Taking Flight

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by Windsor, Michelle


  “Hey yourself.” My lips curve into a smile as I let my eyes trail up his finely covered frame. He’s wearing a tailored black suit, and a crisp white shirt accented with a red silk tie. I stare at the tie a moment, then swing my gaze up to his. “You wore the tie.”

  “You said it matched your dress.” He shrugs, walking further into my office, shutting the door, crossing his arms as he leans back against it casually.

  “You said you didn’t want to be too matchy-matchy.” I counter, rising to come around to the front of the desk, smoothing a hand down the strapless, red satin gown I’m wearing.

  “I changed my mind.” He pushes off the door, his arms uncrossing as he closes the distance between us, wrapping them around my waist when he reaches me. “It’s Christmas. Half the staff are wearing red ties. Besides, a little matchy-matchy is okay.” He tilts his head, pressing his lips against mine in a tender kiss. “And no one is going to be looking at me when they see you in this dress anyway.”

  “You like the dress?” I murmur, my lips against his as I steal another moment of pleasure from him.

  “So much so, that if we stay here another second, I’m going to be taking it off of you.” He rocks his hips into mine demonstrating further proof of his approval, then releases me as he takes a step back. “And as much as I’d like that, my father won’t be pleased if I don’t at least make an appearance downstairs.”

  I know he’s right, even though the idea of him taking me on my desk right now sounds perfect. Good thing he didn’t run his fingers up my dress. If he had discovered the lace garter I was wearing to hold up my stockings, any thoughts of his father surely would have gone to the way side. I sigh, nodding. “You’re right, of course.”

  He chuckles, moving to cup my cheek before sealing his mouth over mine in another delicious kiss. “Don’t worry, we’ll pick this back up later on.”

  “We better.” I groan, already damp in places I shouldn’t be just from his kisses. I don’t think I will ever tire of this man. He’s made me so unbelievably happy and content over the last few months. Every single promise he made to me, he kept.

  Accepting the job at his company had truly been the best thing to ever happen to me, after meeting him of course. As he stated, our paths rarely cross unless we wanted them to. Fin was more often than not, out of the building for meetings, away on business, or buried up to his eye balls at his desk with his own work. It wasn’t until recently that we’d even gone public with our relationship at the office. It was extremely important to me that people knew I earned this position on my own merit, and not because I was sleeping with one of the owners. So, we waited until my work and its results spoke for itself, silencing any concerns or gossip in the office that may have been sparked otherwise.

  This evening was the first time we would actually be appearing at a company function together as a couple, so naturally I was a little nervous. Hence, why staying here to have sex on my desk was slightly more appealing at the moment.

  “Hey.” He angles my head back until my eyes find his, his adoring gaze an indescribable comfort. “You’ve got nothing to be nervous about.”

  I force a smile. “I know.”

  “Do you know why though?” He persists, his thumb stroking down my cheek gently as he holds my face.

  “Why?” I ask, the question almost a whisper.

  “Because I’m not going to leave your side all night.” He presses another kiss against my curved lips. “And I love you.”

  “I love you too.” I turn my head, brushing my lips across his palm before he lowers it.

  “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?”

  “God, yes.” He fists my hair to pull me to my feet. “But I want to fuck your perfect little pussy more.” His mouth slams against mine, his hands releasing my hair to slide down my back to grab my ass, lifting me. My legs lock around his waist, my pussy weeping around the thin strip of my thong as I grind against his cock. Instead of carrying me to the bed like I expect, I feel him lowering me to the white fur rug in front of the tree.

  His mouth wrenches off of mine long enough to find a breast, his lips claiming one nipple through the lace of my bra. His tongue flicks the tip, his lips sealing around the nipple, sucking it into a hard peak. My back arches off the floor, my nails digging into his neck as I cry out my approval. He switches to my other breast and begins to give it equal attention, his hand snaking down between our bodies at the same time until it’s between my legs. I feel two fingers slide under the thin strip of satin, soaked and jammed between the lips of my pussy, hissing when he pulls the material free.

  He murmurs around my nipple. “You’re so wet.” His fingers stroke the seam of my core, then push inside, a low moan my only response when he begins to pump them in and out of me in slow thrusts. The combination of his mouth on my breasts and his fingers in my pussy have me barreling toward an orgasm within seconds. I’m on the brink, looking over the edge, my hips arching off the floor to grind against his hand when Fin is suddenly gone.

  The loss of his touch sends a gasp echoing through the room. “Don’t stop!” I reach for him as he sits back on his knees, my voice almost shrill with need.

  He chuckles, his fingers grasping onto the lace edges of my thong where it sits on my hips. “I’m just getting started, baby.” Then he yanks, ripping the delicate material off my body, the silk lace floating in the air when he tosses it aside. He doesn’t waste any time lining his cock up to my opening, plunging into me in one hard stroke, his hips slamming against mine. We both groan our relief at finally joining, then again when he slides almost out of me, surging forward to bury himself deep inside me again. He continues this rhythm, our mouths fused together as our tongues thrash in time to his thrusts, only a few minutes passing when I feel my orgasm start to crest again.

  “I’m going to come, Fin.” I pant between his strokes, my core tightening like a spiral, my nails digging into his back.

  “Come, baby.” He huffs into my ear, his breath a wet heat. “Come with me.” His hips piston into me one final time, both of us crying out as I feel him explode inside of me, my own body shattering into a thousand tiny pieces around him.

  An hour later, we’re still curled up under the Christmas tree, a blanket Fin stole off our bed covering us both. I stare at the lights twinkling above us, and then down to the one twinkling on my hand and smile. I know this is the beginning of our happily ever after and feel my heart swell with joy as I snuggle deeper into Fin’s arms. “I love you. Thank you for giving me forever.”

  And they lived happily ever after….

  Afterword

  Thank you for reading Taking Flight. I released this short story to give readers something to tide-them-over during the in-between to my next full-length release. If you enjoyed Taking Flight and want to read something else by me, check out my book Tempting Secrets.

  It’s a sexy, contemporary romance featuring Trey Riley, a recent med-school graduate, moonlighting as an escort to help pay off his school loans. It seems like a really good idea, until he falls for one of his clients, Charlotte Harvey. It’s super steamy and has a happily-ever-after. It’s only 99 cents and can be purchased on any platform here: books2read.com/u/49WPLY.

  I also have a very sexy contemporary romance available righ
t now for FREE. It’s called The Winning Bid and features billionaire Drew Sapphire. He’s hired submissive Scarlett for a weekend to fulfill his every need. When the weekend ends, he wants more, but she’s got a secret that forces her to walk away. Sound like something you’d like? You can download it for FREE here: books2read.com/u/mey2KZ.

  Thank you once again. If you’d like to stay in touch with me and all things book related, please join my reader’s group, Michelle Windsor’s Box of Jewels: https://www.facebook.com/groups/michellewindsorsjewels/

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  About the Author

  Michelle Windsor is a writer who lives north of Boston, Massachusetts, with her adoring husband and two teenage boys. She writes steamy contemporary romance, and was recently awarded the 2019 Best Contemporary Romance Writer by Passionate Plume Ink. When Michelle isn’t working on another book, you can find her spending time with her family, her German shepherd, Roman, or enjoying cocktails with her favorite girlfriends.

  You can find out more about Michelle, as well as links to all her books, on her webpage: www.authormichellewindsor.com

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