Hardly on my own.
I have you, don’t I?
I’m yours.
A tight heat knotted together behind my sternum, and I rubbed my hand across the center of my chest until the pressure turned into a dull ache I could live with. I wouldn’t lie and say Finn’s entrance to my life hadn’t come with complications. He was a complicated man, but being with him was easy. Being with himandDaniel was easy. That wasn’t something I knew how to explain to outsiders, but it also wasn’t their problem. Our relationship was for nobody other than us, after all.
It had maybe been my own fault, for thinking the kind of open we had when we were long distance would be the kind of open we had under the same roof. Maybe in another life it would have been, but in another life we wouldn’t have Finn Covington. Most of my problems arose from the guilt of planning a wedding to one partner while actively getting to know and falling in love with the other. Sometimes the imbalance was startling, and I had to fight the urge to overcompensate. I’d been honest when I promised Finn we wouldn’t do whatever had been done to him before. I never wanted him to feel unimportant to me…to us. But I couldn’t—and wouldn’t—fast-track something new so it could run alongside something nearly a decade old.
What does your schedule look like this afternoon?
Finn
Boring
Want to play hooky with me?
Always.
I’ll send you an address, meet me at 3?
With bells on.
I texted him the address of the bridal boutique, then set my phone back down on the nightstand and climbed out of bed. My body was tense, muscles coiled like a live wire. It was nerves, I told myself. I meditated my way through a short cycle of yoga poses until my arms weren’t twitchy, then I shuffled into the shower and started my day.
I was the first one in the office, and I used the time to narrow down some ideas on my wedding mood board before diving into the presentation I wanted to go over with Marshall. He arrived five minutes early, dressed in a sharp-looking charcoal gray suit and his dark hair slicked back.
“Ms. Berry,” he greeted me formally with a handshake.
“Just Sophie, please.”
He smiled, and the crinkles around his eyes reminded me of Finn when he smiled after an orgasm. I realized, with a small amount of sadness, just how much work it took for Finn to relax, and I made a mental note to find ways to make our time together easier for him. Marshall had no stress walking into a seven-figure project, a level of ease only attainable to his brother after nearly blacking out from pleasure.
Marshall and I spent two hours going through the things I’d compiled to show him, drilling down to the details of some elements and tossing others entirely. The man was a bulldog,that was certain, and by the time we worked through everything, I was more than ready to be done with work for the day.
I walked Marshall to the elevator and returned to my office, finding a message from Daniel to let me know he’d arrived in Boston without incident. He was meant to check in early at his hotel, freshen up, and then swing by his client’s office for a c-suite meeting before taking their leadership team out to dinner. He had a few other things to take care of the following day, and then he’d be home again on Tuesday night. It was a quick trip but a necessary one.
I am seeing Finn later today. Wanted to let you know.
Daniel
Good.
How do you feel about that?
I feel like it’s a good thing I’m on my way to the hotel and not the office
I laughed, tapping my fingernails against the edge of my desk while I thought of what to say.
Why’s that?
I have to come or I won’t be able to concentrate on anything.
Call me first?
Daniel didn’t reply, but twenty minutes later, my phone lit up with an incoming video chat. I checked quickly to make sure my office door was locked, then popped in my headphones and answered the call. Before I could say hello, Daniel’s nakedtorso filled the screen. He adjusted the angle of the phone lower so I could watch him stroke his cock. He’d barely managed three pulls before he exploded, coming like a fountain across his knuckles and into his happy trail. Daniel’s moans echoed through my headphones, and I let out a trembling breath as he stroked himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Finally, with a rumbling laugh, he said, “Hi.”