Page 32 of Strictly Business

Did we just… I take two large steps back. “What was that?” But from the look on his face, he seems just as shocked. “Finn…”

“Michaela, I advise you give me a minute.”

“Why? Oh!” I smirk seeing the tightening of his dress pants. Even through his pants, I can tell he’s big. I thought he might be, but damn— I mean, no, I never thought about it. He’s my brother’s best friend. I have never thought about him like that. “You get that hard from a little kiss? Damn Sheffield, how long’s it been?”

“Truthfully, a while.”

“So, you decided to kiss me?”

“Me kiss you?” He scoffs. “You’re sadly mistaken, Shortcake. You’re the one who kissed me.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself.”

“You did, you kissed me.” Finn steps closer, “And you liked it… I heard your little whimper when I pulled away.”

I can’t lie. It was a good kiss.

No. No, it was not a good kiss. I don’t think about him like that. I can’t think about him like that. This is Finn. Finnley Sheffield. I don’t find him attractive… Damn, he does look good right now. No, stop it Michaela. But, with the top buttons of his dress shirt undone, sleeves rolled up, and his hair slightly tousled from running his hands through it in frustration he looks really good. Okay, so maybe the idea of him fucking me on the table isn’t so bad, but it’s only because I’ve been a little extra lonely since David left. Something about that kiss felt…right. That’s crazy, though. It doesn’t make sense.

“Admit it, Shortcake. You liked it.” I jump slightly when his fingers graze the skin of my shoulder, pushing my hair back. His eyes bore into mine before he bends down pressing a kiss to my collarbone. I gasp as his tongue trails up my neck to my ear, he whispers, “Say it.”

“No,” I whimper.

He scoops me off my feet, and I desperately clutch to him in surprise. My dress slides to the top of my thighs when he sets me on the table. His eyes glance down at the newly exposed skin, and he lets out a harsh breath.

“Such a cliché.”

“You’ve wanted it since the day I walked in.”

“You wish,” it’s breathless, but it makes him smile.

His tongue pokes out to wet his lips, and he glances down at mine. He grunts when I press myself against him a little further, his fingers digging into the skin of my thigh just below my Pisces constellation tattoo. We’ve never been this close before. There’s an electric current flowing through my veins, it radiates from every place he touches my skin. Meeting his stare, it’s the first time I notice his brown eyes are ringed with the prettiest gold. He presses his mouth against mine and his teeth catch my bottom lip in a soft bite. A shiver runs down my spine. When he begins to move his mouth against mine, plying it open, I lose all thought. His tongue dances against mine – stroking in a desperate embrace.

Holy. Fuck.

This is happening — I’m kissing Finn Sheffield. This cannot be a good idea. I should stop this. He’s Josh’s best friend, for fucksake; I am not supposed to be doing this. But, when Finn starts to pull back, I pull his mouth back to mine.

God, I am so screwed.

Finn pushes the burgundy dress further up my legs before his fingers brush lightly over the damp fabric of my panties. He twists his hand in my hair and tugs. He chuckles when the same whine from earlier sounds at the separation. “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Fuck off.”

“Patience, Shortcake.” Finn presses a chaste kiss to my lips before pulling me to the edge of the table. He doesn’t break our stare when he hooks a finger and tugs the only thing barring him wholly from me. Sliding it off my legs, he stuffs my thong in the back pocket of his dress pants, I guess we’re keeping souvenirs. What’s mine? His fingers trail my legs, and my breath catches when his left hand pauses at my center. I’m too focused on his fingers taunting me, the anticipation it brings… His right hand gingerly pushes hair behind my ear and tilts my chin to meet his stare. There’s a warmth in it that was missing moments ago. It reminds me of that night years ago when he found me getting ready for a date with Heath Sampson. There was something in his eyes that made me feel…whole. He grips my chin and pulls my mouth to his.

Finn’s tenderness surprises me. The kiss is slow and languid — he plies my mouth open, and I tangle my fingers into his hair to pull him even closer. This kiss is different and it makes me wonder why I never tried this before. His lips leave a burning trail down my neck to my chest.

“Shit,” I gasp when his thumb brushes over my center, a small taste of what’s to come.

He smirks against the skin between my breasts, nipping at the soft skin before lowering himself to the ground and lifting my legs over his shoulders. He drags me even closer to the edge of the table. I feel like I might fall, but his grip is deadly. “Be a good girl, and don’t move.” His eyes bore into mine. “Can you do that?” My reply gets caught in my throat. “Answer me, Michaela.”

I nod.

“Use your words.”

“Y-yes.”

I gasp when his tongue swipes up my center. My body involuntarily moves to fall back onto the table, but he has other plans.

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