his world. Hers too because they both melted into it, tongues sliding, lips melding, bodies arching into each other in a slow rhythm.
The door to the office suddenly opened and Sean stood there, face tilted down to his iPad. “We’ve gotta problem with inventory—” he said, still reading. “Where the hell’s the—Oh,” he said, finally looking up. “Shit. Now I owe Spence twenty bucks.”
Finn resisted smashing in his brother’s smug smile, barely, mostly because he didn’t want to take his eyes off Pru who’d brought her fingers up to her still wet lips, looking more than a little dazed.
Join my club, babe . . .
“Sorry if I interrupted the sexy times,” Sean said, not looking sorry at all. He smiled at Pru. “Hey, Trouble.”
“Hey,” she said, blushing. “I’ve got to go.” She turned in a slow circle, clearly looking for her purse, finding it where he’d dropped it on the couch. She slung it over her shoulder and without actually making eye contact with either of them, said a quick “’night” and headed to the door.
Finn caught her, brushing up against her back. “Let me walk you home—”
“I live only two flights up,” she said, not looking at him. “Not necessary.”
Right. But it was more than her safety he’d been worried about. She’d been with him during that kiss, very with him, but now there was a distance again and he wanted to breach it.
“If there’s any complications from where I tried to kill you,” she said to the door. “You need to—”
“I won’t. I’m fine.” He let his mouth brush her ear as he spoke and he could feel the shiver wrack her body.
“Okay then,” she said shakily, and was gone.
Finn turned to Sean.
Who was grinning. “Look at you with all the moves. They grow up so fast.”
“You ever hear of a thing called knocking?” Finn asked.
Sean shrugged. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Is everything about fun?”
“Yes!” Sean said, tossing up his hands. “Now you’re getting it!”
Finn turned away and eyed the spot between the couch and the desk where he’d just about dragged Pru down to the floor and ended his long dry spell by sinking into her warm, sweet body. “What’s the problem with the inventory?”
“It’s down, the whole system’s down.”
Finn snatched the iPad and swiped the screen to access the data. “And you’re just now telling me? Are you kidding me?”
“Yes,” Sean said.
Finn lifted his head and stared at Sean. “What?”
His brother flashed a grin. “Yes I’m kidding. Funning around. Fucking with your head. I came back here because Archer and Spence sent me in here to spy on you and Trouble. We bet twenty bucks. They thought you might be making a rare move.”
Jesus.
“Not me though,” Sean said. “I figured you’re so rusty you’d need some pointers. And here’s your first one—lock the door, man. Always.”
Finn headed toward him but Sean danced away with a grin. “Oh and pointer number two—you got your shirt off and that’s a good start, but it’s the pants that are the important part.” He was chortling, having a great ol’ time.
Finn smiled at him, shoved him out the door, and slammed it on his smug-ass face.
Then he hit the lock.
“Now you lock it?” Sean asked through the wood, rattling the handle. “Hey. You do know I nap on that couch. Tell me you didn’t do it on the couch.”
Finn turned away and headed to his desk.
Sean pounded on the door once. “You didn’t, right?”
Finn put on his earphones and cranked some music on his phone. And then headed to his desk to wade through the mountain of work waiting on him.
Pru got to work extra early the next morning. It was month end and though Jake did his best to see that his boat captains didn’t drown in paperwork, some of it was unavoidable. She wanted to catch up but she hadn’t slept well and her eyes kept crossing. Finally, she caved and set her head down on her desk.
Just for a minute, she told herself . . .
Finn pressed his body to hers and she moaned as his hands stroked up her sides, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She arched into him and he kissed her like it was an art form, like he had nothing more important to do than arouse her and he had all the time in the world to do it. She clutched at him and he ground his lower body into her, letting her feel how aggressively hard he was. Aching for him,