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Chapter eighteen

Foxx

I should stop this . It’s a fleeting thought that I ignore.

I should push him away . I should put a stop to this here.

I should remind myself of the hundred reasons why this is a bad fucking idea.

All useless thoughts, because Finn’s body pressed against mine, his breaths shallow, his cock already hard against my thigh.

The way his lips hover just close enough to drive me insane, the way his fingers clutch at my arms, the way his hips jerk up into mine like it’s pure instinct. Like he needs this just as much as I do.

The moment he said Daphne is his twin, I saw it.

Before, I was so focused on how the baby looked like him but, of course, she would, he’s her uncle.

Jesus, I’m an idiot. I’m fully aware I’m breaking every line I drew for myself, fully aware this is a mistake by every logical metric, yet none of that matters right now, not with the way my pulse spikes, not with the way the wrongness of it tastes like adrenaline in my mouth and heat in my gut.

I’m too far gone to stop. I don’t even want to.

I take his jaw between my fingers, tilting his head back, watching his pupils dilate to pinpricks.

His breath hitches in his throat and his eyes flick to the door and widen slightly, the one he didn’t lock, and something entirely new flares to life in my head.

He starts to move to his knees like I told him to, but I halt his movements, hands on his biceps, feeling drunk on this new realization.

“Wait,” I murmur, moving one hand to drag my thumb slowly across his bottom lip.

His tongue darts out to lick past the trail I’m taking.

“You like the thought of being on your knees in my office,” I taunt, watching as his expression confirms that, desire darkening his light blues, the flush creeping up his neck.

“Where anyone could walk in. Where anyone could see.” I shouldn’t be turned on by that; it should ring alarm bells that we could get caught.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think it does, but not enough to have me pulling away.

He sucks in air when I bring him back up to my eye level, hips moving forward slightly and, fuck, I have to swallow a groan, because he likes it. He fucking loves it, giving me that control.

My fingers skim down his shirt-covered chest, slow and teasing, bumping over each hard muscle as I move, until they reach his waistband, my knuckles brushing against the outline of his cock that’s already hard.

His thighs tense and those perfect teeth sink into the plump skin just below, refusing to let out a whimper that I’m dying to hear. But he fails, because I hear it anyway, practically fucking feel it in my own body too.

I hum, gripping him through his pants, squeezing just enough to make his hips surge up into my palm.

Finn stumbles, losing composure, letting out that melodic sound I’ve been dying for. Head tipping back, his fingers grip the edges of the desk behind him, but his hips are desperate to find rhythm.

“Yeah,” I whisper, pressing my mouth along his throat, nipping just enough to taste but not to mark. “You like that, don’t you?”

A broken moan rips from his throat, but he says nothing, not that he needs to, his body is talking for him.

I grin, triumphant, standing flush to his body, removing my hand and pressing my own cock against his through the layers of fabric still between us.

“You’ve got an exhibitionist kink, don’t you, baby?” I tease, whispering against his ear.

He shudders so hard, it almost rattles my teeth.

His fingers fist my shirt, knuckles white.

“How would you feel about me acting on that fantasy of yours and bend you over this desk?” I murmur, my voice dropping into something dark, filthy, fucking dangerous.

He gasps, his hips moving forward again. I knew it.

“I’d have to cover your mouth, of course.” I continue, sliding my palm between us to press harder against him. His eyes flutter shut, his breath a shattered mess. “Because no one else gets to hear you.”

Finn’s body arches and, Jesus Christ, I nearly lose it right then and there. He’s so fucking perfect like this, panting, desperate, a little out of control, completely at my mercy.

I replace my hand with my cock again, pulling him closer to me, kneading his ass as I thrust my hips into his and line us up. Finn lets out a ragged moan, one hand flying to my waist, gripping hard as he rocks against me, chasing friction.

“Fuck,” he drawls, voice hoarse, his head tipping back against the desk, exposing his throat again.

I want to mark him.

I want to ruin him.

Instead, I grind harder against him, the friction so fucking hot and maddening that my breath turns rough, my restraint hanging by a thread.

Finn releases a strangled whimper as his thighs clench around me, his nails biting into my waist. “Don’t you have any kinks I can exploit?”

“Maybe,” I whisper against his jaw, biting down because I can’t hold it back anymore. “Maybe I like shutting up mouthy little brats who get me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.”

Finn’s head snaps up, eyes sparkling with mirth. The look on his face could end me. It’s unadulterated lust swirling inside the bluest depths I’ve ever seen.

“Knew it,” he taunts, that rasp edgier than it was a minute ago.

I press my hand flat against his chest, right over his heart, and it responds to my touch immediately, with one hard, staggering thump throwing itself into my palm. Then another, and another. His body can’t hide a single thing from me. I hold there keeping him caught in my gaze.

“I like that thought.” I continue, dragging my thumb over his sternum, then I curl my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. “You. Quiet.”

He lets out a low breath, his thighs tightening around me.

“You don’t want me quiet. You want me moaning your name just like I moaned it when I jerked off to the dick pic you sent me.

” His face transforms into a devious grin while I know my jaw is already ticking.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m not gonna forget that you broke a rule for me.

The fact that I seem to affect you as much as you affect me?

That drives you fucking crazy, doesn’t it?

” He groans uncontrollably loud, the sound vibrating in his chest.

He’s right. I did break a rule. I barely thought twice about sending him a picture of my dick after making a point about him about sending me one when we first spoke on the app.

Call it lust drunk, hazy hookup fog, what the fuck ever.

The only thing racing through my mind was that I wanted him, and I wanted to know that I was the one he thought of when he touched himself.

“So if anyone has an obsession here, it’s you. Sending me that picture sent a message that you want to be in control of what I think of when I jack off.” Fuck, it’s like he reads my mind, and that’s something I’m not going to dwell on right now.

I let my body take over, thrusting harder, feeling the way our cocks press together through fabric.

It’s not enough, but he feels so good all the same.

“I like control, but you already knew that, and I think you like it.” I flip him over in a second, pressing his hips to the desk, my body flush against his back, lips ghosting along the curve of his neck.

His fingers splay against the wood, barely holding himself up. I slide my hands down his sides, gripping his hips, pulling him back into my painfully hard cock. “You want to fuck me, Foxx?” he pants.

My mouth hangs open against his hot skin, unable to answer, and when he tries to top from the bottom and move against me, I groan.

Such a little brat. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you,” I growl, my hands smoothing up his stomach, over his chest, up to his throat.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my cum and have you begging for more. ”

“Please,” he grits out, and the desperation lacing his words almost frays at my resolve. But when he tries to push back against me again, I snap out of it and hold him still.

“But you don’t get to decide when I fuck you,” I breathe against him, my hand slipping lower, teasing, stroking, but not quite giving him what he wants.

Finn groans, frustrated and needy, but I just smirk against his throat.

“I’ll have you exactly how I want you, exactly when I decide.”

He whimpers.

“Until then…” I murmur, slipping my hand down into his sweatpants, wrapping my fingers around his cock, jerking him slowly. He’s already slick as I pump my hand once, twice.

“You’re gonna come like this, right fucking now. And then you’re gonna go home.”

Finn gasps as I move up and down relentlessly, hungry for his release.

Within the next few seconds, his entire body shudders against me as he spills over my hand. His fingers scrunch into papers beneath him as he fucks into my palm hard, once, twice, with grunts that echo in my office, chasing the last few thrusts of his orgasm.

And watching him like this, I’m done for.

I curse under my breath as the pressure finally crescendos, my cock pulsing, pleasure ripping through me, spilling into my pants as Finn’s release is slick and warm in my hand, both of us completely spent.

Well, fuck.