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“Yes, baby,” Finley said into her ear. “Yes, come for me. You’re so beautiful, Molly. God, you’re perfect. Come, baby.”
And Molly did. She came once and then again, when Finley moved back inside her twenty minutes later. The second time, Finley had her mouth on Molly’s clit as she flicked that spot she had found, or maybe even created, inside her. Molly, who had always wondered if the whole G-spot thing was a myth, came twice because someone took the time to get to know her body, to talk to her about her hang-ups, to share some of her own, and to tell her that no matter what, everything would be okay.
When Finley moved back up and rested her hand on her chest, Molly knew that she may only be a five-percent top, but she was one-hundred-percent in love with Finley Storm.
CHAPTER 33
It was interesting to Finley. She had always thought that she and India had had a great sex life. She supposed that was still true, to a degree, but it wasn’t like this. Sure, she had been tempted to do things with India in the office at times, but not nearly in the same way that she was tempted to take Molly into that server room right now. She’d also never had conversations about sex with India how she had with Molly. Her relationship with India had been, for the most part, on India’s terms. She had known that before, but it was even clearer to her now that she had someone with whom she didn’t feel that way. It was partly her fault for giving in to India every time, letting her dictate things, but it had always been easier like that for her. The one way to avoid a fight was to give in to India and go along with whatever it was that she wanted.
Finley was currently watching Molly make a presentation to a room full of managers, and she wasn’t paying attention. She knew she should be. This was important. HR was training all people managers in the company on the new performance management process, and Finley was a manager now. She needed to know this stuff. But Molly was wearing a black pencil skirt with a short slit below the knee and a white button-down tucked into it, and she looked totally and completely sexy. Finleyalso knew what she looked like under all of that now, and that made it even more difficult for her to focus.
As she looked around the conference room with nine more managers, eight of them men, Finley wondered if they were thinking about Molly howshewas right now, and she shook her head rapidly because they better not be.
“Finley?”
“Huh?” she asked, looking up when she realized that Molly was talking to her.
“Are you okay? You were shaking your head. Do you have a problem with the self-evaluation process?” Molly asked with a smirk.
“What? No, it’s great. Love it,” she replied.
Molly lifted an eyebrow at her and said, “Okay. Then, let’s move on.”
‘Yes, let’s,’Finley thought to herself.‘Let’s move on to the end of the day when we’re at home and I can get you naked again and hear those sounds I love so much.’
No, she needed to focus on this stuff, or she would be the only one not following the process in a couple of months. She listened and opened her laptop to take notes, which she only needed to do because it would help her keep her focus on what Molly was teaching and not the teacher herself.
When the meeting was finally over, Finley stayed back and waited for the others to leave.
“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Molly asked as she packed her computer and notebook together and slipped them under her arm.
Finley checked that the glass door was closing, and they were alone in the room.
“Molls, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to distract you with that stupid headshake. I was basically objectifying you the whole time because you looked so hot up there, so confident. But whenI thought that maybe the guys in the room could be doing the same thing, I felt really bad and also like I wanted to punch them, which I still might do because at least one of them was staring at you and not the projector screen behind you.”
Molly laughed and said, “You think they were objectifying me?”
“I knowIwas. Babe, you looked hot up there, telling everyone what to do.”
“You like that? Me telling people what to do?”
“And if you want to tellmewhat to do later tonight, I wouldn’t mind,” Finley offered.
Molly laughed again and replied, “You saw me put this stuff on this morning.”
“I know. Still looks good on you. And you were in your element up there.”
Finley nodded toward the front of the room.
“Well, if you want these guys to stop objectifying me, which I doubt they were doing, at least not in front of you, I have a possible way to do that.”
“You do?”
“They’re moving people around. I had IT before. Then, they shifted things again. It happens a few times a year in HR because we hire more people on one team than another, and an HR partner needs more support or gets pulled to support that growth.”
“You’re moving? Your desk?” she asked. “I just sat next to you.”
“No,” Molly replied with a smirk. “But I now have IT to support.”
