Page 22 of Unsteady: How to Fail at Flirting
“I’m not getting any more work done today after listening to you talk like that.”
Her forehead does that cute crease thing again. Her eyes rake over my stomach, and she swallows. Finally, she meets mygaze again. “I don’t want things to get complicated. I’m trying to be professional.”
“You don’t work for me. But if you did, I’d say let’s go on break now.”
Eleven
Skylar
Finn’s words hang in the air and then snake around my chest, squeezing out my resolve to be good.
He’s such a decent man on the outside, but he’s too fucking good at getting my panties off.
I respond the only way I can. I’m tired, horny, and weak-willed from spending all day working inches away from this man. Sometimes next to him. Sometimes, with him standing behind me at the table saw, his hands guiding me, his body heat all around me.
With what seems like zero effort, Finn lifts me up and sets me down on the work table, sending my hard hat and the remaining room-temperature coffee drinks and stale donuts tumbling to the floor. I don’t actually care, not with this man taking off his tool belt, then dropping that pencil that he keeps tucked behind his ear.
He’s just so much man between my thighs.
My hands scramble at his zipper, and he has to help me because I’m shaking too much. Eventually, we get there, tuggingdown the waistband of his black boxer briefs. And there it is. Thick and red. Pulsing and fully erect, with a small stream of cum already leaking out.
My jaw drops at the sight of it. It’s all I can do to drag my eyes away and back up to meet his gaze.
Finn is far more adept at getting me out of my jeans. With my arms around his neck, he lifts my hips and hitches down my jeans and panties, all the while kissing me wildly. His tongue dominates while his incredibly strong arm slides my hips forward, fitting his incredible cock against my middle.
My brain short-circuits as he slides that thing through my folds. “Holy fucking shit, you’re so damn hot,” he murmurs, moving through me as he grits out his words against my throat. The tip…the tip is so close.
“I want all that on my dick before I wrap it up. It’s gonna feel so fucking good.”
I let out a little squeak and thrust forward involuntarily. I think I just squirted.
Oh my god. Oh my GOD. Is this what sex is like now? Is this real life?
Happy birthday to me.
Where has he been? Where did he learn to make a woman do what my body is doing?
I close my eyes and mewl like an idiot, letting myself get lost in the sensation, until it’s gone.
Wait…gone?
I open my eyes and realize, to my relief, he’s wrapping himself up.
“Ribbed for her pleasure,” I laugh.
Aroused Finn has no time for joking around.
I’m on my back, my hands clinging to his bunched shoulders.
Finn’s eyes are on me as he hooks on arm under one of my legs and pushes inside.
I gasp at the stretch. The burn. The fleeting thought that he’s not going to fit, but then…he’s in.
And I’m wrecked.
Locking my other leg around Finn’s waist, I pull him in closer.
He moves in me. Slowly. Deeply. His eyes penetrating my soul.
