Page 61 of The Boss I Can't Stand
I texted Paisley and asked her to come to set to take over as wardrobe assistant. Once I’d handed over my duties, I made my way down to Finn’s office with my head held high. I didn’t care if he was unhappy with the result. We’d crushed this fix, and if he wanted to say otherwise, I was more than ready to put up a fight. I refused to let him frame this as anything other than a win. I was buzzing with victory.
I knocked, slipping through the door as his voice echoed, telling me to come in.
“Sierra, you’re a goddamn miracle worker!” he said, taking me by surprise. He shook his head in disbelief. “I really don’t know how you pulled that off in a matter of hours.”
I laughed, a little uncertain myself. “With a whole lotta help and caffeine,” I said. “But don’t discredit yourself. Without you, there’d be no material.”
He waved that off. “X texted me.”
“He thought it was okay?”
“More than okay.” He showed me his phone and the message from X. It read:And this is exactly why I told you to hire her.
Elation burst in my chest, and I just couldn’t hold back anymore. As far as I was concerned, Finn and I had just saved the friggin’ day.
I grabbed him by the lapels of his suit jacket and hauled him toward me, kissing him the way I’d wanted to last night, pouring all of my adrenaline-laced desire into the moment. If he rejected me after this, so be it. I was going to celebrate my win.
But Finn didn’t hesitate to return the kiss, immediately tossing his phone aside and threading his fingers into my hair, tugging my clip out. I pulled back, a little breathless.
He looked me in the eyes, his expression so intense I forgot to breathe. “Are you sure?” he growled, his words warm against my lower lip. “Once we do this, there’s no going back.”
“Yes,” I said, consequences be damned. I wanted him. Here. Now. “Yes.”
And then he devoured my mouth hungrily, the two of us stumbling until the backs of my legs hit one of the armchairs.
Finn’s hands roamed beneath my shirt, searching out skin, and I let him. I was starving for that touch. Desperate. Needy. And I made that known, moaning into his mouth as his hands sank lower, cupping the heat between my thighs. It felt like a jolt of electricity.
“Sit down.”
I arched one eyebrow at the intensity of his voice. Was that an order?
“Now,” he said, and there was no mistaking his tone.
I sank down in the chair, my legs turning to jelly as I did. Finn sank to the floor between my legs, and I helped him maneuver my pants off. He ran kisses up my thighs, nipping at the bared skin, rubbing the scruff of his jaw against delicate flesh until he finally settled in the place I wanted him most.
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed under my breath as he started eating me out right there in his office. I worried momentarily about whether the door was locked, but that thought slipped away as I jerked against his face, my hands curling into the fabric on the arms of the chair.
His tongue flicked over my clit, driving me to the edge and back repeatedly. I needed more, moaning his name as I sank my hand into his hair. He lifted a finger, running it around my clit in circles before dipping lower.
His eyes flicked to mine, and I nodded wordlessly, aching for him. Finn slipped one finger inside me, then a second, and as he pumped them, he latched his lips onto my clit, sucking rhythmically. With a sudden groan, I came hard, my thoughts blacking out.
When I surfaced from the orgasm, all of Ro’s ridiculous fantasy scenarios raced through my mind. They all paled in comparison. I opened my eyes, finding Finn with his head against my thigh, smirking.
“Have you rejoined the land of the living?”
I grinned, tugging at him. He got to his feet and leaned down to kiss me. As he did, I reached out, palming his cock through his pants. His erection was hard, straining, and he groaned as I squeezed it. He stepped away long enough to rifle through his desk, returning with a condom.
“You keep condoms in your desk?” I asked.
“In my wallet,” he said.
That made me feel a little better. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. Then he sat down and tugged me onto his lap. His erection pressed against me, and I almost gasped at the size of him as he freed his cock from his pants, sliding on the condom. I really shouldn’t have been surprised. Everything about Finn was perfect.
Once the condom was on, I placed my hands on his shoulders, grinding against him, my desire reigniting as I throbbed for him.
“What do you want?” he asked, one hand sliding beneath my shirt to squeeze my breast, the other dropping lower to tease my clit again.
“You…” I moaned, my eyes closing. “More of that.”
