Page 146 of Go Find Less
“That sounds like Francesca.”
“It does,” I agree, nodding. “But more than your insinuation, you’ve hurt your son, and I’m not sure that this,” I gesture between us, “and your apology to me will be enough to start us down a different path.” He seems unsure of what to say, so I continue. “I know that you lost the woman you love.”
Like his son earlier, Chris freezes, just for a moment, before his eyes lock with mine. “I did.”
“I lost the man I love. And I think you know more than anyone else in this room what that does to a person.” Slowly, he nods. “But there are lots of different paths, trying to find your way through that darkness, and your path left some casualties behind.” He swallows, his gaze darting toward Fitz and Mateo. Fitz, I notice, has unbuttoned his sleeves, and he rolls them up his arms while I watch every second, Shit, it’s like watching him get naked.
“I’m fully aware I’m not father of the year material.” I snort, shaking my head.
“That’s not a conversation I’m willing to have here.” I nod my head down, toward the dance floor. “And I don’t think that’s a conversation you need to have with me. You need to have it with him.” I tilt my chin toward Fitz and Mateo, trying to ignore the way his arms are flexing as they cross over his chest. “You made that man think he isn’t allowed to have feelings, and that’s not something I take lightly. You let your feelings, your grief, drown everyone else around you until they bend to your will.” As the song comes to a close, I pull my hands loose from him, giving a small bow.
And then I leave Chris Westfall standing on the dance floor by himself, at a loss for words.
Webarelymakeitin the house before Fitz has me literally pinned to the wall in his entry way, his mouth moving over my jaw, my neck, the swell of my chest, his fingers dipping below the hem of my shirt.
“You rip this and I will hurt you,” I breathe, my voice husky, but he doesn’t even seem to notice, just pushes his thigh harder between my legs, to the point where I’m writhing against him, trying to get any sort of friction through the layers of fabric. From down the hall, we hear a whine, and he comes up for air, cursing. Roscoe.
“He needs to go outside.” Fitz’s voice sounds bored, uninterested in his dog, but I laugh, shoving his shoulder.
“Go let him out before he pees somewhere.” I turn, making my way toward the bedroom, glancing back over my shoulder. “I’ll be waiting.” He’s already moving lightning fast, kicking off his shoes and hopping down the hall on one foot as he peels off one sock, then the other. My laugh echoes around the hall, and I find myself planted at the foot of the bed, a halo of silk and tulle spread around me like a picnic blanket. By the time Fitz makes it into the room, I’ve checked the twenty texts that came in while we were at the ball, the last of which were from Frannie and Seer asking what had happened on the dance floor with Chris.
PIPER DELMONICO
Starting out strong at WHG by telling the head W in charge that he hurt the man I love.
Instead of responding with the chastisement I’d been expecting from Frannie, my new boss, I getLove???followed by a heart eyes emoji.
“What’s so funny?” Fitz asks, closing the bedroom door and digging his keys, wallet and phone out of his pockets. He throws them on the entry table, and I toss my phone on the nightstand, turning so he knows he has my full attention.
“Your sister is very cross with me,” I joke, but Fitz looks genuinely concerned, so I add “Kidding. She just wanted to make sure I was okay.” He nods, smoothing a hand down the side of his hair. His eyes trail from my head, down to my chest, and then to the pool of fabric around me.
“You really do look incredible.” His voice is quiet, just audible enough that I know it’s not my mind playing tricks.
“So do you,” I reply, smiling. I reach both hands out, primping my skirt like a princess. “Now come get me out of this thing like I know you’ve wanted to all night.”
Fitz’s face spreads into a sly grin, and he crosses the room, standing in front of me. My fingers find his belt, then the buckle, and I move to undo it, but he pulls my fingers away. “I have a better idea.” I meet his gaze, watching as he drops to his knees in front of me.
He pulls one of my feet into his lap, unbuckling the little snap on one side of my shoe, sliding it off my foot with a measured, graceful movement. He does the same thing with the other, taking his time, before setting them together at the foot of the bed. His hands move up my calves, to the inside of my knees.
Suddenly, there’s a mess of flying fabric as he disappears under my skirt, and I hear him breathing, feel him against my thighs, warm and wet. I know the second he’s reached my underwear, because he stills against my legs, and then slowly slides out from under my dress. His hair is a mess, but it’s rivaled in color now by the flame in his cheeks, the heat in his gaze intense.
“Have you been wearing those all night?” he asks, and I nod, smiling.
“Thought it would be a nice surprise for-"
But I don’t get to finish, because at the same time his hands hitch behind my knees, he’s submerging himself back under my skirts, pulling my legs until I feel his hot breath where my blue velvet crotchless panties part to give easy access.
To his credit, Fitz takes full advantage of the easy access, and when I feel his tongue slide across my clit, I let out a breathy moan, falling back against the duvet. His fingers grip my thighs so hard it feels like they might bruise, and all my sounds do is cheer him on, pulling me firmly against his face as he works me over.
When he emerges again, I’m half-dazed, edging on an orgasm, and his face is red, lips swollen and glistening. The rustle of the fabric of my skirt is the only sound as he prowls on top of me, eyes burning, planting a hand on either side of my head as he kisses me, hard, fierce and rough. I taste myself on his mouth, and the satisfaction of knowing Fitz Westfall burns for me, loves me, only makes me kiss him harder, letting his tongue tangle with mine until we’re both sloppy, grinding against each other.
Again, I reach for his belt, but he doesn’t stop me this time - just keeps my gaze as I unbuckle, unbutton, unzip him, hitching a finger under one side of his underwear and pulling it all down at once. He’s already hard, springing free and leaving a warm trail on my thigh.
I put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him to lay back on his bed, following him to leave kisses across his chin, his neck, unbuttoning his shirt with my free hand and then letting my fingers trail down. When I take him in my hands, he lets out a little gasp, his head falling back on the bed.
“Fuck.” It comes out as a little moan, and it’s all the assurance I need before I sit up, hoisting my skirts until I’m able to straddle his lap, the fabric pooling around both of us. He looks up at me with a surprised grin, grinding his hips up so he’s rubbing against my clit, and I rock against him, leaning forward to give him a deep kiss.
Still holding me to his chest, Fitz sits up until his back is against the headboard, still grinding into me with a delicious friction that’s edging me closer and closer to the orgasm I almost had moments ago. He leans over, I’m sure to grab a condom from his night stand.