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“Aw, Nic. You’ll break my heart.” He walks over and strokes a hand over it lovingly, right over the spot on the arm where I’d thrown my head back and come all over the place while he and Natalie teased the idea of me fucking him.
Finn catches me adjusting myself under the desk. His eyes spark with mischief. He helps himself to a seat, sprawling out on the couch, legs spread wide, a lot like I had the other night.
“Something on your mind, boss?”
I’m out of my chair and crossing the room before I even realize what I’m doing, shoving him back against the couch, pressing a thigh between his, taking his mouth roughly. I can feel how hard he is through far too much fabric. It shouldn’t be hot, and I shouldn’t be doing this at all, but all the shouldn’t in the room just makes me burn hotter for it. For him.
He makes a surprised noise, his hands pulling me close, one in my hair, the other on my ass, grinding us together in a rhythm that’s going to cause one hell of a mess if I don’t back the fuck up.
“Finn.”
“Natalie will be here any minute,” he growls. “You know she’d love to see this: you wrecking me over this fucking couch.”
I groan into his open mouth, kissing him deeply.
All my rules, my carefully constructed life, blown to hell by a personal assistant and a pain-in-the-ass next-door neighbor. What could possibly go wrong?
The office door clicks, and I break the kiss, catching my breath, thinking Natalie’s going to catch us like this, imagining in a flash what happens after that. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her to lock the door behind her.
“Nic! You in there? I’ve got?—”
It’s not Natalie. Before I’m all the way off the couch, off of Finn, my father barges right through the door to my private office.
He stops, frozen in the doorway.
“Nic?”
I straighten my tie as Finn stands up, buttoning his jacket, tense in a way I recognize as assessing the threat level.
“Hello, Dad.”
The glare he sends me is so malevolent that Finn’s hand moves for his holster.
“Next-door neighbor, huh? You never did have any goddamn sense.”
“You remember Finn Hale.”
“I don’t care if he’s the queen of fucking England. I raised you better than this, Nicolas!”
“You’d better wait out front,” I say to Finn without looking right at him. If I look at him now, something’s going to break.
Finn looks between us. He doesn’t want to leave me alone with my father.
“I’ll be fine.” I can feel the concern, the worry, the care in his expression, but I cannot look at him right now. Finn walks to the door, hesitates, then pulls it shut behind him.
“What the fuck are you thinking? Fucking around with the queer shit.”
“Stop.”
“I will not stop. Do you have any idea what this will do to your reputation?” His voice rises. “To mine?”
I blink. “I did not consider your reputation when I started dating at sixteen. Why should I start now?”
It’s the wrong thing to say. Dad’s face goes so red, it’s nearly purple.
“You dated girls. Not this.” He flings his arm out in the direction of the door.
