“Tell me what you want, baby.” That’s the second time he’s called me baby. Hearing it floods my body, reaching my core, making me want him more.
“Fuck,” I moan and reach down to touch myself briefly. When did my office become the stage for porn?
“Damn, you’re hot,” he says in a gravely voice. If I weren't so turned on, I'd be embarrassed, but desire is winning right now.
I don’t move my hand but press it firmer against my mound as I watch Finn stroke himself through his shorts. How did we get here? Oh, I know. We both confessed we have feelings for one another, and now we're touching ourselves instead of talking or fucking.
Finn’s eyes hold mine as he pops the button of his shorts and lowers his zipper. “Is this okay?” He’d stop if I asked him to. I know that for certain. And that gives me the strength to tell him to keep going. I nod.
Finn reaches inside his shorts, inside his grey boxer briefs, and pulls his dick free. He’s long, thick, and hard.
He tugs on himself a few times before running his thumb along the tip to collect the precum that’s built up. “This is because of you, Blair. You do this to me.”
I moan again and decide to throw caution to the wind and slip my hand inside my shorts. They’re cotton with an elastic waistband, so it’s easily done. I glide my fingers along myself and find how wet I am.
Finn jerks himself, adding a twist of his wrist every now and then. It’s the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. His eyes are hooded, his lips parted. "God, baby. I wish this were your hand on me. Fuck, I want you so bad." I could get up and go to him. We could pleasure each other. However, I don’t want the moment we have to end.
My body tenses as my orgasm builds. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to get myself off fast. I’m close to the edge. My breathing picks up; my chest rises and falls quickly.
“Come for me, Blair. Let me see how much I affect you.”
That’s all I need to send myself flying. I cry out as I quicken my pace and rub myself until I can’t take it anymore. The moment I come back to earth, I find Finn jerking himself faster. His shirt is lifted up to his neck, his glorious, rock hard abs on display. Two more pulls and he’s coming hard onto his stomach and chest as my name leaves his lips. Fuck, this is hot. I’m going to play this scene over and over in my mind every time I’m horny and alone.
Finn swipes the remaining come from his dick then tucks himself back in. Reaching forward, he grabs a few tissues from my desk to clean himself up and tosses them into the garbage.
With his shirt lowered and his shorts buttoned up, he leans forward as I pull my hand from my shorts. With gentle fingers, he reaches across the desk to take my hand in his and brings my still wet fingers to his mouth. He sucks them hard, causing another jolt of lust to rush through me.
“So fucking sweet, Blair. All for me.”
“Do you read romance books when I’m not around?” I ask.
He chuckles as he releases me. “No.”
“Because you’re seriously book boyfriend material right now. I couldn’t have written a better scene.”
He ignores my statement and regards me with concern. “Was that okay with you? It didn’t cause you any pain, right?” He’s talking about emotionally. Nothing I did hurt me physically.
“No, I’m fine. Honest.”
“We don’t ever have to do more than that.”
“I want to, Finn. If anything, that showed me I’m ready for more. Only if you are.” I’m grateful nothing about what we did triggered a panic attack.
“I am.” He nods in response.
Over the course of the next two hours, we both work, sneaking glances at one another, and try to focus. I get a chapter written, and it’s hands down one of the raunchiest things I’ve ever written. I’m not even sure what book it’s going to go into, but damn, Finn inspired it. I had to get it down.
He closes his laptop. “I need to get home to shower and change. How does six sound?”
“Good. Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise, remember?” He smiles.
“Well, at least give me a hint. I have to know how to dress.”
“You’re perfect as you are, Blair. This is nothing fancy. Not tonight. Not for our first date.”
Finn and I have been to dinner plenty of times as friends, and they've been fancy as hell. I can't help but wonder where we're going. It won’t be to one of his restaurants. They’re all upscale. He wouldn’t take me to the club. That’s not my scene and can trigger a panic attack in under five seconds. Too many people pushing around me. Nope. I’m good not going there.