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“What are we doing in here?” she asked, checking for Levi or Rusty.
“They’re on the first floor, working on the remodel,” Finley said. “I just checked on them. They won’t be here for hours, if at all.”
The door closed behind them, and for the first time, Molly noticed that there were no windows around, just walls of computers or servers or something that she knew nothing about, and the door behind her. Finley moved into her, and suddenly, Molly’s back was against that door, and Finley’s hands were on her hips.
“Finley!”
“I wanted to kiss you last night, and not on the cheek.”
“We don’t have to talk about–”
“You’re right; we don’t,” Finley interrupted.
Then, she leaned in, but Molly didn’t move. She couldn’t. She was frozen in time. She had wanted this for so long, and as things buzzed and beeped around her, Finley pressed her lips to hers for the first time. It wasn’t exactly the soft music in the background that Molly had hoped for, but she supposed this was even better. Finley was surrounded by computers, which she loved, and Molly had had many fantasies of them doing this and much more in this very room.
When her brain finally caught up, she actually remembered to move her lips against Finley’s. Finley’s hands moved to cup both of her cheeks, and she held Molly there as if telling her that she didn’t want any more kisses on the cheek until she had this one. Molly wouldn’t argue with that. Slowly, the kiss built, and she moaned a little. Her hands remembered how to work and moved straight into Finley’s hair. God, this was just how she had imagined it. She ran her fingers through the wavy strands, loving thatshewas the one who could do this. Finley’s hand dropped to Molly’s hip again, and then, it was under her shirt, just resting on her skin there. When Finley’s lips pulled back, Molly almost insisted that they return, but Finley’s mouth was on her neck, and her hand was sliding up a little higher with every kiss, nip, and suck of Molly’s neck.
“God, you feel good,” Finley whispered into her ear. “I wanted this last night, Molls. I just wasn’t sure you were ready.”
“I was. I was,” she replied and let her hand fall into the back of Finley’s shirt, resting her hand between Finley’s shoulder blades.
Her other hand found Finley’s lower back and moved under the shirt there as well, bringing Finley even closer to her body, needing to feel her warmth and her strength as if to prove to herself that this wasn’t a dream; it was actually happening. When Finley’s hand slid up a little higher until it was just under Molly’s breast, she knew she wasn’t dreaming because hernipples hardened instantly, and she opened her eyes because she knew they were going too far. They needed to stop. They were at work. Technically, anyone with a badge allowing them access to this room could walk in at any moment and find them making out against the door. Then, Finley’s hand was on her breast over her bra.
“Oh, fuck,” she let out.
“Too much?” Finley asked.
“No,” she replied. “Yes.”
Finley continued to massage Molly’s breast but only for a moment longer before her handandher lips were gone.
“Wait. Why’d you stop?”
“Because I should,” Finley told her and pecked her lips. “But I don’t want to. Does that count for anything?”
“Everything,” Molly replied, and Finley smiled at her as she cupped her cheek. “I thought you were going to kiss me last night, and I messed things up again,” she added, leaning into the touch.
“You didn’t mess anything up,” Finley said and kissed her quickly. “You were cute. Besides, it’s not like I announced that I was going for the cheek. I thought about asking to come inside.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because I don’t want to pressure you.”
“Into sex?”
“Into anything.”
“Why are you worried about that?” Molly asked.
“Because I really want you,” Finley admitted. “Like, I want you so much, I just touched your breast at work. And you’re HR, so that probably makes it even worse.”
“Evenbetterif you’re in my shoes right now,” Molly replied. “And you’re right: we shouldn’t be doing this here.”
“I know. I just kept looking over at you, and I knew you were feeling awkward about last night.”
“How?”
“Well, you moved documents around until they formed different shapes. You had a square and a rectangle after that. I also realized that the newbie sitting across from you was staring at me, probably wondering why I was watching you and smiling, because I think you’re fucking adorable. If she comes to you with an HR complaint later about me being a creeper, will you defend my honor?”
