Page 63 of He Who Sleeps

"I'm in the old city," he told her. "In one of the brownstones off Locust that got renovated a couple of years ago."

Nice area. Way nicer than where she lived. Her apartment was nice, but all her guys were wealthy and it showed. “Oh, that’s a nice area. You are near the park,” she said and squeezed him, grinning as he thickened in her hand. Fuck, he was perfect. She shifted slightly and pumped her hand down his length.

"I'm coming in that soft little cunt of yours this time," he told her softly. "I've missed being inside you."

She shifted again and sank down on him, sighing. “I missed you inside me, though this is...different.” She moved slowly, loving the feel of him, the long deep strokes at a languid pace. “Oh...Finn...fucking heaven...”

"I'm a twisted fucker and I have my kinks, but I don't have to be like that all the time," he told her, strong fingers dimpling the flesh of her hips. "I'll take you to church when I want to, and I'll make you into a shocking modern art piece, but sometimes I just want to look at you while we...fuck." He'd been about to say 'make love.' She was sure of it.

“I love the way you take me,” she said and shuddered on a downstroke. “But I need this, too...this...connection.” She gasped as he wrenched her down hard. She pulsed around him. “I love your kinks, Finn. And I love feeling you inside me like this...it’s holy in its own way.”

"It is." He was coming undone, color rising in his cheeks as he rose up into her. It was so fucking hot that he was still in his suit, the soft, expensive fabric sliding against her thighs.

Fucking at work was something she never expected to do, but boy if she could have this every day... “Mmmm....you feel so fucking good...”

"Damn right I do," he smirked, his breath starting to go ragged. "No one else fucks you like I do."

“No...fuck no...” she moaned and shuddered, the orgasm punching through her calm. A gasp left her as she shook for him, her arms around his neck as she started to ride him harder, faster. “Oh fuck... Please...please...”

He braced his feet against the floor and slammed up into her, again and again, dragging her orgasm out as he chased his own, until finally he came with a soft grunt, shoving it into her with inelegant rhythm as he milked it out.

Panting, she slowed, a little moan escaping her. “The fucking best.” She hissed and ground down onto him, feeling them pulse in tandem.

"Let's not tell the others that," he whispered, his breath teasing the shell of her ear. "They might get jealous and that would ruin a good thing."

“You all fuck me the best, just in different ways...” Well, except Easton. She kissed his neck. “But you are the bestest.” She giggled and nipped him. “My sexy work distraction.”

"Distraction?" He raised an eyebrow. "I'm your job today, Petra. You'd better work hard."

“The hardest. I meant that you coming in before this was always a distraction...the thoughts that ran through my head about you...”

"Then I guess we'd better see how many of those we can make a reality today," he chuckled. "But I could do with a bagel first. This is going to take some serious carbs."

She giggled. “I’m kinda afraid if I slide off you we are going to ruin these pants.”

"Fuck it." He shrugged. "I'll call a car to take me home. No one is going to see them."

“Well then...” She climbed off his lap, pouting at the loss of him and pulled her dress over her head, leaving her in just her bra, thigh-highs and heels, his cum trickling down her thighs. She turned and walked over to the boxes. “Cream cheese?”

"And bacon," he said mildly, watching the slick run down her legs. "New kink unlocked. I need to buy you a dozen pairs of those stockings."

Looking over her shoulder she grinned. She felt naughty, and sexy, and the look on his face had her body clenching. “I won’t say no to that. I love stockings. They always make me feel naughty.” She grabbed his bagel and a donut for herself, biting into the sweet goodness, the jelly shooting out and onto her chest. “Oops!”

"Oops?" He burst out laughing. "Like you didn't do that on purpose, you little minx. If you wanted me to lick your tits, why didn't you just say so?"

She laughed and shook her head. “Would that I was that smooth. I literally bit the wrong end.” She showed him the hole that they made to put the jelly in. “But apparently my mistake is your dessert.”

"Give a man a chance to eat first," he laughed. "And then I'll come for that jelly with pleasure."

“You will need your strength,” she said and wiped the powered sugar from the corner of her mouth. “I plan to be demanding today, since I can be.” Leaning back on Lorne’s desk, which was seriously defiled, she might have to buy him a new one since it was only going to get worse, she finished her donut in silence, and watched as Finn had his own breakfast. “Coffee? Or there’s juice in the fridge...”

"I finished my coffee. I'll just have some water. Keeping you occupied is thirsty work." Getting up to fetch himself a glass, he used the opportunity to unbutton the top of his shirt and shrug out of it, tossing it across the back of the office chair when he returned. "Don't get too comfortable on that desk," he teased. "I wasn't kidding about fucking you on every flat surface we can find. I wasn't kidding about the window, either. Speaking of...I hope the front door is locked?"

She nodded slowly, taking in the beauty that was Finn without a shirt. Gods, could he be hotter? Licking her lips, she gave him a sexy grin. “Of course it’s locked. I’m a damn good assistant.” She winked. “And you are edible.”

"Still hungry?" He shoved his open trousers down his thighs. "Feel free to feast...”

Gods, she loved how cocky he was, how sure and in control. Men like that did not look twice at her before, hell, both her exes weren’t anywhere close to dominant...but her seven, they lived there, even Leo with his sweet nature with her. She was on him like a shot, this day getting crazier as she went to her knees in front of him, her body and her need for him like she was a different person.

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