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And I don’t know what the fuck to do about that.
18
NIC
Natalie finally letting Finn pull her skirt off, her panties gone, nothing between us. Finn kissing her, telling her over and over and over again how beautiful she is, how strong. There’s something going on there, but I’d been too out of my mind to pay attention at the time.
Finn, taking me in hand for the first time, no latex to dull the sensation, blinking in surprise when I came too soon.
Watching them together late in the night as Natalie swore she had to leave, right up until Finn kissed her and touched her and bent her over the back of my sofa until she was boneless from her orgasms. It was hours before he drove her home at last.
Nearly forty-eight hours of sex, sleep, eat, and start all over again. Every muscle in my body protested Monday morning, but sweet mercy, it was worth it.
I’ve managed to keep my hands off them since we’ve been back in the office this week. I’m not about to start screwing around at work. There’s been a fair amount of head-slapping when my door is closed. Not only have I gotten involved with my sole employee, but I’ve also managed to get my next-door neighbor tangled up with us as well.
The ways we got tangled up this weekend flash through my mind, creating a filthy flipbook of things to try, and notes for next time, adding themselves to an apparently never-ending wish list. I’d have expected sharing the woman I… have feelings for would be a deal-breaker, but my body doesn’t have a problem with it in the slightest. If anything, Finn seems to make her better, and I certainly can’t bring myself to blame him for wanting her.
By Wednesday evening, I’m about ready to break that not-in-the-office rule, too.
Natalie and Finn are bickering about what to order for dinner, which I wouldn’t usually hear, except I haven’t closed my office door all week, which does fuck-all for my concentration.
Right. Because the door is the problem.
Finn leans over her desk, arguing his point—something about how fried chicken can be healthy, which, honestly, who is he kidding—and Natalie is leaning over, half-standing so they’re nearly nose-to-nose.
I wonder who’s going to break first, if she’ll tug on his tie to close those last couple of inches or if he’ll slide a hand into her hair to guide her lips to his. God. This is exactly why I should never have touched them in the first place. Either of them.
Exactly how badly did I fuck up this weekend? Let me count the ways.
Natalie catches me watching them and smiles. My foolish, foolish heart stutters and flips over in my chest. My pulse picks up, and I’m halfway across the room to go to them when my phone blares an alarm.
Natalie’s face goes from hopeful to bemused. Guess we both forgot I’ve got plans on my own this evening. I gather up my things, close my computer, and lock my office door behind me, something I never used to even consider doing.
We’d moved the petty cash box in there, and Natalie has the only other key to the room. Apart from changing offices altogether, there isn’t much else we can do about the break-in. It’s on the police to find out who did it, assuming they could get there before Rand finds the guy.
“Happy hour?” Natalie says. Finn leans against the wall behind her, sporting the same low-grade heat in his eyes since he left my apartment to drive Natalie home Sunday night.
“You don’t look all that happy about it,” he observes.
“Ha. It’s a networking event.” I feel like a pompous prick just using those words, but that’s what it is. Frankly, I’m not all that happy about it. I’d rather be arguing about dinner plans. “You two have fun at dinner.”
A beat of awkward silence stretches out. Natalie tips her chin up for a second, and I know she wants me to kiss her, but she blinks and sits back, like she’s just remembered where we are.
I haven’t kissed her in three days.
Finn looks between us, rolls his eyes, then strides right up to me. He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss, soft and quick. He lingers over it, his lips clinging to mine, then steps back.
“Not in the office,” I say, way, way too late. I’m half-hard and already wondering whether the office door is locked.
Finn rolls his eyes again. “You’re ridiculous. Knock on my door when you get finished with the good-ole-boys club.”
“It might be late.” Now I’m just being an asshole. I don’t even want to go to this thing.
“We’ll be up. Right, Natalie?” Finn says it with a leer.
Natalie grins, amusement bright in her eyes. I want to kiss her so badly. So I do. Wouldn’t be fair for me to kiss him goodbye and not her.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
