“Hannah,” Finn manages once he catches his breath. “You okay?”
My head is resting on his shoulder. “I may never walk again,” I say. “Wow.”
His hands still grip my hips and I’m still straddling his hips, his cock softening inside me. Suddenly, what just happened hits me and I move to extricate myself from his grasp. My legs are shaky, but I manage to stand. I move to find my clothes as Finn stands and disposes of the condom. I cannot believe I just had sex with Finnegan King. Finn. My boss. I just had mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex with my boss. What the hell was I thinking? I find my panties and quickly pull them on.
“Hannah?” Finn’s voice comes from behind me. I turn to see him holding out my bra. I avoid making eye contact as I take it from him.
“Thanks,” I mutter.
“Look at me, Hannah,” he says, insistent. I pull my gaze up to his, resisting the urge to cover my naked chest.
Finn’s face is carefully neutral as though he’s waiting to see my reaction before choosing his own. I’m worried he regrets what just happened. If he does, I’m not sure I want to know.
“I’m fine,” I say. “I just need to get home to Liam. I’m already late.” Apparently, I’ve chosen avoidance as my coping mechanism. I can see the moment his eyes change. Something that looks like regret lurks in them. I feel my heart clench painfully before the words leave his mouth.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
“Don’t.” The word comes out before I can stop it. Harsh. Forceful. Angry. “Do not apologize for this, Finn. Don’t you dare.”
He goes silent and I finish dressing quickly. That look doesn’t leave his eyes as he watches me. I snatch up my heels and carry them as I quickly leave Finn’s office. I make my way to my office to grab my purse then out the back door. I tell myself I’m not running away from Finn. I’m making a strategic retreat so I can regroup. I need time to think about what just happened. I don’t see anyone on my walk to my car. It’s late and most of the guests are either in bed already or out partying. I doubt they’ll be back before the early morning hours. Once in my car, I sneak a look at myself in the mirror. I swipe away a bit of smudged mascara and run my fingers through my hair to tame it. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then I drive home.
Chapter Twelve
Hannah
Margo is sitting on the couch, scrolling through her cellphone when I get home. She’s a high school senior who lives a few houses down. She babysits Liam on the nights I have to work late. She smiles when she sees me enter and stands. Within seconds, she’s at the door, purse in hand. The best thing about teenaged babysitters is that they don’t linger. They’re ready to escape the moment you get back.
“He was great,” Margo says, reaching for the doorknob. “He ate almost all of his dinner, brushed his teeth and barely argued about bedtime.”
“Thanks Margo.” I fish out some cash from my purse. “I really appreciate you staying with him.”
“No problem.” She smiles again. “Let me know if you need me again. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” I smile until the door closes behind Margo. As soon as I’m alone, I let out a weary sigh, dropping the cheery façade.
I make my way down the hall and I peek in at Liam who’s sleeping soundly before I walk to my own room. I strip naked, leaving everything in a heap on the floor then step into a nearly scalding shower. I stand unmoving for a full sixty seconds, allowing the hot water to beat against my skin. It takes another thirty seconds for the tears to come.
How could I have been so stupid? I allow myself a few minutes of self-pity mixed with a healthy dose of self-flagellation before I scrub away the remnants of makeup and shame from my face. There’s a distinct soreness between my legs that surprises me, though it shouldn’t. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex and even then, it was nothing like what I just experienced with Finn. That thought sends a delicious thrill through me, quickly followed by embarrassment. What happened tonight is something I know I’ll never forget, no matter how long I live. I’m still pissed at Finn for his apology, but I decide I don’t regret what happened between us.
By the time I step out of the shower, I’ve resolved to go to work tomorrow and act as normal as possible. I still have a job to do and a wedding to coordinate. The world does not revolve around Finnegan King.
Chapter Thirteen
Finn
I can only watch as Hannah leaves, unable to summon the words to make her stay. After the door closes behind her, I pull on the rest of my clothes and slump into the chair behind my desk. Ten minutes pass and I can still see her look of anger and pain when I'd apologized. Why had I said I was sorry? Am I sorry? No. I don't think I am. I just had the most incredible sex of my life with a woman I’ve wanted for years. It was beyond anything I ever imagined. I’m growing hard again just remembering the way she felt in my arms. I can’t bring myself to regret it. But the truth is, I'm her boss and I can't help but wonder if I've just taken advantage of her. Yes, I've wanted
