Page 65 of Steamy Ever After

“Let’s go say hi to everyone.” He weaves his fingers through mine, and together we make our way down to the restaurant on the fiftieth floor of our building where the party is being held. His hand pumps mine in a gentle squeeze of reassurance as we stroll into the function, the room loud with chatter, drink glasses clinking, and Christmas music playing overhead. I hold tight as he steers us through the crowd, nodding hellos as we pass, coming to a stop beside his father and mother.

“Griffin!” His father claps him on the shoulder, a wide grin splaying across his face at our arrival. “I was just wondering when we’d see you two.” He releases his hold on Fin to pull me into a quick hug, brushing a kiss against my cheek before stepping away. “Chloe my dear, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Mr. Harrison.” Before I can turn my attention to Mrs. Harrison, I’m being chastised.

“Oh stop with the Mr. Harrison!” He waves a hand in the air. “I’ve told you at least a dozen times to call me Jeff.” He throws a quick wink in my direction. “Besides, Mr. Harrison makes me feel old.”

“Oh don’t you mind him.” Christine, Fin’s mother, leans over to kiss my cheek, laughter in her voice. “Except for the part where he said you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” I sweep a return kiss to her cheek before she pulls away. “So do you.” She’s wearing an emerald evening gown the flows gracefully over her curves, her blonde hair swept up in a French twist. I’m still stunned by her beauty every time I see her, surprised that she’s almost sixty, instead of the forty she looks. It was easy to determine where Fin got his looks from after I had met her the first time.

And from our very first interaction, roughly about two months after Fin and I had been dating, both of his parents had been welcoming. Not once was a single concern expressed about my dating Fin while being an employee at the company. We just didn’t discuss business when we were together. We talked about family, Fin’s obsession with football, specifically the Giants, who could grill a better steak, the upcoming holidays, and most recently, about our decision to move in together. Both of his parents were extremely happy for us, Christine making no secret about the fact that she was counting down the days to an engagement, a wedding, and grandbabies.

We share a drink with his parents, then make a round through the room, speaking to colleagues and friends alike for the better part of the evening. Not one person seems to be taken aback about the fact that Fin and I are clearly here as a couple. In fact, most people express true delight in our pairing, none more so than Ross, my boss, who demands we set up a dinner date with him and his wife soon.

“You ready to go?” Fin’s lips vibrate against my ear, his arm tightening around me as he leads me away from the group we were just chatting with. “I’m tired of sharing you.”

Sweeter words had never been spoken as far as I was concerned. “Yes, please.” And I am. So ready. Ready to get him home, get him naked and into our bed. Every brush of his body against mine this evening had only fueled the desire I had already felt before we even left my office earlier. I couldn’t wait for him to lower the zipper on my dress, exposing the lace I wore beneath as an early Christmas present for him.

We say our goodbyes, retrieve our belongings from our offices, and then take the car home. As soon as we close the door to our apartment, Fin fuses his body to mine, slamming my back to the door, his mouth capturing my gasp of surprise in a heated kiss. His hands tangle in my hair as he deepens the kiss, my own hands struggling to strip him of his overcoat, too much material between us.

As suddenly as the moment starts, it stops, Fin tearing his mouth away. He leans his forehead against mine, one palm landing flat on the door beside my head, his breath hot as his eyes lock onto mine. “I’m not going to fuck you up against the door.” His hand drags down the door until it finds mine, grasping it to tug me further into our apartment. “You’re entirely too beautiful tonight to not unwrap slowly.”

“Okay.” I agree, totally onboard with this plan, following where he leads. I almost run into him when he stops short, spinning to face me, a mischievous grin on his face. My brows arch high. “What are you up to?”

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” He bends forward dropping a kiss onto my forehead. “Close your eyes.”

I do as he asks, shuffling my feet back and forth as I stand in place, my hearing on high-alert as I try and gleam clues about what he’s up to. He’s not giving me much to go on, but before I can start to get too impatient, his hands grip my shoulders from behind as he whispers in my ear. “You can open them now.”

I slowly raise my lids, the magical sight before me causing them to pop wide in delight. “Fin!” I twirl to face him, throwing my arms around his neck. “It’s so pretty! When did you even have time to do this?”

“I took a few hours off today.” He presses a kiss to my mouth, speaking against my lips. “I wanted to surprise you.”

I kiss him back. “You have stunned me.” I release my hold so that I can turn back to look at the most perfectly decorated Christmas tree I have ever seen. It has to be at least seven feet tall, and if there aren’t over a thousand twinkly white lights on it, I’d be shocked. Delicate crystal snowflakes and clear glass bulbs are hanging on almost every branch reflecting the lights, the effect mesmerizing as I stare. “It really is the most perfect of perfect trees.” I whisper, completely in awe of what he’s done for me.

“I know it’s been crazy for you at the office, but after you shared with me this past weekend that you’d never had a real tree…” I feel him shrug behind me as his arms loop around my waist. “It was an easy dream to make come true.”

I close my eyes, inhaling when I do, wondering how I didn’t notice the pine smell in the room before now. I blink several times, trying to keep the tears threatening to fall at bay, then shift in Fin’s arms so I can look up at him. “You keep making all my dreams come true. Thank you for being the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You make it easy Chloe.” He brushes a kiss against my lips, then steps back. “But I wonder if I could ask you to make one of mine come true?” Before I can even react, Fin is on one knee, a ring box pulled from his jacket pocket as he gazes up at me. “Marry me?” He opens the box to reveal a beautiful emerald cut ring on a band embedded with a dozen smaller diamonds. “Make me the happiest man on earth. Say you’ll be my wife. Say yes to forever with me.”

“Oh my God! Fin!” My hands fly up to cover my gaping mouth, the tears I was trying so hard to contain a moment ago, flowing down my cheeks. My eyes dart back and forth between the ring and his face, as I shake my head, any other legible words lost as I weep with joy.

“Please tell me those are happy tears.” He chuckles, rising to stand, removing the ring from the box at the same time.

I nod my head emphatically, then follow-up with the words he’s been waiting for. “Yes!” I hop in place, clapping my hands like a child. “Of course I’ll marry you!”

“Let me make it official then.” He’s beaming, his eyes sparkling as he reaches for my hand. I can feel my fingers shaking as he slides the ring on my finger, the fit perfect.

“Oh Griffin.” I raise my hand, the diamond sparkling brightly as it reflects off the tree lights. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”

“It’s nothing compared to you.” And with that, his mouth captures mine. Within moments, the zipper of my dress is down, a growl of appreciation sounding as the heavy satin swishes to the floor revealing the lace underneath. “Sweet mother of all things holy. If I had known you were wearing this, I would have definitely fucked you on your desk earlier.”

“Which is exactly why I didn’t tell you.” I purr, stepping out of the fabric pooled at my feet, twirling in a slow circle so he can get the full effect. “But I’m all yours now.” I look down at the ring, then back up at him. “Forever.”

It takes him less than thirty seconds to strip out of his suit, clothes flying in all directions as he practically shreds them off. I saunter toward him, my red satin heels still strapped to my ankles, dropping to my knees when I reach him. I peek up at him from under my lashes, heat pooling between my legs as I reach for his hard length. Keeping my gaze locked on his, I wrap my lips around his cock and dip my head forward as I suck him deep. His fingers tangle in my hair a second before his head falls back, my name a guttural moan vibrating up from his chest. “Fuck, Chloe.”

My pussy clenches, throbbing with the need to feel him there. I suck him deeper, in love with the sound he makes when his cock hits the back of my throat. I swallow, gagging on the size of him, his grip tightening on my scalp as he rocks into me, gagging me again. I pull back, spit dripping from my lips as I gaze up at him, wanting nothing more than to please him. “You want more, baby?”

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