Doing It Risqué (New Adult Erotic Romance) Book 2 (3 page)

A few days later I was working in my office, replying to customers and taking phone calls for my father’s business. It was my normal routine, going through this every other day of the week, because my father refused to pay more for a personal assistant and so he charged me to do his annoying work, because I was cheap. I always wished I could just start my own company, something with selling clothes or creating fashion, but of course, my father wouldn’t allow it. He made sure every attempt ended in disaster.

My day couldn’t get any worse, I thought, until Dexter blatantly came into my room.

“What?” I asked, not looking up to meet him. I wasn’t going to pay him any attention, not unless I had a good idea to scare him off, but I was too busy thinking of what Finn was planning to focus on getting rid of the pimply guy.

“Hello, Grace,” he said.

I didn’t respond and kept on typing, hoping he would catch on to my mood.

“Lovely day, isn’t it?” He cleared his throat.

For the love of God, why won’t this dude just give up and go home? Persistent little wimp.

“Yeah, great. What do you want?” I slammed my hand on the table and he jolted up and down. I suppressed a giggle.

“I was wondering if you’d go for a walk with me?”

“Oh, right, you think I’d do that? Who gave you that idea?”

“Your father, as a matter of fact.” He put his glasses straight.

“Of course he did … so that’s how you came in.”

“Well, he thought it was wise to talk about our arrangement and I do too.”

“Oh, really?” I stood up, my heartbeat rising, my face warming up. “Well for your information I’m busy, if you didn’t notice.”

He straightened his back and scrunched his lips. “Yes, I did, but you have plenty of time left to do that petty job, so come with me, now. We have plenty to discuss.”

I winced. My blood rose to my head and I swear I was almost to the point of boiling over. I barged to Dexter and stood not an inch away from his face. “Listen up, dude. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, or what you’re planning here, but I’m sure as hell not marrying a puny, self-righteous bastard like you who thinks jobs like mine are petty. So get out.”

He looked me straight in the eye, not moving an inch. Jesus, this guy had some nerves.

“We’ll see about that,” he said.

“Get your ugly ass out of here before I call the guards.” I walked over to the door, pulled it open and pointed outside.

Dexter turned around, cocked his head, sniffed,
and then walked out like he was the king of the world. I threw the world, or in other words ‘the door’, in his face and huffed.

I screamed aloud, not able to hold back the anger that was tearing me up on the inside. This douche had the nerve to come into my house unasked for, claim me as his wife, and belittle me like that. And my father was the culprit behind it all. I wanted only freedom, to live my own life, and now I was punished for it.

I slouched down to the floor, my back scraping the thick, wooden door as I whimpered softly.

Then I heard a scratching noise coming from the window just behind my desk. I looked up and saw a familiar person climbing through the framework.

“Finn!” I shouted, a bit too loud, and slapped my hand in front of my face.
Shit, shut up, Grace. Nobody can know I slept with him, let alone that he’s here right now.

I stood up while Finn brushed his brown hair from his eyes and puffed. “That’s a long way up, but I made it.” He gave me a lopsided smile, his crooked nose moved sideways when he laughed and I loved it. I loved every bit of imperfection about him.

He walked over to me and clenched his arms around me, picked me up and twirled me around. “Whoa, Finn!” I yelped. “What are you doing here?” I knew we couldn’t be seen together, even though I wanted him around, this was dangerous.

“I just had to see you,” he said when he put me down again.

I blushed and smiled, but didn’t know quite what to say. I didn’t want him to leave and yet I knew it was only a matter of time until we’d be discovered and he’d be captured by my father. I wanted to avoid that at all cost.

“Finn, you can’t be here. My father will kill you.”

“Relax, I’ve got it covered. My bud’s holding him down on the phone with an offer he can’t resist right now. Only thing he doesn’t know is that it’s a sham.” He chuckled, dimples brightened his face and I couldn’t help but caress his cheek.

“But—” I said.

“Outlaws don’t play by the rules, Grace,” he said, interrupting me. He placed his hand on top of mine. “Nothing will keep you from me.”

He didn’t waste any more time and planted his rugged lips on mine. His fevered kisses were swift and brutal, almost voracious, but also very loving and amorous. When Finn kissed me, it was like everything around me dissipated and my problems ceased to exist. All that was left was me and him, snagged in an eternal vortex of affection.

I folded my arms around his sturdy neck and pulled him closer. The smell of his muggy clothes, the sand and mud stuck to his skin and his sweat that shimmered on his skin was what I cherished. Most people would be abhorred by the dirt, but it was a part of Finn and his job and I adored everything he was, including the imperfections.

His hands drifted from my sides to my back and down to my butt, squeezing it. I jolted up and down from the sudden pinch, but he only pushed himself onto me more. With his tongue he forced my mouth to open and wriggled his way in my mouth, pivoting around. Moaning, I took it with pleasure and my hand slipped down across his hefty back, along the edges of his shoulder blades that stuck out and down his spine toward his butt. Squeezing it, I pulled him even closer and he grunted.

“See, I’m not the only one who can’t resist,” he murmured close to my ear. I chortled a little. Finn planted a few kisses on my neck, just below my ear and I closed my eyes. He trailed his way down toward my collarbones and let his lips slide along it, creating a path of saliva. Then suddenly he cupped his hands below my butt and picked me up from the floor.

I shrieked. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you. I’m the only man allowed, now aren’t I?” he said with a smug, his voice possessive. “Lucky me.”

I grinned as he walked to the other side of the room holding me. “Only you, Finn. I want only you.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” His sudden dominating behavior was arousing and I felt a shiver run through me.

Oh my god, Finn just comes here and takes me like I’m his property! I love it.

With one sweep, he propelled all my paperwork off the desk. I couldn’t care less.

He placed me down on the wooden desk and stood between my legs, which were still entwined behind his back. I was still hanging on his neck, gazing into his emerald eyes which seemed full of carnal desire. It turned me on so much, my panties were getting wet without him even touching them.

My finger slithered across his shirt, going all the way down to his belt buckle and then I pulled his shirt up over his head. The naked torso that appeared underneath was hot and wet, dripping with sweat.

“My god, you look good,” I said, licking my lip. My eyes drifted over his body, the trained biceps, hulky pectorals and his massive abs and I couldn’t help but touch him everywhere my eyes preyed.

He laughed. “You look damn hot yourself too. Do you like getting me horny? Because that’s what you do to me, Grace,” he said.

My eyes traveled all the way down to his pants and when I saw the bulge in his jeans protruding forward, my heart started pounding in my chest like it wanted out.

Gently, he drew my arms off his shoulders and licked every finger.

“Lie down,” he said, sweet, but insistent.

Then he nudged me forward, so I lay backside down on the hard desk. Finn began to unbutton my flowery yellow dress, starting from the top and ending at the bottom, then slipped his fingers underneath, urging me to buckle and meet his touch.

He slid his calloused fingers across my belly, moving the dress sideways, exposing more skin with each stroke. Right before he reached the bottom of my breast, he bit his lip. “Hmm … so very tempting.” The last bit of fabric glided off my skin, showing my black, laced bra.

Finn moved his fingers up and cupped my breasts with both hands, making me moan, while he massaged them both. Then he let go again and trailed his fingers down to my belly button again … and lower.

“A set of black panties? Don’t tell me you were expecting me?” He groaned.

“Just a coincidence,” I said, but I knew it wasn’t the truth. I’d put on this expensive silk just for that tiny chance that I’d see him again. And now I finally did.

I couldn’t suppress a moan when he shifted a finger right on top of my aching clit.

“Nice,” he whispered and slid a couple of fingers across my vulva, moving up and down in a random pattern of pure deliciousness.

I knew anyone could come inside at any moment and find us here, half naked, with Finn stroking my nub, but I couldn’t care less. It was actually exciting to know that we could be caught and every passing second that we didn’t only heightened the pleasure. I felt dirty, in a sexual way, and liked it.

He circled around my throbbing knob a few more times, then abruptly stopped and bent down to his knees.

“Finn? What are you going to do?” I asked, peering up from under my awkward position.

He shushed me. “Just be quiet and enjoy.”

I felt his lips on my feet and his fingers that unwrapped the clips of my heels and heard how they dropped to the floor. He kissed a way up to my kneecaps and slipped his finger along the same path on my other leg.  His lips were warm and moist, moving up from my shuddering thighs toward my pussy. My clit was pulsating when he reached my panties.

He clenched the fabric between his teeth and pulled it all the way down, then ripped it off my feet. Finn came back up quickly and licked my other leg until he reached my labia again and then gently pressed his tongue between them.

Sweet Jesus, he got me!

A shock just like lightning sizzled through my body. I moaned and grasped my dress, because I needed something to squeeze. The thrill was just too much to bear.

Finn grabbed my upper legs and nudged them apart. His tongue circled around my nub and moved up and down my slit until I was soaking wet. Every time a slight whimper escaped my mouth, his movements only grew faster and ferocious, as if he liked seeing me quiver. He grunted when I clutched his arms, my vagina fluttering.

Flicking his tongue up and down my pussy had me crying out in agony. He was toying with my private parts and looked up at me every now and then, smirking, as if he enjoyed torturing me. Moving soft and slow, grazing my nub, he muffled a laugh.

“Oh, Finn, stop teasing me,” I muttered.

“Beg,” he demanded.

“I beg you, Finn, please give me more.”

“As you wish, my Grace,” he said, laughing. He’d found such a funny nickname for me, but it was absurdly comical and quite like Finn. I loved it.

Then he found the entrance with his tongue and drove it in.

Yes, yes, God yes!

Alternating between kissing my knob and shoving his tongue in and out, made me insane. His hands moved up along my ribs and cupped my breasts. He nudged my flesh out of the bra and then pinched my nipples. I moaned, rising higher to my climax. He suckled on my clit and rubbed my nipples in between his index fingers and thumbs. As he fervently licked my delicate parts, my muscles clamped and I exploded.

I came apart in his mouth. My body quivered, my breasts jiggled under his hands and I arched my back, driving my pussy into his mouth. I knew it was slutty, but I also knew Finn didn’t mind. He seemed to enjoy it, his eyebrows arching up and down, while he continued to flick his tongue along my clit until I wasn’t contorting anymore.

I panted, exhausted from this burst of happiness that emanated from my groin and washed through my body. Meanwhile, Finn stood up and unbuckled his belt.

“I’m gonna shoot a mother lode inside you, if you don’t mind.” He bit his lip. His face was red and wet from my juices. He moved swift, agitated, as if he couldn’t wait.

“Hmm … I hope so,” I said, giggling, while still lying flat on the table.

Then I heard the doorknob squeak.

My eyes widened and I shot up. Finn turned around, cocking his head, then scooted off. I got up with a racing heart and frantically buttoned my dress back together, just in time before Louis, our butler, came in. Finn was standing right behind the door, pants on the floor.

“Everything alright, miss Grace? I heard a strange noise in here,” he said.

I blinked a couple of times. “Uh … yeah, everything’s okay in here.” I walked forward, close to the door, hoping to conceal Finn with my body. Louis stood in the opening.

“Do you need anything?” he said.

“Nope, I’m fine, thanks.” I turned her around and helped him outside.

“Are you sure?” Louis cocked his head around.

“Yes, yes, just leave me to it. I have much work to do. I don’t want to be disturbed any time soon,” I said and pushed him out far enough so I could close the door. “Thanks, bye!”