by Ella Goode
“Kiss me. I said you could kiss me.” His mouth drops down onto mine. I part my lips as his tongue pushes into my mouth. His other hand digs into my hair. He grabs a handful, giving it a small pull to tilt my head so he can deepen this kiss.
I open fully for him, wanting everything that he is offering. His words about being inside me keep replaying in my mind but I know that I can’t give in. No matter how much my body is begging me to.
“Lucky.” He growls my name, then goes back to kissing me again. I stroke him faster. This time I want to make him come. I want him to know that I gave him this pleasure. I want him to remember how I made him feel whenever he considers going out with anyone else ever again.
I need to make this so good that he’ll never want anyone else’s touch but mine. The only problem is that I have no clue what I’m doing. I don’t even know why I care if he remembers. It’s not as if I’m going to date him. This is a one-time thing to get it out of my system. That’s what I tell myself anyway.
I wiggle. The throb between my thighs is getting harder to ignore. “Finn.” I pull my mouth from his to look up at him. “I ache,” I whimper.
“Let me touch you. I’ll take the ache away.” I nod my head. I need this. His eyes light up with excitement. His hand slips up my dress. The closer he gets to my sex the worse the throb becomes. I gasp when he grabs my dress and pulls it off over my head. I should smack him, but I don’t. I can’t seem to focus on anything else but the thought that he’s going to take the ache away.
I dig my fingers into his shirt with my other hand as I keep on stroking him. The tip of his cock brushes against my stomach, cum smearing across it. That’s so hot. It’s like he’s marking me.
Finn cups my breast, his thumb tracing over my nipple before he goes to the other breast. I arch up into him, needing more.
“Finn, I need you lower.” I groan, wiggling more. What is he doing? That feels good and all, but I’m about to die here.
“I got you.” He lets my breast go, slipping his hand down to my panties. He lets out a growl as his hand dips inside of them. I know he can feel how wet I am for him. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. He has made me this way. My nipples grow even harder than they already were.
“Finn.” I say his name again as he parts the lips of my sex before his finger finds my clit.
“Going to come with you.”
I nod my head, wanting that. “Please,” I beg. How did it go from him chasing me to me now begging for him? I have no idea, but I really don’t care right now. The need to come is almost unbearable.
He presses hard on my clit, moving faster. I feel myself get wetter, soaking my panties as he sends me over the edge. I cry out his name, my head dropping to his chest as he keeps on playing with me. He draws out my orgasm until my legs are trying to close and I don’t think I can take anymore.
“Lucky.” He groans my name into my ear, burying his face in my neck as his cum coats my stomach. He moves us, taking us down to the bed together. I lie my head on his chest, not saying anything. I can’t believe we did that. My body still tingles with pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known while my mind races with thoughts of what this all means for my future.
I feel him play with my hair. I close my eyes. I tell myself that there is no harm in me lying here for a few more moments. To enjoy this a little longer before I have to leave and we have to pretend this never happened. I jerk awake, sitting up. I see a clock on the nightstand that reads four in the morning. Oh my God. Finn wraps an arm around my waist in his sleep, saying my name. My heart flutters.
That’s not good. I can’t have a fluttering heart or butterflies! I already have a crazy notebook that I need to get back from Finn. I take a breath. One thing at a time. Ever so slowly, I slip out of the bed and find my dress. I slide it over my head and look on the ground for my panties. I don’t remember taking them off. When I pick them up I see that they're ripped. I drop them back down.
I turn to give Finn one last look. His arm is outstretched now over where I was lying. He moves it in his sleep as if he were searching for something. Is he looking for me? I want to crawl back into the bed with him but I know I can’t. I find my purse by the door as I slip out of the bedroom and call for a car on my app. Luckily there is one down the street.
“Ma’am?” I jerk around to see Timothy standing there.
“You scared the crap out of me.” My hand goes to my chest trying to get my heart under control.
“I’m sorry. Is there something I can help you with?”
I shake my head no. “I’m good.” I want to do my walk of shame alone. I fooled around with the boss. The one I said I would never give in to. It’s in this moment that I realize that I’m a total cliché as I slip out the door.
Chapter 17
Finn
When Lucky said we had to act like nothing had changed, she’d lied. What she meant was that she was going to pretend I didn’t exist. She doesn’t acknowledge me when I say good morning. She doesn’t sneak a peek at me when I roll in wearing the biggest grin and a dapper navy suit which Timothy picked out saying he thought my new friend might like it. He doesn’t tell me why he thinks it, but I suspect it’s because it goes with a pink and blue tie I have in my closet. I could be a dust mite for all the interest she’s showing.
“Dictation in my office,” I announce. I throw the door open and wait. No one moves. Monica coughs. Cesar clears his throat. Lucky continues to tap on her keyboard. Monica makes a big deal of getting out of her chair. Cesar announces loudly that he has to go to the little boy’s room.
“I’ll cover your phone,” Lucky chirps as Cesar passes her desk.
Monica marches by me with a notebook in hand. “You were all over social media again,” she tells me.
“With this suit?” I flick my lapel.
“No, for your antics last night. Someone took a photo of you carrying a woman over your shoulder. She had long brown hair and a pink dress. What did you want to dictate?” She taps a pen against her notebook.
A wedding announcement? Maybe if I just brought a priest here, I could tie the knot with Lucky and be done with this whole charade. But she’d probably just not say a word so the vows couldn’t be completed. What I need is bait that she can’t ignore.
“I want you to call the nearest animal shelter and have them bring over their kittens. And old cats. And throw in a couple of dogs, too.”
“Sir?” The pen falls out of Monica’s hand and falls to the floor. Monica’s worked for me for a long time, but this is the first time I’ve seen her so flummoxed, which tells me that my idea is brilliant.
“Animal shelter. Cats. Dogs. A whole menagerie.”
She won’t be able to ignore the pets unless she is heartless, but I know from our time last night that she runs hot as lava.
An hour later, I can’t hear myself think over the barking of the four large dogs crowded into my office along with half the staff, but it’s worth it because Lucky is sitting in my chair holding a kitten on her lap while another one crawls across my desk. She swipes the furry thing off before the feline can chew a hole through my computer cable.
“I’ll take that one,” I offer.
Lucky shyly hands it over. I let the little thing crawl up my suit to perch on my shoulder. The claws leave a few snags behind that I don’t think Timothy will appreciate, but I don’t care because Lucky’s gorgeous eyes are shining bright with happiness.
“I should probably adopt this one.” I pat the small head.
“Just one? What if he gets lonely?”
“Did I say one? I meant two...or three?”
“Three might be a lot but two would be good. They’d be friends.” Lucky stands up and plucks the kitten off my shoulder. She sets the two on the floor. “I’m sorry I ignored you earlier,” she says quietly. Her head is lowered and I have to lean in to hear her. “I was feeling awkward. I haven’t done this before.”
A rush of satisfaction drives away all the irritati
on I had earlier. Of course she doesn’t know how to act because she’d never spent the night with a man, never had her pussy tasted, never had a cock so close to her. “Baby, it’s okay. It’s all new to me, too.”
Her head comes up and our gazes lock, hers full of surprise and mine full of rueful warmth. “Did you think I did this every night?”
“Maybe?”
My hands itch to touch her, to tuck her hair behind her head, to cup her pink cheek, to slide my fingers under her top but we’re in the office and I don’t want anyone to see her the way I see her—flushed, aroused, and ready. “No. You’re my first.”
She gives me a disbelieving look.
“What? I can’t have a first time?”
“Of course you can, but you’re a guy and guys…” She trails off.
“Guys what? Think with their dicks all the time? Maybe some do, but not me. I’ve been building this business since I earned my first penny selling scraps downstate to metal dealers. Once I started hiring people, I felt like I had to make more money because I didn’t want to let any of them down. My time and attention has been focused here.” I tap my desk. “Look, I’m not supposed to say this shit to you while I’m in the office, but I haven’t had anyone before you and I don’t want to have anyone after you. I get that my approach in the beginning may have turned you off, but I’m serious about getting you into my bed.”
“But what happens after?”
“What do you want to happen after?”
“This looks like a serious discussion,” Monica says from the other side of the desk.
Lucky jumps back while I shove my hands in my pockets to keep from grabbing her, which I know is not allowed in the office.
“Yes, I’m asking Lucky how many animals I should adopt.” That seems harmless enough.
“I said two,” Lucky chirps.
“Two is good.” Monica waves her hand. “Speaking of two, come over here and check out these two dogs, Lucky. They’re so cute.”
The two golden dogs that look like a mix between a lab and a poodle are very cute, but it’s an obvious ploy to lure Lucky from my side. Unfortunately, it works so I don’t get a chance to hear her answer about what she wants in the future. Maybe she’s a career woman and doesn’t want to be seen sleeping her way to the top. Maybe she wants us to have a secret relationship, which would really suck, but I’d live with it. I guess the question is how long. I scoop the kittens up and place them in my lap. All I know is that I don’t like being far from Lucky. Her desk should be in here where I can look up and see her face any time I want. I guess the office is going to have to undergo a renovation.
Chapter 18
Lucia
Everything Finn said earlier plays on a loop in my head. It’s hard to believe that he’s never been with anyone. That would explain why everyone was going crazy over seeing him with a woman. I was in shock when I saw our picture in the paper.
Thank God my hair covered my face. B.J. wasn’t fooled though. She had no problem figuring out it was me. It might have been the fact that she saw me slip in early this morning too. I’m sure she put it all together.
She keeps telling me that this is a bad idea. Reminding me how hard I worked through college to land a job like this. If this blows up in my face I’ll have to quit or he’ll fire me. There is no way I could work with him if we break up. I already have this crazy fascination with him. I’m sure my fall to love wouldn't take long.
I think I might have even had it before I got here. I’d dug up everything I could find about him. I told myself I was doing research so I could be on top of my game.
It’s why it had shocked the crap out of me that night at the restaurant when he’d said those things to me. That didn't match anything I’d found on him. In fact, there weren’t any past women in his life based on what I read. But I figured that he was probably discreet about his personal life. I never would have guessed the truth.
“Lucky. Can you take this down to accounting?” Cesar drops a file onto my desk.
“I’ll take care of it.” I grab the file.
“Hey. Who do you think the woman was that Finn threw over his shoulder?” Cesar asks in a hushed tone. I’m sure everyone here is also finding this other side of Finn odd.
“I don’t know.” I shrug, feeling bad that I’m lying to him.
“I don’t think it was the woman that showed up here yesterday. She had long legs. This girl looked short with brown hair.” I stand here not sure what to say. “Ah forget it. I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough. I’m happy he’s getting out there. I think it will be good for him.” Cesar goes back to his desk.
I head towards accounting, glad that I’m out of the line of fire. It’s then I remember Kevin and the fact that he knows. He could spread the word and then everyone would know exactly who the mystery girl is. I don’t know what the outcome of something like that might be.
Is it even allowed? Could Finn get in trouble? No, he owns the place. He can’t get himself into trouble. Monica might yell at him, but I’m pretty sure I’d be the one to pay the price if it came down to it.
I knock on the open door. Kevin and two others I don’t know look up at me. “I’m supposed to drop this off.” I hold up the file.
“I’ll take it.” Kevin stands coming around his desk. “Thanks.” I start to turn to go back to my desk but Kevin snags my elbow. “Lunch?”
Damn it. I don’t think I have much of a choice. I had planned to spend lunch in Finn’s office with him and the kittens. I’m still trying to come up with names for them. Not that they are my kittens, but Finn might need suggestions. I guess it will have to wait.
“Sure.”
“Cool.” Kevin drops the folder down on his desk. “Let’s go.” We walk back toward my office with neither one of us saying anything. I’m waiting for it. I’m sure this is why he wants to have lunch.
“I’m going to take my lunch if that’s okay,” I ask Cesar as I pass our desks.
“Yep.” Why couldn't he have said no? We walk into the lunchroom together. I snag a tray before grabbing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a strawberry milk. I take my tray over to the table Kevin is sitting at.
“So you and the boss?” Ahh. When he says it like that it sounds so bad.
“Maybe?” It’s an honest answer. I’m not sure what we’re doing really. He wants me in his bed. I’m not sure we’d have anything after that. My heart aches thinking about it being a one-time thing. I couldn’t allow myself to end up in his bed unless I knew we could be more. There is no way that I’ll be able to handle a fling with Finn. I’m already too far gone for him.
“Then what was yesterday? Did you use me to make him jealous?”
“Oh God. I’m so sorry.” I hadn't thought of it like that. I had been so wrapped up in everything that I hadn’t realized how selfish I was being.
“Don’t be sorry. Do the right thing and don’t sleep with the boss.” I look down at my food. Is that the right thing? It doesn't feel like it. The way Kevin says it makes me feel bad though. “We could have something, Lucky. We fit. You and Mr. O’Hare not so much.” I understand he’s upset about yesterday, but he doesn’t know me. I want to give him a piece of my mind, but I hold back.
I pick up my sandwich so I don’t have to respond. I don’t know what to say to that. I was a jerk for leading Kevin on, but I want to tell him to mind his own business. Finn is the first man I’ve ever been attracted to. Based on what he said earlier, it is the same for him. That has to mean something.
“Lucky.” I swallow my bite of food. I look up to see Finn. His eyes bounce between Kevin and me. I give him a pleading look not to do anything crazy. We’re in the office. It would only give people another reason to think we shouldn't be together. “When you're done with your lunch I need you to come to my office. I need someone to watch the kittens for a couple hours.”
“Yes!” I say way too loudly. “Sorry,” I whisper.
He smiles down at me. “Think of names.
We’ll bounce them off each other.” He turns to leave.
I look back to Kevin, who is staring at me. “End it,” he orders. His tone has completely changed. I thought he was nice, but now his true colors are coming out. B.J. says men are nice until they don’t get what they want. Then they turn into assholes. Especially when they hear the word no. “It’s for your own good. Everyone will think you're the office slut and are trying to sleep your way to the top.” My stomach drops. My eyes sting with tears.
“Thanks for lunch.” I grab my tray to leave.
“Lucky.” I turn around. “You’re a sweet girl. Don’t ruin that.” I drop my food into the trash, putting my tray up. I don’t want to end whatever is happening between Finn and me.
I want him. Maybe I could just have one night with him. One that I can cherish and have forever. I’m not so worried about what people will say about me. I don’t want anyone trying to drag Finn’s name through the mud. If I’ve learned anything in the past twenty-four hours it's that Finn is a sweet man. He is a little crazy at times, but so am I. We fit. No matter how much I try to deny it. Too bad I can’t make him mine.
Chapter 19
Finn
“Everyone’s enjoying themselves. You did a great job,” I tell the staff. Arranging a picnic outside of the office for three hundred people on short notice is no easy task but the admins pulled through. A lot of permits had to be pulled along with the booking of caterers, entertainers, and clean-up crews. Monica, Cesar, and Lucky were up to the task and now the entire O’Hare crew is eating, socializing and enjoying a good day away from the office while my floor is being redesigned into one large space to accommodate a new staffing position that I dreamed up the night before.
Monica beams. “My team is the best. We should probably get a bonus.”
