Doing It Risqué (New Adult Erotic Romance) Book 2 (4 page)

Louis looked at me, fazed, before I closed it in front of him, locking it straight away.

I huffed and made sure the door was locked by fumbling it around a bit.

In my neck I felt a gentle breeze. I turned my head, only to gaze into magnificent, half-closed, green eyes. Finn had crept up behind me.

His hands took mine and placed them flat on the door, while he planted kisses everywhere around the nape of my neck. He groaned close to my ear. “Who said you could put on your dress again?”

“Finn, you know he came in. I—”

“That doesn’t mean you can just put everything back on again.” I was crushed between him and the door, his body pushed up against mine. He moved his hands along my sides and cupped my breasts between his hands, before unbuttoning my dress, until he reached my navel, then stopped.

“You’re mine, Grace. Mine alone. And I’m going to take you now,” he said, his voice low and possessive.

His fingers slid back across my sternum to my breasts and he flipped them out of their holders with no problem,
and then started twisting them around. I opened my mouth, wanting to moan from both pain and pleasure, but he quickly muffled my mouth with one of his hands.

Finn shushed me. “Don’t make a sound, or they’ll find us.”

I nodded and he brought his hand down to my breast again and played with both.

Between my butt I felt the tenting cock rising, stroking my tender parts. I closed my eyes.

“You feel that? It’s all for you, babe. I’m gonna be inside you soon, rock hard and pounding you ‘till you come again, and you’ll love it.”

“God, yes, Finn,” I mumbled. “Take me.”

He grunted and then lifted my dress up over my ass. My naked pussy was exposed again and he pulled back from me.

“Stay put,” he commanded and I eagerly complied. I’d never been with a man who was so dominant and yet so sweet. Most men were cowards as soon as they realized I had money. They always wanted to please me, so they could get their hands on my fortune, but that meant I was the one in charge. I pulled the reins, they did what I told them, just so they could stay in my presence and enjoy what life offered me and my father.

Finn didn’t care for any of that. He didn’t mind if I liked his demands or not. He didn’t do what I asked so he could get some cash, instead, he did everything he wanted just because he liked to do it. He was the boss, especially during sex, and I enjoyed listening to him. It made me feel powerless and just that was ecstasy alone, being able to fully succumb to a person, knowing they only wanted to make love to you, that was hot.

I heard the elastic band from his cotton
boxers flip over his member. A second after, a rip was audible and a slight plastic squiggle of the condom being wrapped around his dick and then I knew I was close to getting penetrated again. Finn had loved me three times in a row, every day since we met, and it never disappointed me.

Without even talking, he just thrust his cock inside my pussy. I yelped, but then squeezed my lips together to stop more from coming out. Finn’s shaft was huge and pulsating inside me, probably enjoying the fact that he has me under his spell.

“God you’re so tight when you just came,” he said, groaning, “and so wet.”

He pushed me forward with his ever pounding dick inside me, forcing me to hug the cold, hard door. He moved up and down, but placed his legs down right beside mine, so I couldn’t spread.

“I feel more when you’re tensed up, babe,” he whispered in my ear.

My breath hitched when his fingers pinched my nipples, all while he was driving his cock inside me. Feather like kisses were planted on my shoulder blades and spine. He ravaged me, against the door, like some kind of beast, and I loved it. We could be caught any moment, some gardener could look through the window, or someone could force the door open, but it was only exciting me. We were inches away from the bustling hall behind the door and I knew everyone could hear us hammering against it, but it didn’t matter at the time. All I wanted was to come again, together, with his glory inside me.

Finn thrashed into me, sweat trickling from his pectorals onto my butt and I hissed with every drop. His cock thumped against my aching walls and I felt the heat rising underneath my skin. “I’m going to come again, Finn,” I said, moving with his rhythm.

“Yes, yes, yes!” he growled and advanced even more, until we were only inches away. In a new position, his shaft reached my G-spot easily and then I came again. The orgasm that flooded me made my knees buckle and I whimpered under my own weight. Finn held me up straight against the door, breezing like a wild animal. My pussy
convulsed around his member.

His breathing became ragged. “Fuck!” he muttered.

Then a jet of hot liquid spurted up into my pussy, warming me up inside.

He lunged inside me a couple more times, each less powerful than the previous. After a while he stopped and we were both panting. Finn lay down on my back and hugged me tight, breathing air against my naked skin. He stepped back and I felt his flaccid dick flow out of me.

Finn nudged my shoulder and turned me around. After a brief kiss, he removed the used condom and threw it in a trash can, then came back to me. With his fists against the wall, he exhaled loudly, towering over me.

Then a loud banging shook us up. Someone was pounding on the door. I winced and put all my weight into defending this place.

Finn shot across the room, gathering his clothes. “Sorry, Grace. I’d love to stay, but I’d rather not get caught.” He struggled to put on his pants, almost falling over.

“I know,” I said, and I straightened my dress and buttoned it up again. Finn threw over my panties, which I quickly put on. Within seconds he stood in front of me again, fully dressed, sweat dripping from his forehead. He kissed me passionately.

“I won’t be gone forever. Once the guys are doing arranging everything, I’ll be back to claim you,” he said, and then he jolted to the window. Just before he jumped out, he winked at me one last time and I gave him a kiss through the air.

I just stood there for a moment, sighing and still hung on the lingering pleasure he left behind, while the banging on the door continued to shake me. I hoped he had a solid plan. I wanted him to be the man my father would choose.
Finn can make that happen, right?

“Open this goddamn door, right now!” my father bellowed.

My eyes shifted around the room, looking for evidence of our risqué sex, but the only thing I saw were papers
scattered all over the floor. I quickly picked them up and placed them in a neat pile on my desk, then straightened my hair.

After a sigh, I unlocked the door and my father almost fell to the floor, barely holding himself upright by the door handle.

“What the hell are you doing, Grace?”

“Working, father. I was busy, if you couldn’t tell.” In boredom, I looked at my nails, trying to distract my father from the mess on my desk, and my red skin, hoping he wouldn’t notice a thing.

“And you locked the door?”

“Well, if it wasn’t for that douche bag Dexter you invited into our home, the door would be open, but he couldn’t leave me in peace, so I had to lock it.”

My father stepped closer until I could feel his snorts on my face. “Dexter is your future husband. You’ll do as I and as he tell you to do, if you want to remain in my legacy. If he requests your presence then you comply. No buts, no ifs, no nothing. You got that, Grace?” he said, squinting.

I sighed, looking down at the floor to avoid his perpetual gaze. “Yes, father.”

“Good. Dexter’s gone home for now, because of your outburst, but he’ll come back tomorrow. We’re having lunch on the patio and you’ll be there too. We’ll have something to drink together and talk some business.”

We both walked out of the office and I agreed to come. I actually only went along with him, because I didn’t want him to notice what was going on with me and Finn. As the door closed behind us, I sniggered.

***

With the scorching sun shining down upon us, my father and I sat down with Dexter at the white, cast iron table decorated with muffins with chocolate and vanilla toppings, veggie sandwiches and pots with different kinds of tea in it. I slouched down in my chair, yawning, while enjoying the midday sun. It was probably going to be my only pleasure today.

Dexter gorged himself on the food. Gorged was a big word, but it was the truth. He was literally stuffing his mouth with everything he could find, licking his fingers in between.

Bile rose up in my throat. I winced at the sight of him and lost my appetite in the process. Not that I was a big eater anyway. Only Finn could get me to do that.

“So, Dex, how’s business going?” my father said, placing the tops of his fingers onto each other.

An itch ran across my face and I shoo
k my head, scratching my nose.
Oh God, he has a nickname for him now?
Behind my sun-glasses I rolled my eyes.

“Very good, very good, we’ve actually made a nice profit last night, selling new mobile accessories to a company overseas.”

My father gloated. “Well, isn’t that magnificent, Grace?”

When I didn’t respond and was still looking around, he poked me in the side.

“Yeah, cool …” I muttered.

“Apparently, Dex’s father has—”

“Excuse me Mister Bennett, but I have an urgent message,” Louis interrupted.

“Oh, what is it now?” he said, brows furrowed.

“There’s a gentleman at the gate who wants to talk to you about doing business.”

My father clenched his chair. “Is that all? You’re bothering me for that? Just tell him to get lost or come back later.”

“I’m sorry, Mister Bennett, but he said it was very important and that he had an offer you couldn’t refuse. Something about a marriage and a business proposal worth a couple of six figures.”

My eyes and my father’s eyes widened. “What?” we both exclaimed.

I gaped, my father smiled.

“Okay, he’s got my attention alright. Let him in,” my father said. “What’s his name? I’m curious.”

“The family name’s Wood. His first name is Finn.”

My heart fluttered in my chest and I turned around in my seat. Finn!

From the gate came a huge, black limo. Tires scraped by the tiny stones underneath, the car came to a halt right in front of the mansion and a handsome, tan guy with dark hair stepped out. Finn. He was wearing a suit, but the unmistakable grin on his eye made me take my shades off.

“Hello, Mister Bennett,” he said while walking up the steps.

I stood up, my muscles all tensed, not knowing what to do.
Oh my god, he’s here!

“Good day, Mister Wood,” my father said and stood up to shake hands.

“I hope you don’t mind me barging in on your lunch,” Finn said.

I gazed at him, totally zoned out. He looked so nice in his tight, black suit and red tie that was strapped around his neck and he even shaved his stubbly beard. I couldn’t believe he was standing here.

“Oh, no, not at all. I’ve always got spare time to discuss business,” my father said. “So, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

Finn fished out a card from his pocket. “I’m fairly sure you’re interested in what I’ve got to offer.”

My father’s pupils diluted as he stared at the card, his fingers trembling. It took him a while to get his composure back. “By the way, this is my daughter, Grace.” He pointed at me. “And that’s her fiancé, Dexter.” Dexter got up from his chair, which almost fell down to the ground as he scooted it back so fast, he nearly stumbled over it himself.

Finn looked at me and then Dexter and his lip twitched. “What a fine daughter you have.” Finn took my hand and brought it to his mouth. My heart was going crazy as his lips gently brushed my skin, leaving a small peck on top. “Nice to meet you, Grace.”

“Hi,” I stammered, my skin glowing red hot.

A sly smile appeared on his face. As he let me go, he turned his attention toward Dexter and gave him a firm handshake. Dexter squirmed in his seat.

My father sat down again and coughed. “Please, sit.”

Finn didn’t wait a second, grabbed a chair and sat down next to me.

“So, let’s get straight to business. What’s this offer you’re talking about?” my father said.

“My father owns the largest oil company in the world,” Finn said. “I think we can be of great use to each other. As you might have heard, I’m willing to support your company with a six figure deal.”

My father squinted. “What’s the catch?”

Finn bent over the table, asserting some kind of persuasive posture. “There is no catch. All I ask is your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

I started breathing heavily.

“What? That’s not possible,” Dexter said.

My father shushed him and then looked at me. “Something tells me you’ve got to do with this.”

My head shifted from left to right.
What to do, what to say?
“I um … I …”

“Her butler introduced me to the idea,” Finn said, helping me out.

“Yeah, Louis snagged him for me. I saw his ad and immediately wanted to see him,” I said. “So I asked Louis to invite him over.”

“Oh, I did?” Louis muttered, standing next to me.

I gave him a sideway kick against the sheens and he winced. “Yes, yes, that’s right. I found Mister Wood and told your daughter this might be a good idea, seeing as you want her to marry and Finn seems fortunate.”

“And willing,” Finn added.

“Are you kidding me?” Dexter said, but nobody responded.

We all looked at my father, who was stroking his mustache. It was quiet for a few seconds. “So, let me get this straight. Louis found Finn, told Grace about it, and she asked Louis to invite him here?”

“Yes!” we all said, in choir.

“What is this?” Dexter smacked his fist on the table. “You can’t be serious about this.”

“Let me think, boy,” my father said.

“No, you promised me,” Dexter said, but my father ignored him.

“Alright. Done. Finn Wood, if you can make my daughter happy and provide a good support towards our common goal, then we have a deal,” my father said.

“That’s absurd!” Dexter threw his napkin on the table.

“Oh, be quiet!” my father said.

“Yes, Dexyboy, please fuck off. I’ve made it very clear I want nothing to do with you. I’ll choose Finn over you a million times,” I said.

Finn looked my way, smiling, and we exchanged a wink. I couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in my stomach go haywire.

“No, this is not alright.” Dexter stood up. “She was mine. We had an arrangement.”

“Hey, I’m not someone’s property, asshole,” I said, clenching my fists.

“I do not remember signing the contract yet and since you haven’t made a very good impression on my daughter, you’re out of luck, kiddo. The deal’s off,” my father said and looked at Dexter.

“What? You can’t do this. I won’t accept this!” Dexter stampeded across the patio. “You’ll hear from me. My father won’t let you get away with this. He’ll wreck your business and turn it to dust!” Dexter walked down the steps of the mansion.

“Tell him I said ‘hi’ and that he can fuck off too, just like you!” I yelped, laughing.

“You’ll regret this; I’ll make sure of that!” Dexter screamed.

I threw him the middle finger. “Bye, Dexyboy!”

“Dexyboy?” Finn said.

I slumped back down in my seat and turned my head toward Finn. “You don’t want to know. I don’t even want to know. Good riddance.”

Finn smiled, his white teeth shimmering in the sun. I don’t know how he managed to fool my father or where he got the car, the clothes, the business card and the sudden gentleman talk, but it was more than welcome. He was here, his plan was working and we could be together. I couldn’t imagine this day anymore perfect.