Page 103 of The Boss I Can't Stand
“Tires are probably flat.”
“Plus, your closet has way more room for my glass slippers than the one back in my apartment,” I said.
Finn snorted. “Well, as long as we’ve got the closet space issue settled.”
“Exactly.” I trembled with desire. With happiness. “Kintsugi sculptures, cockblocking cats, and huge closets. What more could a girl want?”
“Anything,” he answered. “Say the word, and I’d give you the whole world on a platter. I mean it, Sierra.”
My heart thundered. “Taking this fairy godmother thing a little too seriously, aren’t you?”
“Only for the rest of our lives,” he said. “Ask and it’s yours.”
“Fuck me,” I said, my words whispered against his ear as he reached his hand between us to touch my clit. It had been too long since I’d known his touch, and my body responded, needy and impatient as he stroked me. It felt so good that the months we’d been apart vanished like nothing but a bad dream, memories of sadness overpowered by waves of pleasure.
“Like this?” he said.
My eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensation of him. “Yes,” I breathed.
“Or like this?” He shifted, dipping two fingers into me as he applied pressure to my clit. My hips bucked. “Look at me, Sierra. I want to see you lose your mind when I make you come.”
I struggled to open my eyes, straining to focus on him as delicious anticipation swirled through my lower belly. “Finn,” I moaned.
“That’s right. Say my name,” he growled in my ear as he curled his fingers. I could feel his cock heavy against my thigh. I wanted him inside me.Now.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please what?” he said. “Please fuck you? Please unravel you?” He moved faster, rocking his fingers in and out as tension gathered inside me, tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.
“Finn!” I cried, pressing my hand to his chest, fingers grasping at defined muscle.
“That’s it,” he said, turning tighter circles around my clit. Ripples started from my core, stretching out across my body as I moaned his name. “Yes, say my name.Scream it,” he growled in my ear as the orgasm took me.
Finn tugged his fingers away, looking down at me, waiting for a breathless nod before replacing his fingers with his cock. The sensations intensified as he sank inside me, and I savored the stretch as another heady spasm rippled through me. I groaned again as Finn started moving, sinking so deep that a second wave of desire surged through me, hard and fast.
I wasn’t sure if he’d tipped me into another orgasm or if it was the same one, stretched out exquisitely, but my head spun, bliss hovering just behind my eyelids. I wanted to wring out every ounce of pleasure,but as Finn’s movements grew more erratic, I clutched him to me, cradling him through the trembling release of his own orgasm.
“I love you,” he rasped into my ears. “I love you, I love you…”
I glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand. It was well after midnight, Finn was in my arms, and I was no longer Cinderella with her pumpkin coach, trying to outrun the clock. There were no more cameras. No more interviewers waiting for scripted answers. No more PR dates.
We were just Finn and Sierra.
Real.
Flawed.
And ready to start again.
38
SIERRA
“Okay,” Ro said, rubbing her hands together as she walked into the costume shop at the Hart of Gold Productions lot. “I’m ready to be wowed!”
I took her hands in mine as she reached my side. It was the official first day of preproduction onSome Kind of Chemistry, and after accepting the position of costume designer—which Finn had left open all this time, hoping I’d change my mind—I’d knuckled down, prepping costume inspo for today.
“This actually feels a little surreal, doesn’t it? This isyourmovie. Like a big summer blockbuster rom-com.”
