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  I go back to my room and strip off down to my panties again. I slip the shirt on. It’s big on me, but I like that for bed. It smells of laundry detergent, fresh and clean, which I definitely like. I check my phone and see it’s almost one in the morning. I turn the light off and finally slip into bed.

  I moan with pleasure as I feel the cool, silky sheets against my skin and the soft mattress beneath me. Finn sure knows how to choose the right mattress and bedding for maximum comfort. If this is the guest bed, I can’t help but wonder what his bed is like. I push this thought away quickly before I decide I have to know, and go investigate.

  I grin at the thought of Finn’s call ending then him going into his bedroom and finding me in his bed, an accidental, dark-haired Goldilocks. I figure I’d be straight back out onto the streets before I could even say who’s been sleeping in my bed. Wait, no that isn’t Goldilocks’ line, is it?

  Ah well, it’s late and that’s my excuse for getting it wrong, so I’m sticking to it. I snuggle down into the bed, yawn and close my eyes.

  Twenty minutes later, I am still wide-awake and getting more restless by the second. My throat is dry and it’s stopping me from sleeping. I sit up and throw the covers back. I slip quietly out of the room and head for the kitchen.

  Finn’s office door is ajar, light spilling out into the hallway. He’s no longer talking so I assume his meeting is done with.

  I go to the kitchen, find a glass and fill it with tap water. I drink it down in one go, rinse out the glass, and set it down on the draining board beside the sink. Then I head back towards my room, but I know it’s not just thirst keeping me awake. I like to spend half an hour or so before bed losing myself in a good book. No matter how late it is, I seem to need that routine to convince my mind it’s time to switch off and sleep. Of course, in my hurry to leave the house before my mom tried to talk me out of leaving, I didn’t even think to grab a book.

  I wonder if Finn has any.

  I give a cursory glance around the living room, but there are no bookshelves anywhere, and the books on his coffee table are those pretentious photobooks meant to send a message rather than be read and enjoyed. I roll my eyes. He’s such a walking cliché in some ways.

  I go back down the hallway and as I approach Finn’s office, I notice the wall I can see through the slightly open door is lined with books. I smile to myself. Surely, there’s something in there I can read. Even if it’s a business book, it’s better than nothing.

  I pause in the doorway for a moment, making sure that Finn is definitely not talking anymore. I wait a couple of minutes until I’m confident the meeting is really over and then I tap lightly on the door and step in.

  He’s sitting behind his desk, engrossed in something he’s typing. He glances up as I enter and a frown crosses his face for a second. “Is something wrong?”

  “No,” I murmur. “I just wanted to borrow a book if that’s okay?”

  “Why are you wearing my shirt?” he asks, ignoring my request.

  “I found it in the gym room and I had forgotten to bring some pajamas. You don’t mind, do you? I figured you wouldn’t appreciate me bursting into your meeting to ask you.”

  “It’s fine,” he replies distractedly. “And yes, you can borrow a book.” He goes back to his screen.

  I turn and begin browsing the books on his shelves. There are books about every aspect of business, from marketing to sales strategies, from accounting to merchandising. I scan the titles, stepping forward and running my fingers over the spines. None of them particularly appeal to me. I look higher and then I see it. I smile to myself. The top shelf is fiction.

  I can’t reach the books comfortably, so I no longer finger the spines, but I take them all in. True crime, crime fiction, a bit of science fiction. Thrillers. I spot a Lee Childs book I haven’t read yet and I reach for it.

  As I reach, I feel the shirt riding up slightly, but I know Finn is engrossed in what he’s doing, so I ignore it, and stretch higher.

  Finn gives an uncomfortable sounding cough. “What are you doing?” he asks.

  This makes me start a little. “You’re not very observant for a smart guy, are you?” I quip.

  Now I know Finn is watching me, I am conscious of the fact I am almost flashing my panties, and instead of stretching up, I jump up. I miss the book by a fraction of an inch, but I feel air getting beneath the shirt and I feel it billow up slightly as I land. So much for jumping to reveal less of my ass. I feel Finn’s presence behind me, so close that he’s almost touching me.

  He reaches up, grabs the book and practically slams it into my hands. “There,” he mutters. “Now, if you don’t mind…”

  “Oh, I don’t.” I smile. “You just get back to work and forget I’m even here.” I turn away from him and go back to looking at the bookshelf.

  “And how am I supposed to do that when you’re prancing around here half naked?” Finn asks.

  I turn back to Finn, a slight frown on my face that becomes a grin when I realize what’s happening here. He got a tiny flash of the lace of my panties when I jumped up, and now, he can’t think about anything but my underwear. So much for my body not being able to excite him. “Just remind yourself how repulsive you find my body,” I say tartly.

  “I didn’t say I found you repulsive,” Finn replies uncomfortably.

  I shrug and grin at him. “No, you didn’t use those exact words. And judging by the reaction just now, it seems like maybe you do find my body quite attractive after all.”

  He doesn’t respond.

  I decide to tease him a little before I leave. I put the book down on his desk and lift the hem of the shirt ever so slightly. “Does it excite you to see a bit of thigh?” I ask with a little laugh.

  Finn frowns.

  It’s clear I’m irritating him and I know I should just stop and leave, but it’s kind of fun watching him squirm, and honestly, at least when he’s frowning he doesn’t look so pretty. He’s actually quite handsome when he frowns, in a brooding, not my type at all kind of a way.

  I wiggle my hips, playing with the hem of the shirt. “Have you lost your voice?” I enquire in a fake innocent tone. I turn slowly, still wiggling my hips until my back is to Finn. I peer at him over my shoulder. “How about if I do this?” I lift the shirt up and expose my lacy black panties for a quick second and then I pull it down again. “Oops,” I giggle and then I turn back to face Finn.

  He looks furious now. “Stop it,” he demands, his voice low, almost a growl.

  I feel heat flood my body and I blink hard as I notice for the first time how Finn’s pecs stand out beneath his shirt. “Or what?” I grin.

  “Or I won’t be responsible for what happens,” he growls.

  “Ooh… big talk for a man who’s afraid of a flash of thigh,” I taunt. I dance back a little and grab the hem of the shirt again. “How about if I lift it right up?” I start to lift the shirt. I have barely gotten it past a few inches when Finn grabs me roughly by the tops of my arms.

  “Just stop it, okay? I’m not messing around here, Ashley.” He looks me in the eye as he delivers this.

  I notice how mesmerizingly hot his eyes are, how I can almost melt into them. Finn is still holding my arms, and I feel my skin tingling beneath his touch. He steps closer to me, still holding my arms and suddenly, our bodies are pressed together. I can feel his cock pressing against me and I am a little shocked to discover it is rock hard. My clit pulses, betraying me. “Why do you want me to stop?” I ask breathlessly. “You were clearly enjoying the show.”

  He releases my arms, but he doesn’t step back and neither do I. I find myself looking into Finn’s eyes and neither of us look away. It feels like the room is suddenly charged, full of electricity, and I am shocked when I realize just how badly I want Finn to sweep me up into his arms and kiss me.

  My breath is coming in little gasps and I can feel Finn’s chest heaving as we maintain eye contact. Usually, when he peers at me this way, I panic and lo
ok away, afraid he will be able to read too much in my eyes, but this time, I am determined to hold my ground.

  “Jeez Ashley, you’re such a fucking child.” There’s no malice in his voice and I can see the lust clouding his eyes, even as he insults me. “What sort of a woman acts like this?”

  The sort who realizes exactly what she wants and is about to get it. “I’m just messing around, Finn. It’s called having fun, you should try it sometime. But I guess you’re afraid you might fall off your high horse,” I say, not taking my eyes off his.

  He leans closer to me, so close I can feel his breath tickling my lips when he speaks again, “You’re the most irresponsible woman I’ve ever met,” he whispers.

  “And you’re the most arrogant man I’ve ever–” My last word is swallowed up in Finn’s mouth as he presses his lips against mine. I feel like I have been unleashed as our lips move together and I press myself more tightly against Finn, pushing my hands into his hair. He wraps his arms around my waist, moaning into my mouth as his hands slip beneath the shirt and caress the skin of my back. Fire floods my body and I can feel my pussy getting soaked as Finn’s tongue moves into my mouth, meeting mine.

  I pull back slightly from Finn’s mouth. “You shouldn’t have done that,” I pant.

  “I know,” he agrees.

  I lean forward and kiss him again, a light kiss that teases me, that makes my pussy clench, my body ache for his touch. I pull away again. “You definitely shouldn’t do it again.”

  He looks at me for a moment, indecision in his eyes, and then with a moan, he pulls my body against his again. We kiss deeply, hungrily, and our kiss is so intense that it’s almost angry.

  I reach down blindly and begin to fumble Finn’s pants open. My body is screaming at me, desperate to feel him inside of me and I don’t want to deny myself this simple pleasure any longer. I try to remind myself that I hate Finn and everything he stands for, but my head isn’t in control, my body is, and my body wants this more than it’s ever wanted anything before.

  I get Finn’s pants open, but before I can get them down, Finn pulls away from me. He doesn’t speak, he just spins me around. He pulls me backwards, my body colliding with his, my ass against his hard cock. He kisses my neck, nibbling hard enough to make me cry out as sweet, stinging pleasure floods through me.

  I put my head back, giving him easy access and he continues to bite and lick my neck, driving me into a frenzy. His fingers move over my belly and up to my breasts. He pinches my nipples hard, making them stand to attention and I hear myself crying out as he pinches them again, this time hard enough to hurt.

  I flinch and suck in a breath as he releases my nipples and the blood rushes to them, making them ache and sting. Finn ignores my discomfort, moving his hand down my body until his fingers push their way roughly into my panties and find my clit. He works my clit the same way he’s worked the rest of my body; roughly. It’s as though he’s angry with himself for wanting this and he’s taking his anger out on my body. My body responds, and I realize I am fucking loving this.

  My cries of pain turn to moans of pleasure as Finn moves his fingers over my clit, bringing me almost to orgasm. Just when I am about to come, he moves his fingers away, leaving me frustrated. I growl in anger, but before I can react any further, Finn is pushing my head down, bending me over his desk.

  He rips my panties away, tossing them to one side as they come apart in his hands. I hear a rustling sound, the sound of Finn finishing what I started and shoving his pants and boxers down.

  I feel fire flood me as Finn’s tongue finds my clit and runs through my lips to my pussy. He licks around the edge of my pussy, drinking in my juices, and then his tongue is gone, leaving me wanting more. I screech as he bites my ass cheek hard.

  The pain mixes with the frustration and the pleasure and I feel myself coming undone, liquid drips from me as Finn’s cock presses against my opening. He roughly shoves at my inner thighs and I don’t need him to speak to understand what he’s telling me. I step to the side with one leg, opening myself up to Finn, inviting him in.

  He plunges into me and I cry out as he fills me, stretching me. He pounds into me, hard fast strokes that take my breath away. He presses down on my spine with one hand, forcing me to lay flat against his desk. The cold hard wood presses against my cheek as he pounds into me. He still holds me flat with one hand. His other hand is on my hip, pulling me back to meet his desperate thrusts. I need no encouragement. I throw myself against him, pushing against him, taking his full length inside of me, gasping and moaning as I stretch to accommodate his huge cock.

  He ups the pace, banging into me, making every nerve ending in my body fire up at once. This time, he doesn’t stop when I am on the edge and I go careening over and into the most intense orgasm, I’ve ever had. As I float through layers of pleasure that leave me gasping, Finn’s hand leaves my hip. He moves it around to the front of my body and he pinches my clit so hard my moan becomes a scream as delicious agony fires through me.

  My head comes up from the desk, my body still pressed flat and I scream Finn’s name as pleasure fires through the center of me and spreads out in every direction at once. I gasp a breath and then I can’t breathe anymore. My lungs burn, my body goes rigid. Every nerve is alive, overwhelming me with pleasure and for a moment, everything goes black and I feel my body sag.

  The sensation passes, my vision rushing back in, making me dizzy, and my legs take my weight again. I manage to suck in a large, shuddering breath, which comes out in a low primal sound, the sound of an animal as Finn pinches my clit again. My body is thrown headlong into another all-consuming orgasm as I scream Finn’s name over and over again while he pounds into me.

  His hands move, both of them now on my hips, moving me faster and faster on his cock. I couldn’t straighten up now even if I wanted to. My body is jelly, shaky, fantastic, mind blowing jelly.

  Finn slams into me one more time, holding me in place, his cock so deep in me I can feel him pressing against my cervix. He comes hard, his cock going wild inside of me. He makes a deep, guttural sound and then he calls out my name. I feel a rush of warmth as he spurts deep inside of me.

  And then he’s gone, his cock slipping out of me. I start to straighten up, but my knees buckle beneath me and I start to tumble. Finn catches me in his arms and we fall to the ground together. I land on his lap then I turn and rest my head on his shoulder, my face pressed into his neck.

  I can hardly breathe, and I know Finn is in a similar state of undone. His chest moves rapidly beneath me as his arms encircle me, holding me to him.

  The moment of closeness between us is broken when Finn’s office phone rings, a shrill, jarring sound that cuts through the noise of us trying to get our breath back. I know instinctively the moment is over and Finn will want to take the call. I shuffle awkwardly to the side, moving onto the carpet so he can get to his feet.

  Finn pushes himself up, not even looking at me as he drags his boxers and pants back up. He reaches for the phone.

  I push myself silently to my feet, grabbing my shredded panties and the book, then slip from the office unnoticed.

  10

  Finn

  As my hand touches the receiver, the phone stops ringing. I know by how quickly the ringing stopped that it was nothing important. If it were, then the ringing would have kept going until I answered the call. I suspect it’s a client or more likely an associate in a different time zone who realized how late it is here and hung up, planning on calling back at a less ungodly hour.

  I take a moment to fasten my pants while I try to compose myself. I’m not quite sure what just happened. If someone had told me Ashley accidentally flashing her panties at me would be so distracting, I would have laughed at them. And if they’d told me her teasing me would lead to what just happened, I would have been hysterical with laughter. And yet here I was, in a world where both of those things just happened.

  I turn around ready to say something, what I don�
�t know, but something to Ashley. I’m torn between saying it can never happen again and asking her if she’s ready to go again right now. I’m saved from having to decide between the two sentiments when I see Ashley has gone. She must have made a run for it when I went to take the call. It at least tells me where she’s at with this. She obviously thinks it was a mistake. I mean, she’s right.

  It was a mistake.

  But holy shit was it a mistake I enjoyed making!

  I can’t help but smile to myself when I think of what it felt like to be inside of Ashley Winters. She drove me wild in a way I never would have anticipated. But the speed with which she left makes it obvious she clearly regrets it and most probably doesn’t want it to happen again.

  I’m a little disappointed, a lot disappointed in fact, but it’s what we agreed to and I can’t put pressure on Ashley to keep on having sex with me if it’s not what she wants. I’ll have to let it go.

  I leave my office feeling strangely lost and go through to my bedroom where I get out of my work clothes and go to the bathroom. I shower and when I get out, I pull on a pair of clean boxers. I stand brushing my teeth looking into the mirror above the sink. I almost don’t recognize myself.

  It’s not like I’m a typical Casanova type.

  Okay, I used to be when I was younger and in college. That’s mostly what college is for, if anyone is being honest. Then I grew up and started working for my grandpa, and somewhere along the way, work took over from dating. In fact, work took over from pretty much everything. It became my soul focus, over shadowing every other aspect of my life.

  Maybe that’s why this thing with Ashley feels so out of this world, so much more than just a quick fuck, because it’s the first time in years I’ve done something so unexpected and unplanned, just because I wanted to. I didn’t even use a fucking condom with her. I never do that!