by Isla Drake
Luke smiles. His voice is still calm and unaffected. “So it is,” he says. “Miss Travis.” He nods once and strolls leisurely out of the kitchen. Finn glares at Luke’s back as he goes.
I turn to Finn and hiss, “What the hell was that?”
Finn’s face is still a mask of anger. “You let him lure you back here? What the hell were you thinking?”
“He’s a guest, Finn.” My own voice is growing harder, matching the anger I hear in his. “I was thinking that I’m an adult and I can handle myself. Oh, and also? There are a dozen people within earshot. Not to mention people coming and going every ten seconds. What did you think I was going to do? Let him take me right here in the kitchen? What’s wrong with you?”
Finn seems shocked into silence for a moment. Maybe I went too far with what I said, but I’m not taking it back. His blue eyes flash with anger as he glares at me. The sound of metal clanging on the tile floor draws both our attention. A startled server stands behind Finn holding a stack of plates, a fork on the floor by her feet.
“Sorry,” she squeaks.
Finn gives her what I assume is meant to be a smile, but I don’t think it has the effect he wanted. The server scurries past us to set the plates on the counter then walks quickly from the kitchen. Finn glances around as though realizing that our location isn’t private. He shocks me by grabbing my arm and pulling me along with him. His grip doesn’t hurt, but I can’t pull away without causing a scene in front of the staff which he knows I won’t do. Luckily, we don’t pass anyone on our way down the hall to Finn’s office. Once inside, I yank my arm from his grip and spin around to glare at him as the door closes behind him.
“What the hell was that about?” I know my voice borders on yelling, but I don’t care. I’m beyond fed up with his shitty attitude.
“You were making a fool of yourself,” he says, not meeting my gaze.
My eyes narrow to slits. “Really? You think so? Because Luke seemed pretty interested. I don’t think he thought I was a fool.”
I see a muscle tick in his jaw. I know it means he’s angry. I’ve seen it before, but it’s never been directed at me. Right now, I don’t care. It’s not his anger I’m concerned with.
“Luke huh?” His tone is disgusted. “If that’s the kind of guy you want, go for it.”
“Thanks,” I bite off. “But I don’t need your permission. In case you missed it, I’m a grown woman and you’re not my keeper. You’re so used to being the big bad King brother that you think you can rule over everyone. But you’re not my big brother. I’ll date whoever the hell I want.”
I watch his shoulders relax slightly, but the fire is still in his eyes when he looks at me. “Believe me, Hannah. I’m well aware.”
My confusion must show on my face. What does that mean? Before I can ask, Finn speaks again, his voice low.
“I’ve tried so hard not to think of you that way.”
“And what way is that?” I demand, my anger flaring again. “As a woman, you mean?”
I’m furious. Who does he think he is? Before I can consider my actions, I shove him. My hands slam into his hard chest, but it’s like trying to push a brick wall. Finn doesn’t budge. Instead, he reaches out and grabs me, his fingers gripping my arms almost to the point of pain. Something dangerous flashes in his blue eyes as he pulls me against him.
“As a beautiful woman,” he says in a growling voice I’ve never heard him use before. The sound has something hot curling low in my belly and sends a signal straight down. “Sexy as hell.”
Oh, shit.
He presses his hard body along the length of mine, letting me feel the evidence of his arousal against my belly. My eyes widen slightly in surprise before I give in and allow the need to show. His eyes roam my face for a moment before they dip lower to linger on my breasts where they push up against the fabric of my dress.
“As the woman I fantasize about.”
Chapter Eleven
Hannah
I suck in a startled breath at his words. In my mind flashes an image of him stroking the big dick I can still feel pressed against me, coming all over his hand while thinking of me. I’m shocked by the direction of my thoughts, but the idea turns me on far more than I’d have thought. Some part of me wants to see that, to watch him as he loses that tight grip on his control. I wonder if I could push him that far. I want to know what it would take. I clench my thighs together trying to ease the sudden ache there, but it’s no use. His gaze strays back up to my face and he gives me a knowing look as though he can read my thoughts. Feeling bold, I cock one eyebrow in challenge.
“Do you fantasize about me, Finn?”
My voice is husky, and I almost don't recognize it. But I don't call back the words. I want to hear him say it. Finn doesn’t meet my gaze as I wait for his answer. He eases away from me slightly. His hands still grip my arms though they’re gentler now. My heart is pounding and my breathing unsteady, but the hot sliver of desire is only growing stronger. Slowly, testing to see if Finn will stop me, I bring one hand up to rest on his stomach, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. I long to reach lower, to the hard bulge I’d felt pressed against me moments ago, but something holds me back. I wait for some outward signal from Finn that he wants this. His body certainly does, but I can tell he’s waging some internal war in his mind. I know what I want. It’s what I’ve always wanted.
“Well,” I finally whisper. “Do you?”
My face is inches from his now and I can see the faint stubble on his jaw. I wonder if it would feel rough against my hand, my cheek, my neck, my breasts. Would it leave a mark on my skin? My breathing becomes even more unsteady at the idea. I wait for him to answer me, wondering what’s going through his mind. Nervously, I pull my lower lip between my teeth.
“I wish you wouldn't do that.” Finn's voice is low and sends a rush of heat to my center.
“Do what?” I say in a low whisper.
“Tempt me.”
“It's all I've wanted to do for years.”
He sucks in a ragged breath. “Damnit, Hannah.” His pained whisper makes my heart clench just before his mouth comes down on mine. The kiss isn't gentle, and it isn't sweet. It takes. He takes what he wants from me and I give it willingly. This is far more than I'd imagined when I'd pictured kissing Finn over the years. It’s all fire and intensity and I can't get enough. He nibbles my lower lip the way I'd been doing moments before and I hear myself moan against his mouth. I tangle my fingers in his hair and hold his face to mine as the kiss goes on.
Finn guides me back until I’m pressed against the wall. His mouth continues to ravage mine. He grips the curve of my hip and squeezes briefly before sliding his hand down my thigh. Gripping the back of my knee, he pulls my leg up to wrap around his waist. I can feel him pressing against me through the layers of our clothes and I moan against his mouth. The thin material of my dress feels like such a flimsy barrier between us. I rock my hips against him, gasping as his cock rubs against my clit through our clothes. I can feel the dampness in my panties as I grind myself against him. Part of me is embarrassed by my shameless behavior, but the rest of me just wants more.
My lips feel bruised and yet I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of his mouth on mine. I feel a slight pang of disappointment when his lips leave mine to trail down my jaw. But then Finn’s hand comes up to cup my breast and I let out an involuntary gasp. Somehow, even through the layers of my dress and bra, his fingers find my nipple and he squeezes it between a thumb and forefinger. The move sends a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to my pussy and I groan. My hips move as though they have a mind of their own, grinding against his thick length. It occurs to my lust-addled brain that Finn is wearing entirely too many clothes.
I fumble at the buttons on his shirt until I’m able to push aside the fabric. Finn pulls the shirt off and tosses it aside before bringing mouth back to mine. I want to take the time to look my fill, but more than that I want to touch him. I flatten my palms agai
nst the warm golden skin of his chest, my fingers memorizing each dip and curve of firm muscle. My hands trace the dark dusting of hair down to where it disappears into his black dress pants. I curl my fingers under the waistband, longing to rip them off him. I feel cool air against my skin and realize that while I’ve been admiring all that golden skin, Finn has found the zipper at my side.
I resist the urge to squirm or to cover myself as he tugs the dress down to my hips. It’s been years since I’ve been this exposed to a man’s gaze in a fully lit room. Plus, this is Finn. I’ve wanted him for so long and I don’t want to disappoint him. I watch the heat flare in his eyes as he looks down at my lace-clad breasts. I can still sense the iron control he always seems to possess, but it’s clear he’s nearing the end of his rope.
“Take off the rest,” he says in a near growl. “I want to see you.”
Suddenly shy, I hesitate, but only for a moment. This is what I’ve always wanted. There’s no going back now. I let the dress slide down and pool on the floor at my feet, my eyes never leaving his. I step out of the pile of fabric, wearing my lace bra and panties, strappy heels and nothing else. I step out of the heels and kick them to the side, reluctantly losing the 2 inches of height they’d given me. Without that extra height, I feel small standing before Finn. Delicate. In contrast, Finn looks even larger looming over me. I feel wet heat pool between my thighs as I watch him watching me. Finn’s hot gaze slides down my body, possessive and hungry.
“One of these days, I’m going to make you keep the heels and dress on,” he says. “But now, this first time, I want to see every inch of you.”
His words and the gruff tone have me nearly coming before we even start. What is it about this man that affects me so? Before I can analyze it further, he reaches for me. His eyes still on mine, he hooks a finger under one of the straps on my shoulder.
“I like you in black lace,” he says, sliding his finger up and down under the strap.
Just that light touch on my skin is enough to send a shiver over me. He tugs the strap down over my shoulder, then does the same with the other side. As much as I want to wait and see what slow torture he has in store for me, I’ve always been an impatient girl. I reach behind me and unhook the bra, never taking my eyes off his. Finn smiles and tugs the lacy bra off, dropping it to the floor. My hands stray to the waistband of my panties, but Finn takes my wrists in his hands, stopping me.
“I got this one,” he says, lowering his head.
At the first touch of his tongue on my nipple, I suck in a breath. Then he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I gasp aloud. His tongue swirls over the heated skin as he sucks hungrily. I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair.
Finn looks up at me, eyes filled with hunger as he begins to kiss his way down my belly and over one hip. He puts a hand on each of my ankles, trailing them up my legs as his mouth moves down one thigh.
“Mmm,” he murmurs against my skin. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”
I nod, though his attention is focused on my panty-clad pussy rather than my face. Knowing he can’t see my answer, I whisper, “Yes. For you.” Part of me wonders if I should feel embarrassed but I can’t find it in me. All I feel is need.
Finn presses his mouth to my mound, using his lips to nuzzle me through the lacy fabric of my panties. I let out a little cry of pleasure, my hips rocking forward involuntarily.
“Finn,” I gasp. “Please.” I don’t know what I’m asking him for, but I know I need more. More of his touch, his mouth. More of him.
He nuzzles me once more, drawing another gasp from me as my hands grip his hair, nearly pulling the strands.
“Oh, god,” I whisper.
Finally sensing I’ve had enough teasing, Finn pulls my panties off and I step out of them. His eyes take me in, and I watch as he licks his lips. Placing one hand on each of my ankles, he says, “Move your feet further apart. It’ll help you keep your balance.”
I’m confused about what I might need to be balanced for, but I do as he says. It only takes a moment for me to understand. He looks up at me and grins.
“Hold onto me if you need to.”
It’s all the warning I get before he leans forward and licks a long line up my slit. His tongue swirls around my clit and it’s all I can do to reach down and grip his shoulders for balance as my eyes roll back in my head. I lean back against the wall, half worried I’ll fall without it there to balance me. His tongue circles my clit before he sucks it into his mouth causing me to cry out, my fingers digging into his shoulders. I’m probably leaving marks on his skin, but I can’t let go. If I do, I’m certain I’ll crumple to the ground or maybe float away. He laps at my pussy with the flat of his tongue before teasing my clit some more. The mix of sensations keeps me off-guard and on the very edge of a climax.
“Please,” I moan. “Finn…I need…”
“I know what you need,” he says.
One of his arms wraps around my waist, holding me to him. I feel one thick finger ease into my pussy, and I gasp at the sensation. He moves slowly, allowing my body to grow used to the intrusion. After a few seconds, he adds a second finger. I moan against the sensation of fullness. Finn thrusts his fingers in and out and I ride his hand, chasing the release I can sense is so close. He brings his mouth back to my pussy, tonguing my clit while his fingers work inside me. His fingers curl inside me, brushing up against a spot I’ve never been able to reach on my own. Every muscle in my body goes tight and I can feel the pleasure coiling tighter, ready to explode. Finn keeps up the steady rhythm with his hand and mouth and I feel myself hovering on the edge. Suddenly, he sucks my clit into his mouth and hums low in his throat. I’m gone. I cry out with the force of my orgasm, my body shuddering and shaking as Finn’s finger continues to move inside me and he laps at my twitching pussy. I’m grateful for his arm around me because my legs threaten to give out.
Finn reluctantly eases his fingers out of me and leans back to meet my gaze. If I thought I’d seen desire there before, it’s nothing compared to what I see now. When it’s clear I’m not going to fall, he releases me and rises to his feet. He reaches into his pocket and my gaze follows the movement. The bulge in his pants has grown even larger and I wonder just how big his dick is. I feel a sharp flair of anticipation that I’m about to find out. He pulls a condom from his pocket before quickly yanking off the rest of his clothes.
His cock juts out from his body, long and thick. He gives me a moment to admire it before he covers it with the condom.
“I’m sorry,” he says, closing the distance between us. “I want you too much. This won’t be gentle.”
I grip his shoulders, looking directly into his eyes. “I don’t want gentle,” I say. “I want you to take me hard and fast. Right here. Against this wall.”
His mouth cocks up in a crooked grin that’s sexy as hell with him standing naked before me.
“Hold on tight,” he says.
His hands go to my ass and he lifts me, pressing me back against the wall. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on as my legs go around his waist. My pussy is spread open and pressed against him. I can feel him teasing against my opening, and I try to move my hips toward him. Without taking his eyes off mine, Finn lowers me onto his hard cock slowly, inch by inch. He fills me, stretching me to just this side of pain. When he’s fully sheathed inside me, he pauses to let me adjust to the fullness. I’m impaled on his dick and pressed back against the wall, unable to move. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. Then Finn begins to move.
He pulls out slowly before rocking into me so hard I think I see stars. I cling tightly to him and use my legs to move with him. Soon, we find a rhythm. I wonder if it’s possible to die from pleasure. With each thrust, my clit rubs against Finn while his cock inside me sends spirals of ecstasy through me. My arms are locked around his neck as he pounds into me over and over, driving us both closer to the edge. Finn’s mouth finds the spot where my neck meets my shoulder and delivers a
biting kiss that sends an electric thrill through me. My mouth drops open in a silent scream as my entire body tightens. Finn thrusts against me once more and I feel myself go over the edge.
“Finn! I’m coming,” I gasp as he continues to pound into me. I can hear the sounds I’m making with each thrust over the noise our bodies make as flesh meets flesh. Wave after wave of bliss washes over me with each punishing thrust of Finn’s cock inside me. Before my orgasm ends, I feel Finn’s entire body stiffen and he grinds me tight against him. The motion causes more of that delicious friction against my clit and I gasp as I feel my inner muscles quiver against him. Finn lets out a grunt as he comes. He holds me tightly against him and I feel him pulse inside me with his release.
Suddenly, Finn’s knees give out and he sinks to the floor, still buried inside me. I can’t help it. I laugh. He looks at me and his mouth twitches up in a smile. We’re both gasping for breath through our laughter. My heart is still pounding from the incredible sex we just had and here we are, collapsed on the floor in a heap.
“Hannah,” Finn manages once he catches his breath. “You okay?”
My head is resting on his shoulder. “I may never walk again,” I say. “Wow.”
His hands still grip my hips and I’m still straddling his hips, his cock softening inside me. Suddenly, what just happened hits me and I move to extricate myself from his grasp. My legs are shaky, but I manage to stand. I move to find my clothes as Finn stands and disposes of the condom. I cannot believe I just had sex with Finnegan King. Finn. My boss. I just had mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex with my boss. What the hell was I thinking? I find my panties and quickly pull them on.
“Hannah?” Finn’s voice comes from behind me. I turn to see him holding out my bra. I avoid making eye contact as I take it from him.
“Thanks,” I mutter.
“Look at me, Hannah,” he says, insistent. I pull my gaze up to his, resisting the urge to cover my naked chest.