing against him, desperate to feel him everywhere.
But he quickly releases me, making me long for his touch.
I take a minute to smooth my hair and adjust my dress, doing my best to look like I wasn’t just thoroughly fucked by my best friend.
My best friend .
The words should be all the reminder I need to put some distance between us.
But all they do is send a shiver down my spine because, right now, Finn doesn’t feel like my best friend. He feels like something else entirely. Something dangerous. Something I can’t seem to quit.
Once I’m confident I look somewhat presentable, we step out of my office and into the library, Finn at my side.
I’m probably imagining it, but I swear every set of eyes drifts to us, as if they all somehow know exactly what we were doing behind my closed office door. My face burns at the thought. It’s irrational. My office is tucked away at the end of the administrative hallway, where only staff are allowed. There’s no way anyone could know.
And yet, I feel exposed. As if what we’re doing, what we’ve been doing, is written all over me.
When we finally step outside, I inhale deeply, letting the fresh air clear my head. Space. I need space from Finn. From this. From the way my body still hums in satisfaction while my mind screams at me to get a grip.
But I don’t get my wish.
Before I can open my car door, Finn cages me against it, his body a wall of heat, his presence all-consuming.
“Can I see you tonight? Maybe bring Duke over so I don’t have to worry about leaving early to feed him.”
A voice in the back of my mind tells me I’m losing control of the situation. But Finn is a drug, and I’m already craving my next hit.
Besides, this could be our last month together. I may as well take advantage of it.
At least that’s what I tell myself so I don’t have to justify why I nod instead of tell him no.
“I’d like that.”
I’m rewarded with his enigmatic grin, and he begins to retreat, giving me space to get into my car. But then he grabs my arm, tugging me back against him and capturing my mouth in a kiss.
I freeze.
Not because I don’t want it. But because this is different.
Finn has kissed me plenty of times. But never like this. Never out in the open, in the middle of historic downtown, where anyone can see.
It’s reckless.
It’s dangerous.
It’s everything I swore I wasn’t going to let this become.
And yet, I don’t push him away.
Because for one fleeting moment, I let myself pretend that Finn kissing me outside my place of employment isn’t a risk. That it isn’t a complication.
Instead, I pretend I could give him everything he needs. Everything he deserves.
Even if, in my heart, I know I never can.