Page 23 of October (New Orleans #10)
“In the parking garage?” Molly asked.
“Too close to the office?” Finley checked.
“No, it’s not that.” Molly sighed. “Yes, on the kissing now and again later. And maybe tomorrow night, we can go out again?”
“Yes, to all of the above,” Finley replied and leaned in again.
Their lips were joined once more, but this time, Molly didn’t hesitate.
She slipped her tongue inside Finley’s mouth, and Finley moaned in response to that.
Before Molly knew it, her legs had moved ever so slightly apart, and Finley had settled between them.
When Finley’s hips began moving on instinct, Molly pulled out of the kiss and shoved at Finley’s shoulders.
“Okay. We can’t do that here, Finley.”
Finley laughed and said, “Sorry. They did that on their own. I was not in control.”
“We need to get out of here,” Molly said, fanning herself. “It’s a hundred degrees in this room.”
“Molly, it’s the server room. It’s, like, at least ten degrees cooler than it is at our desks.”
“Not right now, it’s not,” she argued as she straightened her clothes.
Then, she pulled on the door, opening it, and Finley followed her out into the hall.
Just as Molly looked up, though, India had turned the corner leading right to where they were standing.
Finley hadn’t noticed her at first, it seemed, as she was still laughing a little, so Molly reached behind herself and moved her hand around a bunch to get her to pay attention.
She didn’t even have to turn around to verify that Finley had noticed India because the laughter stopped instantly.
“Hey,” Finley said.
“Hi,” India replied, but wasn’t looking at Finley at all; she was staring right into Molly’s eyes. “I’ve got a meeting,” she added, still staring at Molly.
“Okay,” Finley replied.
India walked toward them, eyed Molly some more, and then walked by without saying anything else.
“Shit,” Molly said.
“It’s okay. She doesn’t know anything.”
“How could she not ? We just climbed out of that room like we were two kids making out in the storage closet in high school.”
“What girls did you make out with in the storage closet in high school , Molls? I couldn’t even get the one other girl in my class who I thought might be into girls to look at me, and you were making out with them?”
“I didn’t say me,” she replied.
“Oh,” Finley said.
Molly turned around and asked, “Are you jealous?”
“Well, yeah.” Finley shrugged. “I thought I was the first woman to feel you up in what basically amounts to a closet.”
“You are.” Molly chuckled. “Trust me, I wasn’t getting any in high school. Also, keep in mind that while you were just jealous of no one , I have your actual ex-girlfriend to look at and walk past at work every single day, Finley.”
“She’s a professional. She won’t say anything to make you uncomfortable, okay? But if she does, just tell me, and I’ll talk to her.”
“She could get me in trouble.”
“She won’t,” Finley said with a head shake. “I know her. She wouldn’t do that.”
“And you’re sure about that? It’s not an official policy that I can’t date you; I’m not your HR rep. But it’s still–”
“Molly, if anything happens, I’ll take care of it, okay?” Finley gave her a soft smile. “I want to kiss you again.”
“Uh… No. Work.” Molly tugged on Finley’s shirt for a second. “That’s for later. No more making out at work.”
“But did you fantasize about anything other than kissing here?”
“What?” she asked and quickly looked around, checking for anyone near them. “You know I did,” she whispered.
“Yeah?” Finley smirked at her again. “Where?”
“A few different places, if you must know. But we can’t talk about that right now because I’m already–” She froze. “I need to get back to work. That’s what I was going to say.”
“Sure you were,” Finley teased. “I am, too, though. I mean, I need… to get back to work.” She winked at Molly.
“Server room, kitchen, and my desk,” Molly decided to reply, teasing her back. “Those are my three favorite places, but there were more.”
Finley swallowed and asked, “Your desk?”
“Yup.” Molly nodded.
“Remember how I told you that I sometimes have to come in at midnight?”
Molly laughed and replied, “You wish.”
As she walked away, though, she wished for that, too: a completely empty office, with Finley on her knees in front of Molly’s spread legs, making her come with her mouth.
It was something she’d dreamt of more than once.
Well, more than a thousand times. She’d worn a vibrator out with that particular fantasy, but it wasn’t something she would ever do at the office.
“For the record,” Finley began when she caught up to her and walked alongside her. “I do wish.”
Molly shook her head and sat down at her desk, but her pants felt a little tighter than they had a few moments before. Her bikinis also felt a little wetter than before.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” she announced and stood back up.
Finley chuckled.
“Shut up,” Molly told her as she walked past her.
Once in the bathroom, she disappeared into a stall and let out a deep breath. She had just kissed the woman she had wanted to kiss forever, and it had been better than she’d ever imagined.