Chapter 23
P etra locked her apartment door with a smile on her face.
Things were good. It was almost a ten days post Halloween fuck fest and she felt like life was on the right track.
Her guys were attentive, texting her, calling, meeting up with her through daily means.
She was happy, constantly smiling, giggling or laughing.
Such a change from who she had been before this Halloween. It was freeing, and wonderful.
But things didn’t really change, aside from being with her guys.
She still went to work, still worked at the shelter, still talked to her friends.
Yoga had gotten more fun, regardless of their instructor’s now obvious interest, and her phone calls with Carter sexy and naughty, and her video chats with Emerson, who was out of town, were dirty as hell.
Walking out of her building, she stepped down the front steps, and smiled at the woman that ran the market just past her building. “Good morning, Franny!”
“Hello, Ms. Franklin,” the woman said.
Sunshine filtered through the trees, and she set her bag higher on her arm and slipped her sunglasses on.
It was a beautiful and brisk day, and her thoughts ran to the weather for the coming weekend.
Thoughts of enticing one or two of her guys to a picnic or maybe Reading Terminal Market danced in her head as she walked and she was stopped suddenly. Looking up, she smiled.
“Oh, Officer Douritz! I didn’t see you there! I’m sorry, I was in my own head.”
"It's quite all right, Petra," he said with a grin. "How are things? You all good? Did you enjoy your weekend away?"
She gave him a tight smile. “I...how did you know I was away?”
"I just didn't see the usual signs," he shrugged as though it were nothing. "I almost always see you running in the morning or your lights on in the evening when I'm on patrol. You get to know your beats pretty well. Things stand out when they're different."
“Oh.” She smiled more genuinely. “Yes, it was restful and restoring,” she said. “Was the neighborhood rowdy for the holiday?”
"Halloween is always crazy," he chuckled. "I thought at first that maybe you were hiding from the trick or treaters, but I don't think that's your style."
“Oh no, I love the holiday. It’s honestly my favorite day of the year.” She brightened. “I need to head out. Have a good day, Officer, it’s going to be a beautiful one today!” She waved and started down the street.
"You, too!" he called after her. "Stay safe!"
Safe? She was more than safe with her guys...well, safe from the rest of the world. The walk over to work was easy and without incident, and she stopped at the bakery, grabbing some donuts and bagels, as well as a carafe of coffee for the staff, but frowned when she got in. No one was in.
“Lorne? Mike? Gabe?” she said as she walked through the main gallery toward the back. Where was everyone? “How the hell are the doors open?” she mused as she stepped into the back offices.
"Come into my parlor..." Finn teased her from behind Lorne's desk. "It's just us today. He's gone to view a collection and the porters have the day off.”
She smiled and placed the parcels on the table then ran over to him, jumping into his lap as she hugged him. “Best surprise,” she said as she leaned in and kissed him. “Missed you,” she said softly.
"Missed you, too," he growled, openly inhaling the scent of her hair with a satisfied sigh. "You smell so good. I hope you haven't got any work planned today."
“I have some emails...” she teased. “But no.” They weren’t open to the public today, as they had specific days that they were closed just for internal work.
Without Lorne and the guys there she didn’t have to do a damn thing, aside from Finn.
“What do you have in mind? I mean, don’t you have things to do? ”
"I only have one thing to do today, and that's you.
" He had a wicked grin on his face and she couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm going to fuck you on every available surface I can find, and when you're all nice and hot and sweaty, I'm going to fuck you up against the window and leave the print there as an art installation for everyone to see. "
Shivering in his lap, she squirmed slightly.
“So today’s agenda is orgasms? You want brekky first?
I got donuts and bagels,” she quipped and ran her hands down his chest. Finn was dressed for work in black pin-striped slacks, wing-tipped shoes, black shirt and grey tie, but his sleeves were already rolled up, something she had only seen on their weekends.
"I find it's always a good idea to start the day with a healthy shot of protein," he teased, boosting her up onto Lorne's desk.
She arched a brow at him and leaned back.
Gods, the look in his eye was savage and naughty and she was going to ruin Lorne’s desk blotter just looking at him.
She was counting her lucky stars she decided to wear thigh-highs instead of hose then, because she knew how interested Finn was in lingerie.
..though this wasn’t latex, he would have to make do.
She was also thanking her stars she didn’t wear a pencil skirt today, opting for a knee-length black Peter Pan collared cotton dress with a more flirty skirt.
Her shoes were black five-inch bootie style with large organza bows lacing them up.
She had felt adorable and secretly sexy because of the thigh highs, and now, her naughty Finn was going to reap the benefits.
"What have we here?" he murmured, flipping her skirt up over her thighs.
"It's almost like you came prepared." He traced a finger down the inside of her thigh where the seam of her thigh-highs met her soft flesh, tickling with his light touch, and she laughed.
"And lace...my, my. I do fucking love lace. "
He loosened his tie and then paused, thinking better of it, before taking it off altogether and asking for her hands.
He bound her wrists together, the silk pressing into her skin, and then gave her a dark look.
"Those will stay over your head, or there'll be a spanking that will leave you sore for a week. Am I understood?"
She nodded. “Yes, Sir,” her breathy answer belying how turned on she was. She wanted to be his good girl so much, though a vicious spanking from her sexy Devil was not really a deterrent. “I woke up wanting to feel sexy. That’s why the thigh-highs...”
"You're always sexy," he replied bluntly, fingers roaming across the small expanse of black lace that was the only thing separating him from the slick wetness of her need. "I think I might keep these. They're pretty."
“Bra is pretty, too,” she said, her breath hitching. “I love the feel of lace...almost as much as latex.” She winked at him. “Though lace is more forgiving and feels naughty on the skin.”
"I'm gonna dress you in everything," he promised her.
"And then I'm going to have the best time peeling you out of it.
But for now..." He curled his fingers under the lace and dragged it down her thighs, rolling his chair back to get them all the way off, before tucking them in his pocket for later. "For now, I just want my breakfast."
“What...oh!” she gasped as he pulled her forward, gripping her hips, dragging her to the edge of the desk, causing her to lie back. She threw her arms over her head like he asked and arched. Fuck... Finn and that wicked mouth...
He took his time, exploring her with the finesse of a classical musician, teasing notes from her throat that she didn't know she was capable of.
The languid strokes of his tongue were at once both tender and merciless, allowing her no escape from the pleasure, either over the precipice or back from it.
The man was a fucking maestro with that tongue. And he was in it for the long haul.
“Please... Please, Finn...” she whined. “It’s so fucking good...” She gasped again and arched, needing more from him. Gods, he was a goddamn magician, his mouth weaving a spell she loved. If she had her way he would live between her thighs. Man both kissed and fucked like the devil. Her Devil.
He ignored her, taking his sweet time, before finally adding fingers to the mix, sliding two of them deep inside her while his mouth focused on her clit.
“Finn!” she screamed as the orgasm tore through her, making her shake and shiver. “Fuck yes, yes, yes!” Her body clamped down hard on his fingers, pulsing and throbbing. It was good but she needed more of him. “So...fucking good...” she panted.
"That," he said, leaning back and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, "was just the first of many. How do you feel about breakfast now?"
She giggled and moaned. “I love when you have breakfast,” she said and wiggled slightly. “Your mouth is a lethal weapon, Finn...”
"I'd better not have fucking killed you with it," he said. "Who else am I going to eat donuts with?"
“Leo?” She giggled and sat up, offering him her arms and the tie. “And bagels...don’t forget bagels.”
"Do you see Leo here right now?" he demanded. "It's just us. All day."
And she was grateful for that. She hopped off the desk and then laughed.
“We are going to have to buy Lorne a new blotter,” she said, and then looked at him.
“You did that...well, I did that but it was your fault.” She grinned and tottered over to the boxes and grabbed the donuts, bringing them back to her lover.
“What’s your favorite? Glazed, chocolate? Boston crème? Jelly? Cruller?”
"You bought all of those and bagels?" He blinked up at her. "I know Lorne doesn't pay you enough to be feeding the whole crew like this."
She shrugged. “Dozen donuts and a dozen bagels. I do it on occasion, when I’m feeling saucy,” she offered. “I did think everyone would be here...and honestly if they were there would be like three left total. There’s also a carafe of coffee because Lorne’s idea of coffee is sludge.”