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“Is that a bad thing?”
He turns, dropping his keys on the ground with a clink, gripping my waist, and spinning us both to press my back to his door. It’s fully dark out here, nobody in sight. My hands slide over his broad shoulders, relishing the thick muscles, digging in the way I’ve spent the last several days fantasizing about.
The man is built. Not a gym monster, but big and broad and thick enough that I feel positively dainty by comparison. I’ve never felt dainty before in my life.
He kisses me again, hands roaming like he’s trying to make a map of me, tracing every seam on my clothes he can find.
“I thought about doing this every minute of the last two days.” His murmur is low, close to my ear, as he licks a line of kisses down my neck. “You’re trembling so hard. Does that surprise you?”
I must make some kind of noise in response because his hands tighten, and he pulls me closer, that thick ridge of flesh between his legs pressing into my hip. God knows I’ve been thinking about it, too. He keeps going, his big hands sweeping over me as though he can’t get enough. I hold on for dear life. More.
“I was sure you knew what I was thinking. Every time I looked at you, all prim and poised and perfect, sitting at your desk. All I wanted to do was?—”
My skirt pulls taut, sliding up, as he cups a hand behind my knee, lifting my leg and angling his hips just so to rock up against where I want him most. The need bubbles up, and I cry out.
“God, we need to get inside.” His hips pulse again and again. I’m shaking from the inside out, unable to stop the noises coming out of my throat. Nothing like words, but anybody who hears them is going to know exactly what’s going on.
If he keeps this up?—
Finn hitches my leg higher, threading a hand into my hair, pressing me into his door.
“Can’t stop,” he whispers. “Can’t stop. God.”
A door opens nearby, too close.
Caught.
Everything freezes. The noises, the blood pounding in my ears. Even the air around us.
Finn straightens up, inch by inch. Slowly, he releases my leg, smoothing my skirt down from where it had ridden up over the top of my stockings. He moves a small, respectful step back, taking my hand in his.
I refuse to open my eyes, realizing what’s about to happen. I can’t look. I can’t. If I open my eyes, I’m going to die.
“Hello, Nic,” says Finn.
11
FINN
“Finn.” Nic’s eyes are blank, entirely unreadable. “Natalie.” He turns back to his apartment and shuts the door.
Natalie slumps, her head thumping back on my door, her eyes squeezing shut.
“Oh, God.”
I pull her hand up, pressing a quick kiss to the back. Retrieving my keys, I let her inside, wishing I’d done it five minutes ago if only to spare her getting caught like that. Natalie stands in the middle of the small hallway, her hands over her face, shaking her head.
“Oh, God,” she mumbles over and over.
“Hey.” I wait until she looks up at me from between her fingers. Her face is burning pink, and I know she’s embarrassed, but damn, she’s adorable. “It’s going to be okay.”
“How can you say that?” she asks.
I take her hand, kissing it again. “We’re consenting adults. Nic is perfectly aware of what happens when two people like each other.”
A hint of humor comes into her expression. “Liking each other isn’t what I’d call what we were doing out there.”
“You wouldn’t? Because I liked it a lot.”
