~ ~ Beatrix ~ ~

My eyes practically begged me to look away from the spreadsheet I'd been staring at all morning with Ivy.  "Reducing office space.  Marketing costs slashed and staff reshuffle. I think we've done it." We'd come ten percent under our target for the current year's spending.

Ivy snapped her fingers. "Not we, Trix," and pointed. "—you!"

"It's a team effort Ivy—there's no 'I' in team!"  Ivy never grasped how important she was to my success here in London. I would be lost without her. 

She waved it off before rising to stretch out her legs.  "Okay, I'll take some credit, but please, let's not do that again!"

"With the new signings and our overheads cut.  I can't see why we would need to."

Ivy dropped down into her seat. "So, does this make you less nervous?"

Nope.  "Yes."  My tone came out confident but I twisted my mouth in frustration, not with Ivy, but at myself.

"Liar."

My shoulders slumped.  Sean had messaged me to say he was planning a visit and his words... To go over a few things, didn't sit well with me.

But I didn't want Ivy worrying.  "You're one to talk about lying. How about you tell me what you're hiding?"  She'd vanished on Saturday night, only coming home late last night to grill me for details.

She shrugged. "Nuuuuthin'" teasing the word but letting nothing show on her face.

Hmm, yeah.  And I'm the queen of England.  "You realise eventually you will need something from me, and I won't give it to you until you confess what you're keeping from me!"

"Meh..." she poked out her tongue, tossing in crazy eyes and a little head wobble.

My stomach rumbled.  And I remembered I was supposed to have lunch with Cam today... until he'd requested personal leave.

"You want me to run out and grab us something to eat? " Her phone pinged, and she fished it from my desk, grinning as she read it and fired off a response.  "I could do with some fresh air."

"James?" I tried to see who she was replying to.

"Nope."  She dropped her phone into her lap as a hint of a smile played on her ruby-red lips.

"I don't think I like secretive Ivy."  Keeping my face straight, which lasted all of a few seconds. "C'mon tell me..." I sounded whiny.

"Nothing to tell. Now, what do you want to eat?"

Way to divert the conversation.  But I'd worm it out of her, eventually.  "Fine!" Pouting. "Anything, as long as cheese is in the equation."

Ivy left, leaving me to worry about Sean's visit and Cam cover coming over tonight.  He wanted to talk and the last thing I wanted to do was dwell at that right now.

Half an hour later, Ivy burst through my office door with our lunch dangling from her hand in a paper bag... yes!  She'd gone to my favourite deli.  God, I loved this woman.

"Look who I found loitering!" said Ivy, flicking her head to stand aside and in walked Finn.

I would openly admit, never had a man looked as hot as Finn in sweats and a white tee stretched over his taut chest and biceps.  His veins popped in his arms and the picture of me licking across them was up front and centre. He must have just been working out or training with a client.  

My eyes dropped. "Please tell me—"  I pointed to the drink he held in his hand.

"He did, got me one too... he's a keeper, this one."  She popped the bag on my desk.  "Your next appointment is at two." Ivy's eyes travelled the length of Finn. "So whatever you plan to do with this T-Bone here." She hitched her thumb toward him. "—Don't run over."

Finn laughed. "T-Bone, eh?"

"Um-hmm." She inhaled, letting her eyes linger as her hand squeezed his bicep.  Boundaries weren't in Ivy's vocabulary.  "Be grateful it's Trix taking a bite and not me, sunshine."

Finn's arched a brow, his gaze drifted to mine.  "Don't worry, I'll only let her have a little nibble."

He shook his head, offering me the drink.  My cheeks flushed with the sweet gesture he'd gone out his way to think of me and I happily took it from him and peeled off the lid, taking a sip, not caring if my tongue got burned. 

I exaggerated a moan. Delicious.

"Only me... and maybe Cam is supposed to make you moan like that."

Smiling. "Yeah, but this is a coconut n' caramel latte... it does things to me no man can."

Ivy jumped in, never one to miss a golden opportunity.  "Trix would do anything for one of those... If you ever want to make her beg—try dipping your dick in it."  Finn almost chocked on his own saliva.   Ivy patted him on the back.  "Just make sure it's cool, though." She winked at me.  "Don't want to damage the equipment!"

I had to bite back a laugh; she was incorrigible. "That's it—you're done.  Out!"

"Yeah, yeah... be good, kiddies."  She plucked her sandwich from the bag and left us alone.

Eyes on Finn, I took another sip. "How did you know I love these?" I pointed to a seat. "Sit,"

"I'm good." He took a walk around my office. "I text Ivy." 

So that's who she was messaging. 

"Had some time to kill and took a chance and headed this way."  He stopped and flicked through some of my books on my shelf. "Ivy said you loved it more than you loved to breathe."

She wasn't far wrong. "I would offer you some, but this is the only thing I never share."

I met his gaze, and he threw me a knowing smile.  "Jesus! You have a copy of the kama-sutra in your office?"

I laughed as he tilted his head, adjusting the book in the opposite direction. "Fuck me, I'd need to warm up before we tried this one." He flipped the book over so I could see.

"Ah, the bridge."

His eyebrows shot up. "You say that like you've tried it already?"

Christ, there wasn't much that I hadn't tried with Sean and Sadie.  I didn't answer, and he returned to flipping through the book before slotting it back on the shelf.  

I leaned back in my chair, toying with a strand of hair as I soaked in his appearance.  From his sexy russet eyes to the sturdy set of his jaw and the scruff of probably two days' worth of beard. Finn was without a doubt the most beautiful man I'd ever dated. 

Dated? Was that what this was? Were we dating?

Hell, I didn't know what I was doing as far as he and Cam were concerned.

And yesterday, when I'd spoken to both over the phone, Cam had shut me down regarding Saturday and Finn had seemed a little gloomy. I hoped what I'd done hadn't backfired.

"It's lovely that you dropped by, bringing gifts—but what's up?"  I paused.  "Is there something on your mind you want to talk about?"

Tension took hold of his frame as his expression shifted in an instant to unmask hesitation and turbulence in his eyes.   It was if he was trying to hold himself together in front of me.

"Is this about Saturday?"

"No, it's nothing to do with Saturday."

I let go of the breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding. What else could it be?  "Has something happened with Cam—is he okay?"

Silence slipped between us.

Finn looked toward my window seemingly gathering his thoughts before answering. "Cam is fine." He shrugged. "This is to do with me. I wanted to see you. Even if it's saying hello and then you tossing me out."

I dropped my hand rested both elbows on my desk, leaning forward slightly. Finn's eyes dropped to my cleavage. "I have no plans to toss you out, Finn." I snagged my bottom lip in between my teeth.

The corner of his mouth quirked up in a half-grin. "Sitting like that gives me a fantastic view down the front of your shirt," he said, sending a flush of heat right through me.  And although it hadn't been my intention...I didn't move.

Finn walked back toward my desk, running his finger along it. "What's the rules on being able to kiss you... here in your office?"

I glimpsed the time on my computer.  "Three... two... one."  I pushed out my chair and stood.  "None, I'm not officially on lunch."

"Thank fuck for that."  He picked up his steps and pulled me toward him.

Our lips met in a collision that took my breath.  He slipped his tongue inside and it was an explosion of fireworks as he nudged me back a little, so my arse bumped my desk as his fingers tangled in my hair.  "Fuck I've missed you."

"I can tell." And I'd missed him too.

He sucked my bottom lip and rested his forehead against mine.  "I dreamt about you last night."  Our breaths shared space.

"Tell me?"

"I was coming in your pretty mouth." He licked across my lips.

His dick twitched and swelled, pressing into the seam of my thigh.  "Did you have anyone... on hand to help?" I rubbed my nose against his.

"Five knuckle shuffle, I'm afraid..."

And God damn it, if his words didn't unravel my brain, kick-starting my arousal. I wanted to push down his joggers and wrap my lips around his cock.

It gave me an idea.

"Come with me."  He shifted adjusting his joggers as I moved past him, and he followed.

"You look fucking hot in your business get-up...um-hmm."

"You look good yourself." I tossed the comment over my shoulder.

The office was more or less empty, with most staff being lunch time. The few in didn't give us a second glance.

Finn walked in step with me. "Err, where are we going, Trix?" he kept his voice low, leaning into me.

"Here." I stopped in front of the door to the stairwell. "Up one floor...".  Exactly fifteen steps, I opened another door and popped my head out.  It was empty, as expected.

Grabbing his hand, I pulled him along with me down an unlit corridor.  "I had to reduce costs, so moving all staff to one floor was a good way to start, and it meant I didn't have to let any more staff go."  Office space in London was beyond expensive.  "We have it till Friday."

"Aren't you all a little cramped downstairs, on one floor?" he asked.

I waved my hand. "No. Brought in home working, so we desk share on the days we're in the office."

"Ah, you're not just a pretty face."

Wiggling my eyebrows. "I'm a woman of many talents."

"Don't I know it!" He chuckled. "That pretty mouth of yours, for one..."

I opened a door to an office that had been one of our storage rooms.  Leaving the lights off, It had one small window, with the shutter pulled down allowing in light for us to see each other but not to draw attention should anyone pop up here.  Ushering him in, I closed the door and pushed him up against him, leaving my hand pressed over his chest as his muscles flexed beneath them.

"Now that you have me alone... what are you planning on doing to me, Miss Anders?"  There was sugar and seduction in his voice.

He parted his legs, pulling me closer and clasped my arse in my hands as I rested my weight on him.  His playful smirk said he was pretty much up for anything, although I wouldn't do anything too risky, not in work... although knowing no one would come up here... we could have a little fun.

"What would you like me to do to you?"  He dipped his head and swept his lips over mine.  "Fuck, there are a lot of things I enjoy doing with you."

"Well, we don't have a lot of time, so pick one... or two."  I hooked a finger in his waistband, running along the crimped edges.

Being this close, breathing in his scent, my body lit up like a Catherine Wheel at a fairground.  But I couldn't ignore the tiny whisper in the back of my head wishing Cam was here too.  It was fun... or rather hot having all three of us together.

Allowing some breathing space between us, I shifted my hand to trace the outline of his erection. He groaned.

"Keep doing that and I won't be responsible for my actions." 

I enjoyed pushing his buttons.  "What like this?" I moulded my hand around him and squeezed.

"Fuck, exactly like that!"

In a flash, he twisted me, so it pressed me up against the door as he gripped my wrist and pulled it away from his dick, then grabbed my other hand and pinned both arms above my head.

I couldn't help but squeak a yelp, but the sudden switch in control was petrol to flame, lighting up my veins.  My line in the sand where risk was involved evaporated.  Common sense was thrown into the back of a cupboard and padlocked!

Finn crushed his mouth to mine, devouring my whimpers. I ground my hip against his dick.  He nipped a line of bites from the side of my throat, up to my ear. "If I didn't know better, I would think you want to be pinned against this door and fucked until your throat is raw from screaming."

Tempting—so fucking tempting.   "It's appealing, isn't it?" My light question fell across his cheek.

"You could get a man arrested for the things I want to do to you... anywhere, anytime."

He glided his free hand under my silk shirt, cupping one breast and squeezed, before teasing a thumb over my lacy bra and the nipple underneath.  I gasped, but it wasn't enough.

"More." My plea was breathy.

He snagged my earlobe between his teeth. "More what?"

No dick—we couldn't go that far.  Could we? No.

But I needed something. "Finger-fuck me. Here. Please?"  Fuck, I wasn't shy about begging.

Keeping my hands pinned, he dropped his free one to drag up my skirt.  My legs parted as his hand stroked over the lacy material whilst he devoured and sucked on my tongue, swallowing my moans.

Oh my god, did I want this man.  It would be so easy to fall into him.

Finn lowered his head to my neck, to bite into the tender flesh where it met my shoulder. Bollocks, Cam's mark had only just faded.  I hoped Ivy had some concealer in that bag of hers.  I hissed out and arched my back, needing to get closer to his touch.

He skated his fingers along my folds, slipping easily over the heated skin but not dipping between.  Teasing, as I floated between heady clouds and need.

On a whimper, I thrust into his hand, pulling against his grip on my wrists. The rush of blood pulsing between my thighs grew ever stronger.  "Please, Finn, I need it..." I begged, want dripped from my words.

He dared to chuckle, muted against my skin as he dragged his mouth to a new spot on my shoulder. "You like taking risks, huh..."

Normally, no.  But Finn removed the barrier between risk and reward.

"Beg me again, Trix."

I didn't hesitate.  "Please, Finn... touch me."  Need raced through my blood, across my skin as desire played with my senses.

Relief emptied my lungs when his finger circled my clit as the moan from mouth beat the one when I took a sip of my latte.

He raised his head to meet my gaze. "Fuck, I love that sound." His voice was rough—delicious sandpaper gliding over my strung-out nerves.

As he pressed harder, knowing exactly the right amount of pressure and throw in risk, I was so close... so fucking close.  "Christ, Finn." 

"Come on my hand, Trix... fucking soak it." 

The added pressure on my wrists and his words obliterated any self-control as I ground against his hand, and as he whispered... now.  I lost it as his mouth captured my scream and my orgasm pumped out of me.

Finn didn't ease until I was panting. "Wrists." I muttered as he freed them, bringing one down. He kissed the inside of my left wrist.  I reached for his hand that had just been up my skirt and sucked his fingers clean, one at a time, loving his expression of adoration and lust.

"Save some for me,"

I ran his finger along my bottom lip, not needing the invite he swooped in and sucked on it.

As our breathing returned to normal.  "Risky enough for you?" he asked, tone gravelly.

Riding high on my orgasm, common sense still locked up somewhere. I hadn't nearly had enough of Finn. "Not even close."

His eyebrow rose, clearly willing to give me anything I wanted.  "I need to taste you." My hand was already dipping inside his joggers.

His rock-hard cock was hot in my palm as I worked his joggers and boxers down. The groan he let out sang to me as I tweaked his nipple through his tee-shirt.

I dropped to my knees.  I drew my thumb over the head of his cock, leaving a damp trail on the tender skin. He leaned his weight against the wall behind him as I traced my tongue along his skin, then swallowed.

His low moan pricked my ears as I glided my mouth up and down, licking and sucking slowly, to torment.

One hand on this thigh, he tensed, flipping a switch inside him as he  knotted his fingers in my hair, gripping tight and tugging my scalp.  "Fuck, Trix," he moaned as he thrust his cock, diving deep, only giving me a second to relax and not gag. The pace he set was fast and hard.

Perfect.

I focused on feeling. On pleasing him. The hint of salt on my tongue. His low, steady grunts. The delicious ache each time he pulled my hair, controlling and caging me at the same time.

"Fuck, Trix, I'm so close." His voice was low and throaty.

Familiar with the shift in his breathing. The faster thrusts, as he fucked my face. I raked my nails down his thigh as my other hand stroked the tight skins of his balls, coaxing. The first spurt hit the back of my throat, followed by more.

I licked until he slowed to a stop, loosening his hold on my head as I slowly eased back, letting him slide from my mouth with a wet slurp.  Not caring to pull up his joggers, he dropped to his knees, cupped my cheeks and crushed his lips to mine.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he murmured into my lips.

I smiled into his kiss as he shifted, resting his forehead against mine. "I wish Cam was here," I blurted out, stumbling off a mental cliff.

Finn pulled back.

"Sorry," Me and my strung out thoughts... "It's just—"  I wanted more of what had happened on Saturday.

"No, don't be sorry. I want him here too." He brushed a loose strand of hair from my face.

Phew, we were on the same page.  But it made me realise the three of us needed to have a sit down and make sure we all wanted the same thing.

Finn rose and held out his hand for me as I let him pull me to my feet fetching us closer.  "Do I look orgasmic?"  Ivy would take one look at me and know what we'd been up to.

But it had certainly taken my mind off Sean's visit next week.

"I'm pleased to say you do."  He squeezed my hand looking pleased with himself. "C'mon, let's get you reunited with that latte."

Even though it would be cold by now. It would still be delicious...but not a patch on Finn.