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Alicia’s stomach fluttered as Finn entered the meeting room, closing the door gently behind him.
“That was interesting, last night,” Finn began.
“I know, I’m sorry, I was in a weird mood.”
“And the mood is… gone?”
“The mood is… worrisome.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I’m—” Alicia stopped herself. Married? She knew that wasn’t why. Scared? Not that either. She couldn’t lie to Finn. Why couldn’t she lie to Finn? “I don’t know. I wish things were simpler.” It was a cop-out answer, but the truth was far too shallow for her to want to admit to herself, much less to him. The truth was, she didn’t want to tarnish the public image that had been so carefully curated throughout the years—especially now, during a campaign for public office. Ego and politics. Again.
But Finn wouldn’t let her hide. “Things can be simpler. You just need to want them to be.”
“I don’t think that’s true. People have expectations.”
“Which people?” Finn challenged.
Voters. Neighbors. Judges. Colleagues. Clients. “I always hated that these offices were glass.”
He chuckled at the deflection. “Okay, I’m gonna go now.”
It was after 9:00 by the time Alicia settled herself in the back of a cab headed for home. When the car turned onto Lake Shore Drive, she stared out into the black void that was Lake Michigan, and her mind returned—again—to her conversation with Finn that afternoon. In true Polmarian fashion, Finn had, in a half dozen sentences that could easily be mistaken for small talk, somehow unpacked enough baggage to fill a couple’s therapy retreat. Answers to his questions—why is the mood worrisome, whose expectations would you be failing to live up to—swirled around her head like leaves in a wind tunnel. There was no shortage of reasons… but none of them yielded any answers.
When she entered her apartment, she hung up her coat, set her purse and phone on the kitchen island counter, poured a glass of wine, and seated herself on a stool at the breakfast bar. After a few minutes of sipping her wine listlessly, she reached for her phone.
Finn. Let’s say I wanted things to be simpler… then what?
Alicia took a sip of wine and stared at her phone, willing the three dots that indicated that he was typing to appear. Ten excruciating seconds later, there they were.
. . .
And then they stopped. She sighed in frustration, but perked to attention when they began again.
. . .
. . .
Then… I wouldn’t have to think of my Uncle Otto in a speedo every time I see you sitting at that bar
Alicia spit a mouthful wine back into her glass as she barked out a laugh.
. . .
And when your eyes do that thing, I’d lean in toward you instead of turning away
What thing?
You know what thing
. . .
And then if I ever got you back on the couch in my office, I’d probably start by moving my hand over to your thigh. Just lightly
You know, things seem simpler already
Then what?
. . .
You tell me
She closed her eyes and imagined herself back into that dimly lit, empty office, this time with Finn’s hands on her. My legs would spread open for you
. . .
That would make me hard
Shit. Then I’d lean in so I could feel your breath against my ear
. . .
I’d run my fingers up your thigh and under your skirt
That would make me wet
. . .
I can feel your heat
I’d kiss you
Hard or soft?
Soft
Good
. . .
I breathe in your scent
Fuck, you smell so good
Open your mouth for me
If you insist
Fuck, you taste good
. . .
And you’re wet
. . .
I can feel it on my fingers
Alicia’s own fingers traced Finn’s imaginary route up her skirt. Yes. I’m feeling it on my fingers too
. . .
. . .
Alicia
. . .
Fuck
Her mouth stretched into a satisfied smile. I’m straddling you on the couch. My legs are tight around you
. . .
. . .
Your kiss is so hot
My kiss is getting harder
My cock is getting harder
Mmm… rock hard. Feels so powerful when I rub it
. . .
. . .
I slide off your jacket. Your top is so thin and soft. I love the way it clings to your body
My nipples are hard, can you see them through my shirt?
. . .
Yes, I can feel them too
. . .
Your hands feel so good on me
I can smell your perfume
I am loosening your tie and unbuttoning your top collar button
Need any help?
Can I rip your shirt open?
I don’t give a fuck about my shirt
Then no
. . .
Can I rip your shirt open?
Just lift it over my head
. . .
Okay, fine
Alicia smiled again. She raised a hand to her breast, grazed her thumb over the nipple. My bra is light pink and lacy
Pretty. Can I rip it off you?
Can’t you unclasp it? She smirked.
Ugh, fine
Atta boy
Shut up
. . .
I love you on top of me
. . .
I love to kiss your neck
. . .
And your collar bones
And your breasts
. . .
I like to feel your nipple against my tongue
It feels so good to grind against you. I feel like coming
. . .
Control yourself
I will
Your back is so smooth and warm under my hands
. . .
There’s a problem
. . .
?
I can’t get your skirt off with you on top of me like this
Want me to get off?
No pun intended
. . .
No. That’s the problem
haha
Poof! It’s off
. . .
Well look at that
. . .
Hey, where did my pants go?
The magic of technology
Brilliant
Your cock is so smooth and hard. I love how it feels in my hand
. . .
Not as much as I do
I can’t wait to feel it in my mouth
. . .
. . .
. . .
Yeah me too
Fuck
. . .
This is really hard
. . .
What is?
Not coming
Well I’m not done yet
Control yourself
I know
. . .
Okay, I promise
I believe I was sucking your dick, before I was so rudely interrupted
Speaking of being interrupted, Alicia almost fell off her stool when she heard a knock at the door. “Shit,” she muttered. Who would turn up unannounced at this hour of the night? (Alicia silently chided herself for even entertaining the question. It could only be Eli.) She could feel that her face was flushed, so she fanned herself with both hands and took deep breaths on her walk to the door in the hopes that it wouldn’t be completely obvious that he’d caught her in the throes of passion. A glance in the mirror revealed that her efforts were unsuccessful.
She opened the door and stopped short at the sight of Finn standing in the hallway with his jacket slung over his arm, with an impish smile on his face and smoldering eyes.
He cleared his throat. “Sorry, uh…” he pursed his lips, unsuccessfully suppressing a smile. “I believe you were sucking my dick?”
Alicia turned red as a beet, but as usual, Finn’s affable manner put her at ease. They came together magnetically, exploring each other’s mouths and bodies as they fumbled their way into the apartment, Finn kicking the door closed behind him.
“Mmm… you taste good,” Finn mumbled against her mouth. “Like wine.”
“Want a glass?” she murmured back.
“No thanks,” he whispered breathlessly, and delved his tongue into her mouth for a more thorough taste.
“Here, let me take your jacket,” she said when he pulled back so they could take a breath.
“Mm-mm, here’s fine.” He tossed it over a stool and chuckled. He pulled his tie loose and lifted it over his head as he explained, “I had to use it to cover my dick so the cab driver wouldn’t get the wrong impression.”
They laughed into each other’s mouths and stumbled their way toward the bedroom, Finn kicking off his shoes along the way. He tugged her shirt loose from her skirt and lifted it over her head. Her bra was indeed light pink and lacy.
“Can I rip off your shirt?” Alicia asked playfully.
Finn laughed. “You know, on second thought, I do kinda like this shirt.”
Alicia sighed in mock disappointment. “Fine.”
Finn worked the buttons, his mouth on Alicia’s. By the time his shirt was undone, he’d backed Alicia against the side of the bed.
Bearing in mind that she was left-handed, he grasped her left wrist and lifted it to his mouth. He kissed up her palm and sucked the tips of her fingers. His lips stretched into a devilish grin and he looked her squarely in the eyes and said, “You were touching yourself.”
Alicia grunted in the affirmative as she took his mouth in hers, and she snaked her hand down to his crotch. “Mmm… rock hard.”
Finn moaned into her mouth. He circled his arms around her to unclasp her bra. She slid her hands to his ass and pulled him flush against her, and he sucked in a breath of air through his teeth. Her bra was unclasped and the band dangled open in back and the straps felt down her shoulders, but their torsos were pressed tightly together, holding it in place over her breasts. His fingers hunted for the zipper of her skirt, and finally found it on the side. As he fumbled with her zipper, her hands moved to his belt. Her bra fell loosely down her arms as she did so, and Finn took the opportunity to devour her exposed breasts. She clasped his head to her, threading her fingers in his hair. He’d unzipped her skirt enough that he could push it and underwear down over her hips. He slid his hands down her hips, but didn’t get far before Alicia pulled at his open shirt to tug it down his arms. When it fell to the floor, she ran her hands over his chest, and buried her face against him, and he began to explore her waist, back, and ass with his hands.
Alicia trailed kisses across his chest, moving upward toward the crook of his neck. Her fingers came across something hard and bumpy near his shoulder. She broke her trail of kisses to examine it and realized it was the scar from the surgery he had after he was shot in the courtroom. Their eyes met briefly, but she quickly turned her attention back to the ridged pink line. She traced it with her index finger and Finn shuddered at the sensation. She leaned in and pressed her lips to it. Finn was studying her with curiosity. She planted more kisses on the scar, then placed her hand over it and looked up at him.
“It’s a reminder of your compassion. Your bravery. And it’s how we met.”
Finn’s eyes sparkled and the corners of his mouth turned up. “Look, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but sometimes you’re really adorable.”
Alicia scoffed. “Adorable? Really?”
Still smiling, Finn turned his attentions to the crook of her neck. “Mmhmm,” he breathed against her. He brushed her hair behind her shoulder and punctuated his words with kisses as he continued. “You’re smart… and strong… and sexy.” He glided his mouth up and down her jaw, and whispered, “But you’re also fucking adorable.”
“Wow. That is not what I was going for.”
Finn smiled broadly into her neck. “Yeah, I know,” he said, his words muffled against her skin. He slid his hand down her shoulder and over her breast. He cupped it with his hand and brushed his thumb over her nipple. “Sucks to be you, I guess.”
Her mouth broadened into a smile and she arched her back, pressing her breast more firmly into his hand. “I wouldn’t say that.” She felt his breath against her skin as he chuckled. He dragged his palm down her torso, over her stomach, and cupped her vulva. His middle finger parted her folds, and she jolted against him when the tip of his finger made contact with her clit. His dancing eyes snapped up to meet hers, and didn’t move when he massaged her vulva with his hand, and then slid his finger inside of her again, lightly flicking her clit as he withdrew it.
Alicia, unsure whether her legs were up to the task of keeping her upright under such conditions, clasped his shoulders for support, and hooked one of her legs around his hip, allowing him greater access. Finn took the hint and began exploring her with his fingers. He inserted his index finger inside of her again, and when he felt her wetness, he added his middle finger. She gasped and threw her head back, and tightened her leg around his. She vaguely registered the hardness of his cock, which was straining against his pants, but her pleasure was so intense that it eclipsed her brain and she was left with little more than instinct. Finn moved his fingers inside of her, simultaneously circling his thumb on her clit. Her blood pulsed underneath his fingers, warmth radiated down her legs and up her abdomen, and a sheen of sweat broke out over her body. Feeling Alicia respond to him gave Finn almost as much pleasure as he was giving to her, and he panted hotly into her ear as his fingers gained speed. Her breathing increased and her body tensed, but before she found her release, Finn withdrew his fingers. Alicia growled in frustration and grinded her core against him, but to her surprise, he hooked his arms around her thighs, upsetting her balance so that she fell backwards onto the bed with a bounce and a gasp of surprise. In the blink of an eye, Finn knelt between her legs, which were dangling off the side of the bed, and ran his nose up her inner thigh, until his mouth reached her center and his lips and tongue picked up where his fingers had left off. He ran his hands up her thighs and hips, and Alicia arched her back and propped herself up on her elbows so that she could view him working away between her legs. Finn felt her gaze and lifted his eyes to meet hers. They twinkled in a way that showed her how much he was enjoying his work, and after a moment of unbroken eye contact, he surprised her with a few playful rapid flicks of his tongue that elicited a full-body convulsion accompanied by a shriek of pleasure from Alicia, followed by a mischievous laugh from Finn.
“Adorable,” he muttered to himself in a told-you-so cadence, as he settled back into his position between her legs.
“What?” asked Alicia.
“Nothing,” replied Finn nonchalantly, and before she had a chance to respond, his mouth returned to her body, effectively silencing her. He decided to let her come now, quickening his pace and increasing his intensity as he felt Alicia’s entire body coil itself tighter and tighter, until it sprang into an explosive release. She cried out, reached her hand down to grip his head blindly, and shuddered erratically as her ragged breath began to slow, and her pulse began to even out. Once she stilled, her chest heaving, her pulse pounding, her hands dropped limply onto the bed, Finn extricated himself from between her legs. Through her post-coital haze, she heard his pants unzip and fall to the floor. Finn lifted her legs and swiveled her so that she was now fully on the bed, and he joined her there, his now-naked body spooning hers, nuzzling his nose behind her ear and tracing patterns on her arms. Alicia pulled his arm around her and laced her fingers in his.