Page 49 of Strictly Business

When I come down from my high, Finn stares at me with the sweetest smile that sends a different wave of emotion through me. I do my best to suppress it because there’s a big chance this is a one-and-done thing. I mean, there’s no way we’re going to do this again… Right? He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “You look so sexy when you come, y’know that?” He kisses me. It’s soft and sweet and I taste myself on him when he deepens it.

I slip my thumb into the waistband of his boxers, but he stops me. “One sec,” he kisses me and steps off the bed. Reaching for his slacks, he pulls his wallet from the front pocket retrieving a condom.

“You want one of those now?” I laugh.

“Don’t you?” He asks with a raised brow.

“Didn’t seem to bother you last time.”

Finn chuckles but rips the foil with his teeth anyway and shoves his underwear down his legs. I know I’ve seen him before, but I can’t help but stare. “Shortcake,” his voice brings my gaze back to his face. I rise to my knees and meet him at the edge of the bed. I thread my fingers in his sandy-brown hair pulling his lips to mine, but he pulls away. “Are you sure, Michaela?”

A little late for that, I think.

I nod, my words soft. “I want you.”

“Good, because I need you.” Finn lays me back against the bed and pushes inside me. “Fuck,” Finn hisses pressing his forehead against mine. I don’t respond as I adjust to the sweet stretch of him, my nails digging into his shoulders. This feels so much better than last time. “You okay?” I finally open my eyes to meet his sweet brown orbs and melt at the concern in them.

“I’m great.” The final word drags out as he thrusts into me. So great. Subtle pulses before he pulls out and slams back in again. He finds a rhythm that sends me spiraling. I thank God we’re alone because I can’t contain the sounds I make.

He smothers my moans with a deep kiss and wraps my right leg around his waist lifting my hips slightly to dive deeper. This new angle sends currents of electricity to my aching core, and I writhe beneath him. “You take me so good, baby girl.”

My skin feels like it’s on fire. And it’s almost like he knows it as his thrusts become agonizingly slower than before. Like he’s savoring each one. I rock my hips against his trying to find that release, but he refuses to give it to me.

“Please,” I beg.

“You want to come?”

“Please, Finn, yes. Please, let me come.”

Stubble scrapes across my skin as he hums against my neck before he bottoms out inside me. He doesn't give me time to adjust before pulling out and slamming in again. He does it repeatedly; each time, it’s quicker than before, his movements wild and unruly. And it’s there, that coil begging for release tightening more and more. His thrusts grow more staggered before he finds his release. He captures my lips in a brutal kiss, his fingers reach between us to capture my sensitive bundle of nerves. “Let go, baby girl,” he demands, and I do. That blinding white heat rips through me, and he holds me as the final waves of release subside.

Sunshine filters through cream curtains casting a warm glow on my face, but I won’t let the sun win. My alarm hasn’t gone off which means it’s not time to get up, but I know it’s morning from the birds chirping outside my window. My head rests on something much softer than how I remember Finn’s chest feels. Lazily, I reach across the bed searching for him, but my hand meets cold sheets instead of a warm body. Okay, so Finn isn’t a morning cuddler because I’m clutching a pillow instead of him. I peel open my eyes to look around the room, but any sign of him is gone. His clothes have been picked up from the floor and my pajamas have been folded neatly on the dresser. The only real evidence I have of the night before is the ache between my thighs.

You've got to be kidding me.

Of course, he would be gone before I woke up. Why would I expect anything else?

Pulling a Rosecliffe sweater over my head, I trudge to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Maybe it’s good I’m up this early. I was going to stay home. Try and sleep, but maybe I’ll go into the office anyway. I don’t think I want to be home right now, I might go insane.

Chapter Twenty-Four

FINN

I CURSE UNDER MY breath checking my watch. It's been over forty minutes since I left, she is probably up by now. Which means she probably thinks I left like some douchebag. Hopefully, today is one of those days when she plans on being late to the office. Otherwise, I won’t make it back before she leaves.

My God, why is this elevator moving so slowly?

As the doors open to the thirteenth floor, I’m immediately greeted by a resident who feels the same way about the elevator. He doesn’t even bother to look up from his phone or mumble an apology for practically running me over.

“Hold the elevator!” A woman shouts from down the hall, and just to piss off the other guy, I do. I can hear her quicken the pace before she rounds the corner and I’m face-to-face with Michaela.

"Going somewhere?"

"Finn? What are you doing here? I thought–"

"I went to get breakfast,” I say. I lift the tray of coffee and breakfast sandwiches. Stepping out of the elevator, I finally let the door close.

"Breakfast?"