Page 33 of Strictly Business

“Eyes on me, Shortcake.”

Another swipe of his tongue before he pushes one finger inside me, then another. I want to grind against him, to help create more friction that my body so desperately craves, but I know I shouldn’t. I have a feeling if I disobey him, I’ll be on my own tonight. And fuck, this feels way too good to let it end. His lips find my clit, and he grips my thighs. He refuses to let me pull away from him continuing his assault. A moan falls from my lips and it makes him smile. His name falls from my lips at the mounting pressure building through me and my legs tremble against his hold. His tongue replaces his fingers, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to let my hips buck off the table. Warmth spreads through my belly. I prepare to dive headfirst off the cliff he’s brought me to, but he pulls away milliseconds before I can jump.

“You get to come when I say,” he responds to my whine at the loss of contact, “and it won’t be on my fingers.”

Fuck, this man is going to be the death of me.

His pants and underwear fall to the floor in a heaping pile, and I grip the front of his shirt pulling him back to me. My fingers fumble with the buttons to free him of the restricting garment, but he stops me. He gently pushes me back until I’m laid out before him like a Christmas feast.

“Fuck Michaela,” Finn groans. “Seeing you laid out like this…” He shoves my dress up a little more and kisses my abdomen. “…all for me.” My mouth falls open when he rubs his crown against me. He slowly guides his dick inside me. “Fucking hell,” he moans when he sits fully inside me, and he waits a moment allowing me to adjust before he begins to move.

His name is like a prayer as he thrusts in and out of me. I reach the edge of the cliff in no time. His pace is brutal, each pump bringing me closer and closer. One hand reaches up and grasps my breast through my dress.

“Finn,” I gasp.

“You want to come, Shortcake?”

I lift my head to meet his gaze and it sends a wave of heat crashing through me. He fucks into me from the edge of the table and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Go ahead, baby,” he whispers and his command makes my orgasm roll through me. His hold tightens on my hips as I come holding me in place so he can continue to fuck me through it.

I whimper when he pulls all the way out, but he rolls me to my stomach and pushes into me again. The stretch even more delicious than before, and it pulls a moan from deep in my chest. He grips my waist fucking me over the edge of the table and I grasp for something, anything, but my hands find no purchase — nails scrape against the sealed wood. One of his hands reaches around, rubbing my clit, and I feel it, that burning fire deep in my belly. It’s stronger than before and like nothing I’ve experienced before.

“Wait for me, Michaela,” he demands, but I’m not sure I can. “You will wait for me.” His movements slow, and he pulls all the way out before slamming back in. “Fuck, you take me so good.” All the way in. All the way out. “I wish you could see yourself, how sexy you look.” In. Out. “This what you’ve been wanting, Shortcake?” In. Out. He lifts my hips slightly, and I feel him at a new, deeper angle. “There it is,” he gasps. He reaches around again to my clit, this time the assault much faster. The coil tightens even further, and I know I’m not going to last. “Come,” he demands, and I do. He tangles his hand into my hair and thrusts two more times before his movements stall as he comes.

The aftermath of having sex with someone for the first time is always the same… Awkward. Quiet. Weird. You redress yourself running through the events of what just happened and asking yourself how in the hell you let it happen. At least, that’s what I’m doing right now.

I run a hand through my hair, pulling it into a high ponytail, trying to hide the fresh sex style it now dones. Finn adjusts himself before tucking in his shirt, then buttoning and zipping his pants.

The silence is maddening. I can’t take it anymore. “What was that?”

Nothing. Not a fucking peep.

“Look, it’s probably best if we…forget this happened. I mean, it’s not like we’re going to—”

“Nothing happened.”

“You call that nothing?”

“I call that a normal day at the office.” The words make my stomach sink. Is he fucking serious? A normal day at the office. What office does he work at? “Don’t worry about it, Shortcake. It won’t happen again.”

“Good… We agree to never speak of it then.” I am not one of his playthings he can call up when he needs a release.

“Already forgotten.” Finn packs up his stuff and I find myself unable to look away. Knowing that mere moments ago, he was fucking me into this same table, and now we’re fighting about what it meant.

“So, we’ll just go back to the way things were before.”

He slings his bag over his shoulder, “They never left.”

Chapter Sixteen

MICHAELA

I STAND ACROSS BROADWAY debating whether or not to go back inside after last night. I mean, what was that? It feels like a fever dream. The feeling of his touch on my skin is the only thing I’ve been able to think about since I left this very same building not even twelve hours ago. Fuck, I’m so screwed. Am I supposed to act like last night didn’t happen? I can do that…

No, I can’t.

I’m already late. I could say I’m sick, not coming in. But that would look even worse, wouldn’t it? Avoiding him will only make it more awkward than if we face the situation head-on.

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