Page 58 of Strictly Business

"I don't have that answer for you. I wish I did, but I don't. I wish I could tell you that I've been in love with you since we were young, but…I can't." Tugging her hand, I gently close the door once she's back inside. I cradle her face in my hands resting my forehead against hers. "I can’t let you walk out that door feeling like you are anything less than perfect. You are not a game, Michaela. You are so much more than that.”

Soft, gentle pecks against her lips, but soon it's not enough. I need more, and so does she. I can tell by the way she pulls my mouth down on hers. Her laugh breaks the kiss when I lift her off her feet. It's only a brief moment before her lips find mine again and I carry her to my bedroom. Her legs slide down to stand stripping her coat and then her shirt, her bra...allowing us to pick up exactly where we left off.

Michaela falls on the bed as I reach behind my back grabbing a fistful of shirt and pulling it over my head. Her eyes brighten and her fingers reach out to trace my abdomen, "You're beautiful."

"I've been called a lot of things, but never beautiful.” I smirk down at her.

"Take the compliment, Sheffield," she warns, tugging the waistband of my sweats, bringing me closer.

"Yes ma'am." She rolls her eyes when I mock a salute, and I laugh, bending down to kiss her. She opens her mouth in invitation, and I oblige, letting my tongue caress hers. A soft whimper when I pull away to settle on my knees in front of her. I tug the zippers of her boots before they fall to the floor with a thud – each one makes her jump slightly. "A little antsy, are we?" I grin up at her, but she's not the only one. I can't wait to get my hands on her, to feel her writhe underneath me as she comes undone.

"Finn, as much as I love the foreplay," she cups the back of my neck pulling me into a hard kiss. "I'd much rather have you inside me."

Holy. Shit.

Wasting no more time, my mouth fuses to hers. My fingers work the buttons of her jeans, and they're never-ending – okay, who brought back button-flies? But she brings my attention back to her nipping at my bottom lip, soft at first and then a little harder. Fuck, this woman is going to end me. I can't get enough of it. Finishing the buttons, I order her to lift her hips, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her pants and underwear to shimmy them down her legs.

"Drawer," I motion towards the floating nightstand. She obliges quickly crawling to search through the drawer for a condom. I stand shoving my sweatpants down my legs as she holds the foiled wrapper in the air like a metal. I chuckle, taking it from her and ripping the package before rolling it up the length of my straining erection.

I match the smile she offers when I finally settle between her thighs. It's a little nervous and I can't help but feel the same. Something is different this time. Every kiss, every touch, feels different. This isn't a one-and-done thing, it’s the beginning of something new. We can both feel it, and it scares the shit out of me.

"I need you," Michaela says and wraps her hand around me, bringing the head of my cock to her entrance.

I cradle the side of her face and push inside her. She arches into me, taking me deeper. Each thrust deeper than the next, her moans go straight to my cock. The way she moves under me, the noises she makes, the way she takes me oh so good...it's too much, I'm not going to be able to hold back much longer. "Fuck baby," I murmur against her neck.

When I meet her blue-eyed gaze, I feel it, like a tugging deep inside—something I’ve never experienced with anyone else. The shine in her eyes in the moonlight tells me she feels it too. She reaches up to cup my cheek, and I turn into her palm, pressing my lips against her warm skin. Our bodies move together in tandem. I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans of pleasure. Her hands roam my chest, my biceps, and my shoulders as I roll my hips into her, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through me. Fuck, she's so wet, so tight...I'm not going to last.

The gasp when I sling her leg over my shoulder, thrusting harder, tells me everything I need to know. Her eyes roll back into her head as she digs her fingernails into my back. "Finn," she whimpers. I swear I feel harder if that's even possible. "I'm close."

"Good, baby." I kiss the side of her face nibbling on the soft skin beneath her ear. "Come on my dick, Michaela. Go ahead, baby, it's all yours."

Her body spasms beneath me, and her thighs tremble as her muscles clench tightly around my cock. She cries out with each thrust, and I lose all restraint. I bury my face into her neck driving wildly with my hips, and with one last thrust into her, I come.

When I finally come down from my high, I slowly lift myself onto my forearms to alleviate some of my weight from her. A soft smile spreads across her lips as I stroke her face. She leans up to kiss me slowly and it's confident, thorough, all-consuming. I relish it.

And in this moment, I realize just how screwed I am.

“Stop staring at me, you creep,” she murmurs against the pillow as the sunlight shines through the window of my bedroom. One eye pops open, and I smile down at her, pushing a golden lock behind her shoulder.

“Good morning, to you too.” I kiss her bare shoulder, letting my lips linger.

”Careful, you’ll start something you have to finish.”

“Is that a threat?”

She opens her right eye again, but I don’t give her a chance to ask questions flipping her on her back and throwing the black sheets from her body. “Finn,” she gasps when my lips meet her neck. I nibble at the skin and her body vibrates under me. I take my time kissing, licking, and sucking every inch of her, enjoying the sounds she makes. Every gasp, every moan is an encouragement to continue — a louder moan when I bite the sensitive skin of her hip. Another when I trace the pattern of her tattoo with my tongue. “Finn, I have to,” a gasp as I ghost my fingers over her entrance, “go to the office.”

“Says who?” I nudge her legs apart without a fight. “You can do everything you need to do,” I dip my face between her legs, “right here.”

“What’s this?” Michaela asks walking out of the bedroom. My t-shirt hangs just below her ass, and it reminds me of the last time she was in one of my shirts. What was it…eleven, ten years ago? Josh and Nick had come over to the house and of course, Michaela followed. After a little too much sass, she ended up in the pool. In my defense, it was no one’s fault but her own, she wasn’t supposed to be there, and she couldn’t keep her mouth shut about whatever we were fighting over. “You looked like you could use a dip to cool off,” I laughed from the edge of the pool.

“You asshole!” She tried to send a wave towards me. I successfully dodged it, Nick did not.

Needless to say, she didn’t have any clothes and my mother would murder me if she came home to something missing from her closet, so I had to loan her some of mine. My shirt hung low on her body, hugging her hips in all the right places. I leaned against the doorframe watching as she tossed her wet clothes into the washer.

“See something you like, Sheffield?” she asked catching my stare.

“You wish, Shortcake.”